Blood, Betrayals, and Berries ~A Foxface Story~
This is the 74th Hunger Games from Foxface's POV. I'm writing this for Kayla (AKA Katniss), so I figured I might as well post it on here, anyway! ^_^
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Twelve, the last ones to show up, finally arrived with their pink-haired escort. Fashionably late, of course. I didnâ€™t really pay attention as the lady up front went over the rules. I was aware of people around me moving towards stations, so I headed for weight-lifting.
I could use some muscle, anyway. I noticed Rue from Eleven was trailing me. I smirked. She probably couldnâ€™t even pick up the ten pound weight. And I was right. I watched with an amused expression on my face as she struggled to lift the tiny weights, while Thresh was picking up people-sized weights easily. Thresh lifted up a puny one and gave it to Rue, who struggled to hold onto it.
Rue noticed me watching, holding back laughter, and her golden eyes met my brown ones. I gasped. They were exactly like Coleâ€™s. I quickly recovered, working my face into a frown. She looked away, and I began attempting to lift a fifty pound weight.
I quickly got bored at the weights, so I went to spear throwing. Cato put one right through his dummy from fifty yards away. I shakily grabbed a spear, unsure what to do, as Iâ€™d never even touched one. Rue looked at me from where she was sitting at the edible plants station with Katniss, with the same expression Iâ€™d had on my face moments ago. I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue and chucked the spear as hard as I could. It sank into the dummyâ€™s calf.
Well, it was better than I had hoped. I picked up another one and threw it. It barely missed. I tried one more time, and it landed in the shoulder. Pretty good, I guess. I moved onto camouflage. Twelve was there, but Peeta looked too immersed in painting himself to notice, and Katniss was busy intertwining a backpack with leaves and mud. I grabbed a lime green backpack, a handful of mud, and smeared in on my backpack.
I grabbed some leaves and vines, also. I plastered it all over my backpack. That station was too easy. I spotted shelter-making, which was bound to be of some use. Leah and Ash from Seven were there, looking thrilled to have trees to work with. I rolled my eyes and followed what the instructor was doing. Before I could finish, we were told to get lunch. I had been breezing through stations so quickly, I was done with about a third of them.
What would happen when I ran out of stations? I really didnâ€™t feel like redoing them. Before I could stop him, Caleb sat down with me. I considered getting up and leaving â€“ I mean, without the feelings Five nearly forced us to have, what was the point of pretending with Caleb? Then I thought. I could let him tag around in the beginning of the Games. Heck, he might even save my life.
Gruesome, I know, but who knew? He could be of some use. But God knows he wouldnâ€™t help me unless I acted like I could at least tolerate him. So I let him sit with me.
After pointless and forced conversation, I ditched Caleb to go to archery. Now that I was awful at. I didnâ€™t even know how to properly string a bow, forget shooting one. I became flustered and quit, moving onto sword fighting.
Swords werenâ€™t as common in the Games as spears and such, but the Careers usually had at least one. Maybe Iâ€™d be a natural and get my hands on one. Or, at least, that was the plan. I wasnâ€™t awful at it, but I wasnâ€™t what one could call a â€œnaturalâ€.
I shrugged, let the sword fall, and went through station after station. I tore through them quickly, either deeming them unnecessary or stupid, or I simply became frustrated with them. With an attitude like that, I wouldnâ€™t last one day in the Hunger Games.