Today’s winner is…Joey of District 5!
Congrats Joey, your training score is now 6!
The following tributes lose a training point due to poison:
Training score drops to 5.
Training score drops to 6.
Training score drops to 11.
Three days of nothing but rain. I crawl back inside my shelter and whittle at a stick with my knife.
We found the garden room two days ago. Morgan had opened one of the many doors in the arena and found a veritable paradise. Grass, bushes, fruit-bearing trees, and no animals to speak of, not even bugs. The room is brightly lit; some of the lights are UV lights. At least I think so. I don’t know how the Gamamakers managed to keep all of this alive in here. The only downside to this room is the rain. Constant rain, pouring from slits and holes in the ceiling. Morgan and I put together a somewhat waterproof shelter using sticks and big leaves from some of the plants in the room.
Our mannequin Alex is apparently waterproof, so we made him stand by the door, just in case someone wanders in. We’re safe in here for now. I’m cold and wet, but I’d rather stay in here than go back out into the halls.
Ben lost our mannequin.
I was so upset when he told me last night that I halfway considered smashing his skull in with my mace. At what point did he think that it was a good idea to try and take out the girl from 10, the strongest girl in the Games? And at what point did he think it was a good idea to send our mannequin into combat against two opponents?
We’re out looking for food right now. I haven’t said a word to him since last night, and the last few words I did say to him were very choice. I don’t care if he’s got a higher training score than me; he better sleep with one eye open.
The girl from 10 rushes around a corner and I sprint after her in hot pursuit, my mannequin at my side. We caught her lurking outside the Cornucopia Room, probably looking for some food. I’m the fastest, so Grace and I got sent after her.
I round the corner and knock away the knife that the girl throws at me with my staff. She turns and runs again, reeling the knife in with the rope she’s attached to it. Interesting.
The girl opens a door in the hallway and slams it shut behind her. I rush in after her, Grace hot on my heels.
The room is empty. Nothing for the girl from 10 to hide behind, nothing to use against me. She’s trapped, standing against the wall furthest from the door.
The girl shoots her knife out at me again, but I deflect it easily. I deflect two more throws before she realizes how hopeless it is to keep attacking that way.
As I slowly advance towards her, I subconsciously notice how hot the floor in this room is.
He fell for it.
I press my back against the wall, up against the button that my body was hiding. Save for a small square of safety around the perimeter of the room, the floor begins to drop like an elevator. The boy, standing in the center of the dropping floor, panics and turns to run for the safe floor. It’s already out of reach, so his mannequin attempts to give him a boost up. But my roped knife, which I throw out into an arch, catches around the girl mannequin’s leg and, with a tug, I send them both tumbling over.
The floor finishes its 20-foot descent, revealing four walls of incinerators. I start walking towards the exit, knowing that they will power up any second now. The boy is climbing up the wall of incinerators now, his mannequin acting as a spotter. He won’t make it.
As I round the corner of the safe floor, the incinerators turn on, engulfing the lowered square of floor in orange-blue fire. The boy is blasted back into the center of the floor, screaming. His mannequin stands still in the flames, melting. The plan went off without a hitch. I found this room yesterday after my encounter with the boy from 11, and I just needed someone to use it on. I leave the room and shut the door behind me, just as the boy stops screaming.
Preston, my mannequin, is waiting outside.
“Do you think that’ll count as a kill?” I ask him.
“You hit the button,” he responds.
The cannon fires after two minutes, and smoke starts to pour out of the crack under the door. I look down at my arm and smile as the purple in my veins fades away. Perfect. I’m no longer locked to a partner, I’m cured of my poison, and without a mannequin or a partner, the girl from 1 is in trouble now.
None: Grace Walter (District 1 mannequin) destroyed.
Current Training Scores
12: Steven (D2)
11: Victoria (D10)
10: Kelly (D2), Ben (D11)
9: Michael (D1), Marie (D4), Chelsea (D5)
8: Justin (D4), Ian (D12), Morgan, (D12)
6: Joey (D5) Cyle (D6), Jeremiah (D7), Allison (D9), Mariel (D11)
5: Drew (D3), Matt (D6)
Highest Training Score: 12
Lowest Training Score: 5
Average Training Score: 7.8
Strongest Teams: District 2, District 10
Weakest Team: District 3
Steven Dodson, District 2 Male: One kill (Jonah White, District 8 Male)
Justin Massey, District 4 Male: One kill (Alexandra Browne, District 3 Female)
Marie Morton, District 4 Female: One kill (Sara Kohler, District 8 Female)
Chelsea Sanderson, District 5 Female: One kill (Irving Ruiz, District 9 Male)
Jeremiah Brown, District 7 Male: One kill (Garrett Gaunch, District 10 Male)
Victoria Paul, District 10 Female: One kill (Andrew Sedlacek, District 1 Male)
Michael, District 1 Female
Drew, District 3 Male
Allison, District 9 Female
Avery LaPan, assisting District 2
Hannah Cruz, assisting District 3
Peyton Finley, assisting District 6
Abby Long, assisting District 7
Preston Howell, assisting District 10
Alex Dooley, assisting District 12