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Cross stood in the corner of the training room, eyeing up everyone else instead of actually improving on any of his skills.

He was currently watching Dream's partner, a blond girl by the name of Abi. She was attacking a punching bag, throwing all sorts of kicks and attacks at it while flicking her hair out of her eyes.

His eyes then drifted over to Dream, watching as the golden skeleton hit dead centre of every target with his bow and arrow. Not missing a single shot once. He kept an emotionless look on his face, not once glancing around to check what his other opponents were doing. He was fixated on himself.

On the far side of the large hall, Reaper's partner was currently demonstrating his surprisingly good knife skills. He was attacking the dummies around him, stabbing the blades directly into each circle target on them. Aka the neck, head and chest. As far as Cross knew, he was called Geno. He dressed in a white shirt and unzipped hoodie, black shorts with a white stripe trailing down them. It seemed like he couldn't be bothered to put shoes on today, because he was wearing a pair of dusty grey slippers. The most noticeable thing Cross could see about him, was the large glitch like cloud that covered the right side of his skull, obscuring it from view. He seemed ever so slightly off though, always letting out these little giggles while gazing over at Reaper. Yeah, Cross decided it would be best to stay away from him and his partner.

Reaper was in the simulation room, fighting the holograms of other opponents and stabbing the sword in his hands through each of their chest's.

Over by the weapons rack, Cross watched as a brute of a boy trudged over and grabbed one of the giant hammers that was propped up. They were skeleton with sharp triangle teeth, one of them being golden. They wore a large black unzipped jacket with worn yellow fluff around the hood. They also wore black shorts, like most of the people in this room and a pair of red trainers. This was Fell, District Three. He looked pissed as hell, glaring at everyone in the room. As soon as his eyes made contact with Cross' he looked away.

His partner was called Error. A mess of a skeleton with mostly black bones and incredible glitches and statics that constantly surrounded his body. He wore a blue hoodie and red shirt, black shorts and similarly coloured slippers to cover his feet. Seems he also hadn't felt the need to wear proper shoes today. He was sat down in the little nature area, staring down at the floor with a frown as he started to light a small fire. Cross watched as small wisps of smoke started trailing up from the small stack of twigs in his hands. And then a flame jumped to life, a tiny dancing flame swaying gently and sending an orange glow around his hands and the floor around him.

The two kids from District Four were over there as well, a human girl and human boy. They were currently using the paints provided to match some leaves on the floor. They honestly weren't doing very well, and kept hissing arguments at each other every three seconds.

Another boy was with them. He was a skeleton dressed in black leggings, a brown top and had a blue hoodie tied round his waist. A splatter of paint had stained his cheek, giving him an almost cartoonish effect. He was also painting and had covered his arm in camouflage that matched the trunk of the artificial oak tree nearby. When he pressed his arm up against it, Cross actually couldn't tell the difference between flesh and oak. That would either make him a great hider, or a deadly sneak attacker. That was Ink, District Five. Apparently he was also good with a sword.

His partner was Killer, the boy from earlier that had told Nick he had no chance of winning. He was currently trailing along after Dream, flipping a knife around in his hand as he did so. Dream obviously didn't want him there because every few seconds he'd whip around and hiss at him to go away and do something useful. That only made Killer grin wider, responding with some sort of comment that made the golden boy's face flush. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment, Cross wasn't quite sure.

The District Six kids were hanging out by the spear throwing area, showing off their impressive aiming skills and hitting their target almost every time. They didn't hit dead centre on all of them, but they still embedded spear tips deep into the shoulders and stomachs of the training dummies. They were both boys, human. One was light haired, the other dark.

The two from District Seven looked both eighteen years old. They were two girls, both blond and the kind of girls you'd expect to see on a magazine, not in a training room for the Hunger Games. One had ice blue eyes, and the other green. They were attacking the dummies with wooden poles, having taken a quick session of defence using only your surroundings. The idea was that the poles represented branches or sticks you could find on the floor to defend yourself if you couldn't use your weapons.

The ones from District Eight were chatting with the District Nine kids, the four of them sat in a circle and whispering under hushed breaths. They were clearly in the midst of forming an alliance between the four of them. Sure that could be helpful, but if those four made it to the very end, they'd still have to slaughter each other till only ones left. Alliances may be good in the short run, but useless in long term.

The first kid from District Ten Cross spotted was a small wimpy looking boy, looking around fourteen years old. He was a skeleton, dressed all in white with a pair of glasses shakily perched on the bridge of his nose. They kept slipping down, so every now and then the kid would have to push them back up to the right place with a huff. He was currently trying to lift up one of the large swords, but the weight was clearly too big and he could barely lift it off of the ground for more than a few seconds before it went crashing back into the floor again. He looked like one person Cross didn't need to worry about being killed by. Sci? That was his name.

His partner was a boy, lean and muscular looking with a mess of curly brown hair on his head. He had freckles splattered across his face and almost grey looking eyes. He rolled his eyes and walked over to Sci, easily snatching the sword from his grip and lifting it in front of him. "See? Like this, you pathetic nerd. How about you try some light spear holding if you cant even manage this."

"Yes, s-sorry Finn." The smaller stuttered, immediately scurrying off and out of the way.

Cross' eyes wandered on, scanning across the room until resting on the figure of District Eleven's first tribute. He was average size, wearing a blue hoodie with a grey hood up and covering most of his skull. He wore black shorts and scuffed trainers, his whole attire looking pretty casual. In his hand he held a large spear, spinning it in between his fingers before whipping round and stabbing it into the wall by his side. The blade sunk deeply into it, so deep that the metal tip wasn't even visible any more. He grunted and ripped it out with surprising strength, a grin forming on his face. His eyes were dilated, mismatched and crazed. That was Dust.

Cross frowned, looking around to try and see where the final tribute was. The twelve year old from District Twelve. He glanced around the whole training hall, crossing his arms over his chest. Where could they be?

"Hey Criss-Cross!"

The smol jolted, looking to the side to see Nick staring at him with a smirk.

"Stop staring at everyone like they're all naked. C'mon and actually do something." He called, waving him over to the stand where the knives, spears, axes, bows and crossbows were laid out.

"I was not staring at them like that!" He hissed, his face darkening in colour as he quickly rushed over to his partner.

"Are you sure?" He smirked, picking up one of the crossbows and fitting an arrow in. "Do you think I can beat angel boy?"

Cross but his bottom 'lip', noticing how Dream was now staring at them along with Killer. "Uh, no offence, but he's a bullseye hitter without fail."

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed." He sighed dramatically and looked over at the target before smirking and firing.

The arrow sunk into the target, literally a centimetre away from the bullseye.

"Missed."

Cross saw Dream snort and look away, clearly not impressed with Nick's almost perfect shot. "Well, that would still kill someone if you hit them, a few centimetres off of centre will still cause death."

"Yeah yeah whatever." He narrowed his eyes, aiming again and shooting dead into the bullseye. "Whoops."

The smaller sighed, looking over at the rack of weapons and reaching out a hand. He gently gripped onto the hilt of a throwing knife, his fingers curling around it delicately.

"Was that kid your brother?"

Cross jolted, looking to the side to see a small figure hiding behind the side of the weapons rack. "Excuse me?"

"The kid you volunteered for... Was he your brother?" The smaller asked, looking up at him with wide eyes and big blue pupils. He was incredibly small, having a blue scarf tied around his neck. He wore a grey loose short and grey trousers with blue boots. He looked far too young to be here. It was then Cross realised he must be Blue. The twelve year old that got picked for District Eleven.

He stared at him for a moment before nodding softly. "Yeah, he was."

Blue frowned softly, clasping his gloved hands together. "That's nice... I wish my brother would have done that for me... He just stood there and watched, but I guess he was too shocked to do anything."

Cross felt a pang in his chest and he gave a small nod. "Yeah, I'm sure he wanted to volunteer, but he was just frozen."

"I'd like to think that..." He whispered before looking at the knife in Cross' hand. "So what's your skill? I haven't seen you doing anything yet in here, just stare at everyone..."

"Oh um, I'm good with knives." He said, rubbing the back of his skull with his free hand.

"Show me." He said, stepping a bit closer. The way he said it almost sounded commanding, yet it still held some genuine curiosity to it.

Cross blinked in surprise before shrugging and turning to face the targets hung up on the wall. "Uh, okay."

Blue took another step closer, watching with wide eyes as Cross threw the knife, letting it sail through the air like a bullet before slamming into the centre of the target. Bullseye.

"That's amazing!" He gasped, looking up at Cross' slightly embarrassed expression. "How'd you do that?"

"O-Oh well I used to hunt a lot back in my District so that my family could get food, so I've had quite a lot of practice." He offered him a weak smile.

"Cool." He smiled back.

"Hey, so what are you good at?" Cross asked. "I haven't seen you doing much here either."

"Oh, well um, I'm quite good at climbing trees and hiding from people..." He said shyly, looking down at the floor.

"You can do that painting thing that Ink can do?" He asked.

"A little... But not as good."

"Well can you teach me?" He smiled, holding a hand out to the boy.

Blue's face lit up at the offer, and he nodded rapidly. "I'd like that."

Cross gripped onto the smaller's hand, chuckling softly. "Lets go then, Blue."

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2,019 words uwu that our current year

Aaaa so now you know where everyone is and who they are and what district they're from etc

I hope you lieked it :3

It actually took me a while to think of skills for each of them lmao

Something happens next chapter uwuwuwuwu

Like all chapters tbh

-Jess-