x marks [svet/calamity]

[ryan]

﹙   s v e t l a n a   f o r r e r s t e r   ﹚

standing at the edge of the training center, svet needed a moment to herself in order to catch her breath. day in, something was new or different. it was like they were trying to keep all of the tributes on their toes. it would make sense, as it would mimic what it was probably like in the games. svet actually enjoyed the unpredictability of the day to day actions.

it made things interesting.

she walked past a couple stations, realizing that not many of them had tributes in them. it looked like everyone was trying to brush up on their weapon skills. svetlana had already showed that she was proficient in most of them, being from a family that hunted regularly would do that. survival was in her nature. so was fear.

she stood back as she watched a couple tributes work through the target practice exercises, some of them missing the targets consistently and then watching a couple of them hitting their bullseye. svet had realized that some of the ones hitting their bullseyes had been tributes that hadnt before.

svet worried they were spending too much time focusing on one thing instead of many.

she walked away from the target practice area and continued to observe what was going on in other stations. she avoided a couple based on people she didnt trust. the trainers had been a little fast and loose when it came to letting the tributes interact with each other. svet had been told that they werent always like that, but maybe this was just the new norm.

she wondered if her cousins had gone through similar trauma.

she stopped at the knife station and realized their had been a tribute that looked rather perplexed by all the choices right in front of them. svet figured that more knife handling wouldnt hurt her or the next hour or two. they had a limited amount of time to learn what they could, but to svet, it felt like forever.

maybe she just wanted to cut to the brutality.

svet had placed her hands on the metal table, still cold to the touch. the knives had clattered at the motion, and she looked up at the tribute. "too many choices huh?" svet had let her finger cross the metal, stopping at the hilt of each type of knife for just a moment. "i know, daunting." svet could at least sympathize. when she learned about the different types of knives, she too was weary.

it was process that svet had to live.

and breathe.