//You'll Push Me For The Last Time// [Cici & Kolo]

[Wispy]

You tell me think about it.
Well I did.
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tiered of begging for the things that I want.
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.

Over the past few days I've been stalking the Stealth station, if that makes any sense. I watch how some tributes slunk into bushes and try to make themselves small behind a tree. All with the silence of an elephant marching through a heavily wooded forest. In the arena, they'd be easy to spot. There have been many a times when I've stolen money from someones pocket, or a loaf of bread from an unsuspecting vendor back home. There have also been days where that little piece of bread, or that last bit of stolen money meant the difference between seeing the sun again or being in the ground. But in the arena, what good might that do me, exactly? I'm small and quiet, yes, but can I get close enough to someone before they chop my head off?

I make my way over to the Blades station and pick up some knives that just about everyone seemed to neglect. The hilt feels good in my palm and it's almost natural the way it curves to the form of my hand. There's a little red button next to a sign that says 'targets' and I press it. Immediately a target shaped like a person springs from the floor. I do my best to remember the forms I've learned for throwing and my first shot lands on the far left shoulder. Dammit. I was aiming for the chest. I clench my teeth and throw the next knife a little harder. It makes a thick sound as the blade digs into the wood right around the center of the neck. Again, meant for the chest. Did I mention I wasn't a good sport? I grip the last knife tighter and whale it harder than the last two. The blade sticks out on the other side of the targets forehead and then there's a snap.

My fists are no longer clenched and I feel my frustration just melt away into utter disbelief as the targets head snaps off. I panic. My mind starts running a mile a minute. Am I aloud to do that? Do I need to fix it? Did someone see me do that? Am I in trouble? What if I just... Calmed down, Surely they expected stuff like this to happen? I walk over to the target. One foot after the other and try to look as casual as possible. If I have the others thinking this isn't normal, they'll immediately single me out as an easy target. But if I act like a career, they'll see me as a threat and try to get rid of me sooner than I'd like.

I jerk the first two knives from the target and bend over for the decapitated head. The knife releases smoothly and I look through the little slit in the wood. My anger issues just might save my life. But how can I get worked up enough to use it accordingly? I do my best to sit the head back onto it's stump and when it clicks into place, I quickly set the knives down and walk away. Maybe I should spend some time in the First Aid station...

So sick of waiting
I don't want this anymore
The thought of you is no f***ing fun
You want a martyr
I'll be one...

[Kolo Osei]

As the start of the Hunger Games get closer as each day pasts, Kolo isn't wasting any second of it. He walked out of the district 9 floor and took an elevator to the training station. 'I should continue what I'm doing and train my ass off so I'm ready for the Hunger Games.' He nodded to himself as the door slid to make way for Kolo. For the past few days, he's been doing only combat training, trying to familiarize himself with the weapons. His footsteps made no noise as he made his way to the combat station trying to go unnoticed by the other tributes.

Arriving at the combat station, he grabbed an axe. He is already kind of familiar with axes because he used these in the past few days. He swung the axe downwards in mid-air, trying to get a feel for it. Some of the tributes that he has seen trying out axes and clubs tend to have a difficult time because of its weight but it wasn't that heavy for Kolo. Turning to the dummy, he went into a battle stance and swung the axe towards the dummy's chest. It resulted into a deep cut on the chest but he wasn't done there yet as he chopped off the dummy's leg. He placed the axe back whilst the dummy fell to the ground. Kolo noticed the District 8 girl throwing knives. He silently watched her and quickly turned away when she finished.

'Hmm.. Maybe I should try something different now..' He decided to go to the First-aid station because he hasn't went in that station ever since they got into the Capitol.