TMNT Hunger Games (Featuring Your OCs)

Chapter 10: Training Day One

District 4 parade costumes art by ThreeFandoms <3

The tributes stand in the training centre wearing identical clothing save for their district number displayed on their shoulder and neck. Before them stands their training coach, a lizard mutant with sparkling blue-grey eyes. Her tail swishes, some of her body glistening with forest green scales while others show off brown. Her muscular build only solidifies the fact that she's been a trainer for years, her stance almost intimidating in the harsh lighting of the room.

"In two weeks, twenty-three of you will be dead," Penelope says, her voice grave as she tucks a strand of black hair back into her ponytail. "One of you will be alive. Who that is depends on how well you pay attention over the next four days, particularly to what I am about to say." Her tail swishes once more, the brown stripe running along her spine and down her body visible for a moment. "First, no fighting with the other tributes. You'll have plenty of time for that in the arena. There are four compulsory exercises. The rest will be individual training." She purses her lips briefly. "My p is don't ignore the survival skills. Everybody wants to grab a sword, but most of you will die from natural causes. 10% from infection, 20% from dehydration. Exposure can kill just as easily as a knife."

The tributes don't say a word, not one face looking excited for the prospect of murdering one another. Penelope folds her arms behind her back and rolls her shoulders a little as a tiny smile appears on her face.

"Spread out. Speak to me if you have any concerns. Train hard, tributes," she calls, allowing them to disperse across the area.

Madison moves to the fire-building station, knowing that the weapons stations will be filled up. She settles down with the instructor, who shows her the various steps to building a fire, as well as fires that are good for different things; such as heat or cooking.

"Having fun?"

She looks up, her dark brown eyes falling on Piper. The cat crosses her arms, her green eyes twinkling slightly.

"It is what it is," she answers sheepishly, fixing some more tinder in a sunken bit of ground.

Piper flicks her brunette hair a little and shrugs. "Cool."

She settles down on another spot nearby, the instructor moving to her side and proceeding to teach. The two girls work side by side, occasionally sparing glances at one another.

Persia notices her partner's choice of station, smirking a little knowingly. She looks around the training centre, seeing that people are scattering and lining up all over the place, all trying different things. She bites her lip as she crosses her arms, unsure of what to do.

Jason moves to her side casually, his gaze also settled on the two girls at the fire-building station. He sighs a little, glancing sideways at her.

"So...our partners are busy," he mutters.

"No, really? I didn't notice," she responds, sarcasm evidence in her tone.

He rolls his eyes. "Well, sorry for trying to strike up a conversation."

"I admire your attempt, but I'm not looking to make friends."

He smirks a little. "Neither am I. Want to practice snares together?"

The seventeen-year-old glances at the younger mutant, then nods. "Sure."

Meanwhile, Tyler heads to the spot containing chains and whips, like kusarigamas and kyoketsu shoge. He grabs one of the sleek chains, testing the sharpness of the blade with his thumb, but not enough to draw blood. He nods assertively, moving to the dummies and staring to whip the weapon at them. The sharp blade impales the dummies mercilessly, nailing the targets on them right in the middle.

A slow round of applause sounds from the edge of the simulation, and he spins around. Breach stands there, clapping her violet-furred paws together as a small smile graces her face.

"Nice moves, Poseidon," she says.

Tyler smirks. "Oh? You noticed my costume the other night?"

She rolls her eyes as he strides off to put the weapon back. "Honey, everyone noticed your costume. At least you didn't have to wear a dress." Her little nose wrinkles in disgust at the thought.

He grins. "You'll love interview night then."

"Don't remind me."

He laughs. "I'm Tyler, by the way. I don't think we've talked."

The rabbit manages a smile. "I'm Breach, and we haven't talked. This would be the first."

He leans against a wall as he arches an eyebrow playfully. "So? Can a fuzzy bunny like you really pull of being a career?"

She grins deviously. "Just you wait, fish boy. Count yourself lucky that we're allied."

For a second, the younger Bradford blinks in confusion. Then, he remembers the whole "careers ally together automatically" thing. He shrugs.

"If you really want to be allied, that's fine. I'll let Shelby know." He looks around the room. "Where's your partner anyways? Kayla, is it?"

Breach points towards an open space with fans and simulated firing arms. "She's at the flying range, strengthening her wings."

Tyler looks that way, noticing the dragon mutant flying while Destiny waits for her turn, the only two at that specific area. He nods.

"Looks like we're allied then."

She grabs a whip and rolls it around her paw. "Cool."