Carlotta Spats walks into the gymnasium with her nose in the air. Confidence is key. The adjudicators need only see her emanate importance and they will hand her a superior score. Of this she is confident.
He had considered just standing still, too apathetic to care about a low training score, but as Castiel walks through the doors and onto the echoing floor of the gymnasium, he realizes that he wants to impress the faceless players who have been using him as a pawn.
Corbin pauses between the doors, suddenly struck by the size of the gymnasium. No longer pulsing with the noise and movement of tributes and trainers, every step Corbin takes as he begins to move inside echoes loudly against the stone and concrete walls.
Adrenaline sings in Jessalyn’s fingertips as she waits to be called. A cloud of black fury muddles her thoughts, and she fights to clear her head.
Kyrie is shaking as he enters the gymnasium. Eyes stretched open, he tenses his face in an attempt to calm his body, but sees the Gamemakers’ expressionless faces broadcast in living colour across the screen at the other end of the gymnasium and a rush of coldness sweeps up his body, making him feel faint.
The doors to the gymnasium open, and Linus steps in. His steps echo through the room, and the Gamemakers’ serious eyes follow him to the middle of the facility. This is Linus’ last chance to show who he is, and he knows exactly who he wants to be today.
Nessa glides into the gym, heart pounding but steps steady. Turning to the screen, she curtsies slowly and bobs her head. Then she is off, caught in a flood of adrenaline, pumping her strengthened limbs in an almost effortless rhythm. Reaching the ranged weapons station, she pulls a rifle from the rack and loads it with bullets before nodding to the assistant nearby. Tension taut in her fingers, she closes her eyes for a moment and breathes deeply.
The gymnasium is colder without the bustling of bodies. Cold silence presses in on Rosalie as she shuffles into the empty space.