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The Training Center has a tower designed exclusively for
the tributes and their teams. This will be our home until the
actual Games begin. Each district has an entire floor. You
simply step onto an elevator and press the number of your
district. Easy enough to remember.
I’ve ridden the elevator a couple of times in the Justice
Building back in District 12. Once to receive the medal for my
father’s death and then yesterday to say my final goodbyes to
my friends and family. But that’s a dark and creaky thing that
moves like a snail and smells of sour milk. The walls of this
elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people
on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air.
It’s exhilarating and I’m tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can
ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.
Apparently, Effie Trinket’s duties did not conclude at the
station. She and Haymitch will be overseeing us right into the
arena. In a way, that’s a plus because at least she can be
counted on to corral us around to places on time whereas we
haven’t seen Haymitch since he agreed to help us on the train.
Probably passed out somewhere. Effie Trinket, on the other
hand, seems to be flying high. We’re the first team she’s ever
chaperoned that made a splash at the opening ceremonies.
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