Rye steered clear of the weapons and the lures. He didn't need the fire making or the other survival training but what he did spend time at was the chemical warfare section. He trained in the mixing of liquid chemicals, like acid and he worked with poisonous gases, like a mustard gas. The instructor was so excited at his interest that she spilled a secret that there would be various benign chemicals in the Cornucopia but all of the would be treacherous when mixed. Rye was glad that most of the other tributes found the smallish woman with the myopic eyes boring. Janiel did very little in the way of training. Rye gritted his teeth when she tried to  work with the mentor who taught knife throwing.<br/><br/>When the girl from District 7 tried to throw the knife with any force, her lips turned blue and she would sit down abruptly.Finally, the camouflage instructor took pity on her and spent his time trying to talk to her about how to hide in order to stay alive.<br/><br/>Rye grimaced when Z showed up with her damned computerized schedule. When she handed him a cool rag to wipe the sweat from his brow, he dropped it at her feet on purpose as he turned his back.<br/><br/>"Hey, Janiel, the zookeeper says it is time to go."<br/><br/>Day Z, dressed today in a stupid green, frondy tunic and brown tights, looked like some idiotic plant.<br/><br/>"Plants would wither and die if they knew how you tried to be one." he muttered under his breath. He heard her intake of breath but stared over her head, not seeing, not caring, that tears filled her eyes. Damn her bright voice.<br/><br/>"Well, we have had a big, big, big, big day. Let's go get cleaned up for dinner and you can tell me all about it.Your mentor will be meeting with you tonight."<br/><br/>Rye shoved past her, knocking Day Z into the wall. Janiel's labored breathing caused him to pause. He glanced back at her. Damn, she looked like his youngest sister. Swearing under his breath, he went back and scooped her up, cradling her against his chest. When the time came, he would kill her himself, with some kind of poison, something that would lull her to sleep in his arms, then all of her pain would be over and she could never be hurt by the Capitol or the system again.