Day Z met with her tributes, Rye and Janiel, to ask if they wanted to skip all the preliminaries and just train. Janiel nodded her head and Day Z noticed the girl's lips were really blue today. Rye muttered,<br/>"The whole thing is just bull shit. Yeah, let's train. Much good will it do any of us if the Capitol decides to kill us."<br/><br/>He glared at Day Z.<br/><br/>"And, just for your information. Your name is horse shit. No matter how much you freaks from the Capitol fix yourself up, you ain't no daisy and calling you that is an insult. I'm calling you, Z. nothing more and if I didn't have to talk to you at all, I would be happy."<br/><br/>He clammed up and stared over her head. Janiel coughed and held her chest but gave Day Z a wan smile.<br/><br/>"We done here?" Rye asked, standing to stalk to the door. Day Z couldn't help but admire his broad shoulders, narrow hips and powerful legs. He was almost a carbon copy of Dyson, with the exception of his attitude. There was nothing romantic or sweet about Rye. Only anger that simmered just beneath the surface.<br/><br/>Day Z pretended to consult her hand held computer for the schedule.<br/>"Yes, we are done. You are welcome to head over to the training facility. Looks like you are ready for a big, big, big..."<br/><br/>Rye slapped his hand against the door jam.<br/>"You know where you can stuff that big day."<br/><br/>He tore the door open and strode out of sight. Janiel slid off her chair.<br/>"It's okay, Day Z. We'll all be dead soon. You have no control over that and you have been really nice to us."