After leaving District 11, the Peacekeepers lead Eden into a lavishly furnished lounge room. The chairs and couches were brightly-colored velvet; the carpeting was tuffed and scarlet; a dining area was across the room on a level above the rest of it. Flanking the cherry tree dining table were two tables with platters of treats that were unrecognizable to Eden. The flamboyance was beyond anything Eden had ever set sight upon. As he stood gazing in astonishment, he didn't even realize that the Peacekeepers had left him alone. He cautiously strolled around the room and caressed the furniture as he passed by it.<br/><br/>Stepping up the stairs to the dining area, he stared at the many treats with desire yet prudence. After a moment, Eden finally picked up a chocolate cupcake with pink frosting and a ruby heart with diamonds surrounding it. He took a small bite out of it and widened his eyes at the delicious sweetness. He picked off the jewel heart and hesitantly licked it.<br/><br/>"You can't eat that," said a voice to the side of Eden. He jolted in surprise and took a step back when he set his eyes upon the woman beside him. She had very pale skin and short, bright orange hair that fanned out. She was dressed in a white, ruffled gown with multicolored polkadots. She had big and bizarre rings on  her fingers and her square nails were long and painted neon green; her ring finger on her right hand had a chain with a jeweled heart, like the cupcakes, at the end of it. She held a white kitten with purple stripes against her chest. Holding out her hand, the flamboyant woman took a step toward Eden and said, "Hello there, I'm Fallon Sevret: your<span style="font-style: italic">train</span>er!" She smiled with lips that had the middle painted differently than the sides. Eden put the heart back on the cupcake and took her hand in his.<br/><br/>"I'm Eden Hayvick," he said with a sheepish smile. She made a "Hm" in reply and batted her violet eyes. Raising her strange-looking kitten to Eden, she said, "This is Remy! He's my<span style="font-style: italic">dar</span>ling little kitten. Hold him!" Eden took him in his hands and the kitten let out a long mew. He saw that his collar had the jeweled heart as well.<br/><br/>"He's very cute," Eden said, scratching the cat's ear. Fallon took Remy back rather rougly and said, "Yes, but he can be a little<span style="font-style: italic">devil</span>sometimes. Can't you?" She said the last part in baby talk while stroking the kitten's head with her long, green nail. The entrance opened again with the Peacekeepers leading the other tributes in. "<span style="font-style: italic">Wel</span>come,<span style="font-style: italic">wel</span>come!" cried Fallon as she approached them and introduced herself like before. Biting into the cupcake again, Eden stared at the others and wondered if he could enjoy the days leading up to the Games. As far as he could see, these were the last days of his life.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">***</span><br/><br/>After taking a moment to line himself up, Stark took a step forward and chucked the knife at the target. It speedily rotated through the air before stabbing the target one line outside of the bullseye.<br/><br/>"Nice one, Stark!" said a female tribute as she and other Careers watched. Walking toward the target, Stark scoffed and muttered, "I missed." Another Career tribute rolled his eyes and said, "Well, it's better than the rest of us." Turning around, Stark pressed his back against the target with his head in the center.<br/><br/>"That doesn't matter," said Stark in a matter-of-fact tone, pointing to his knife which was beside his head. "If I was aiming for the head, I would have missed. Close isn't close enough." The female Career laughed and asked, "Why don't you just aim for the chest or something?" Jerking the knife off of the target, Stark looked back and smiled, saying, "That won't impress the viewers."<br/><br/>As he fumbled around with a spear, Eden glanced over at the Careers.<span style="font-style: italic">How am I going to face them?</span>he thought in a melancholic mood. Throughout the past half-hour of training, the only tasks he was able to accomplish involved brute strength; he was no good at things that involved aiming, like knife-throwing. Fallon passed by him, saying in a high voice, "You'll get no better if you stand<span style="font-style: italic">ogg</span>ling at people." Eden sighed and positioned himself, then hurled the spear at the target. It only grazed the edge of it before hitting the wall and the Careers laughed. Eden cursed at himself as he went to retrieve it.<br/><br/>Fallon sighed at the boy. He certainly had strength, but had no idea how to use it whatsoever. She didn't count on him lasting through the Cornucopia, but the other tributes weren't much better either. It was such a strain to deal with such incompetent tributes. She'd much rather work with those from District 4; most everyone is a Career. As she picked up her kitten to move to her shoulder, she found that he had latched onto her ruffles with his claws.<br/><br/>"Bad boy!" she shrilled, smacking Remy on the butt. "I will pull out your claws, I swear it!" Putting Remy in her purse, Fallon saw one of Day Z's tributes push her into the wall. Making a pitying look, she approached Day Z and brushed off her outfit. "What a<span style="font-style: italic">charm</span>er," she said bitterly. "Oh, come now, Day Z, you needn't be so up<span style="font-style: italic">set</span>. You're ruining your make-up." She took out a hankerchief with heart patterns and dabbed under Day Z's wet eyes. "He should be<span style="font-style: italic">grate</span>ful that you were able to give his brother the love he needed to go on as far as he did. He's just a miserable<span style="font-style: italic">child</span>." Raising her chin with her finger, Fallon smiled and said, "Don't take it so personally, dear."