After the previous training session, most of the gamemakers were still in a state of shock. Lucia was huddled up in her chair, rocking back and forth and repeating the words 'Sexy and I know it' over and over again, and several of the other gamemakers had turned to the alcohol to solve their problems.

"Hehe, beard..." a now very drunk Plutarch slurred as he poked Seneca's beard.

Seneca just stared at Plutarch, used to his fellow gamemakers antics by now.

"It's a rubbish beard" Plutarch laughed drunkenly, grabbing another bottle of beer.

Seneca looked at Plutarch in shock. "What. Did. You. Say?" he growled, seething with anger.

"It's a wierd beard, hehe, Wierdo Beardo!" Plutarch giggled, "Isn't that clever Seneca!"

"YOU DIE NOW!" roared Seneca, swinging a fist at Plutarch, who staggered out of the way.

Outside the training room, the tributes sat in an awkward silence as they heard the sounds of screaming, swearing, furnature breaking, and even a chainsaw.

They were debating wether to intervene or not, having to shout over Seneca's loud yelling about why his beard was 'the God of all beards' when they heard a loud crash and the room fell silent.

Seneca and Plutarch, both looking rather battered from the fight, stared in shock at a rather annoyed looking Lucia, partly because of the fact that she was no longer completely traumatised, and partly because she had given Seneca a world class bitchslap.

"Seriously! Can't a girl even have a mental breakdown in peace?" Lucia sighed, stalking back over to the table.

"But he-" Seneca started, but Lucia brandished a spork threataningly at him and he shut up.

A silence crept over the room, and Lucia was about to ask where the hell the girl from five was, when a laugh broke the silence.

"You know, for gamemakers, you're pretty dumb" came a voice from the corner of the room, and a fox faced girl stepped out of the shadows.

The gamemakers all stared at the girl from five, mouths hanging open in shock.

"I think I'm about done here, thanks" she laughed mockingly as she left the room.

"Am I hallucinating?" Seneca asked.

"Probobly, Plutarch did hit you pretty hard with that shovel" Lucia replied, staring at the door where the girl had left.

"Erm, guys?" came the voice of one of the lower ranking gamemakers, "My wallet is gone"

After a few moments of checking their pockets, the gamemakers all realised that they had been robbed.

Seneca's fists were clenched tightly, and his head looked like it was going to explode. All of the gamemakers backed away as he opened his mouth, and launched into a swearing fit that was heard by most of the capitol.