WHO| Dr. Grey and anyone interested.
WHAT| Training at the training center.
WHEN| Shortly after his death at Arena 03's Cornucopia bloodbath.
WHERE| Training center.
WARNING/NOTES| None as of yet.

Already having spent time at the edible plants, fire making, and throwing knives stations, Grey is currently weighing a throwing spear in his hand, eyeing the target before him. Accuracy with the weapon has been more difficult than he'd predicted. Gripping the spear, he pulls his arm back and throws it for the target.

Not good enough. Not at all. It's hit, but nothing vital. Nothing important. It's not good enough. Lifting another spear from the rack, he stares down at it for a moment. Not making it past the Cornucopia has been nothing short of a humiliation. But then, he wasn't exactly at the top of his game, was he? The scientist thinks back to the prior night of hallucinations brought on by the tracker jacker venom the Capitol's 'doctor' had injected him with. His surroundings warping, hands touching him... he's still not convinced that the Capitol people can't read his mind.

He'd have to repay her for that, someday.