Hunger Games Training Outfits Novels & Stories

I recited. “That’s it?” she asked, brows rising above her glasses in mock horror. I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Well, yeah. It’s just camp.” “Sam,” she said firmly, tilting her head as if she could see right through me. “You need training gear. Actual gear. What if your leggings rip? What if your shirts don’t dry fast enough after training? And extra skates, in case your current ones act up. Warm layers for recovery days. Compression wraps. And pajamas… ones you actually like, not those ratty things you wear when no one’s looking.” Anna said.

After this period of recovery and exercise, your body is now back in top shape. "The moment I've been waiting for!" Harper exclaimed excitedly, clutching Wyatt's hand tightly and rushing like a gust of wind toward the training ground. "Wait, miss, one last step." Wyatt pressed lightly on her shoulder to stop her. He pulled her into the locker room, pulled a black suit out of a closet, and handed it to her. "Put it on. These clothes are specially designed for combat training. It can protect your body and increase your sensitivity and reaction speed." He looked at the blue jeans on her body, "I promise you won't want to fight in jeans."

"We need some advantages they don't know about." -The Steel Alpha's son watches you differently now,- Star observed. -Both fear and desire.- I pushed away the thought of Maison's intense gaze. "He's just reassessing a potential asset." Star's disbelieving rumble was the last thing I heard before exhaustion claimed me. Dawn came too quickly. I woke to find training clothes laid out—high-performance leggings, a moisture-wicking top, and sturdy boots. I kept my pendant and my mother's vial against my skin, beneath the clothes.

Dark fitted training leathers designed for movement. Practical. Comfortable. Deadly. I tied my hair back firmly, glancing once in the mirror before leaving. No silver dress. No Luna. No polished illusion. Just Leah. Or whatever version of her was being forged here. When I arrived at the training grounds, the atmosphere struck me immediately. Massive. Open. Brutal. This was no polished ceremonial arena. This was Tombstone. Stone platforms scarred by years of combat. Weapon racks lining the outer edges.

She winked, before the pair burst into fits of giggles. Brielle gently shoved her friend before shaking her head. “Come on, let’s go get ready.” The duo made their way to Brielle’s room in the pack house, before taking it in turns to shower off the evidence from their training match. As Scarlett towel dried her hair, Brielle changed into a clean set of training clothes. Choosing to sport a pair of aqua blue spandex shorts and a matching training bra, Brielle rested on her bed whilst she waited for her gamma to carry on getting ready.

She warned, shutting the door after him. "Here, put these on." Luca handed them over to Hazel when he walked back in into the room. "What are they?" She asked, taking them from him. "Lucy's training clothes. If you are going to be coming into the woods then you would best be dressed to run." He explained. "Oh..." She breathed. "Hurry." He added She nodded frantically, running to the bathroom and changing into them. She stared herself in the mirror when she was done. She almost looked like some killer badass now. The way the leather clung to her thighs and the combat boots fit perfectly, she giggled at her reflection in the mirror.

Ordering me around and threating me. It will be a torture to stay here. Seeing him with her. Why Theo? Just why ? Letting myself fall back on the mattress. I stare up at the ceiling. Dreading the next day already. I guess I am left with no choice. I will be going to the training tomorrow. . . . . With each step I took further. My heart raced faster. I can hear the training going on. And I was late the very first day. Gulping. I look up to see warriors in combat form. Grouped together in pairs of two , fighting their opponents. To my surprise I could spot few girls around as well. Dressed in sports bra and cycling shorts. Their toned abs made me conscious of myself.

I couldn’t do that to her. “Okay,” I whispered. Mom’s face lit up. “Wonderful! Come down for breakfast first. You need to eat something before training.” She kissed my forehead. “You’re going to do great.” They left, closing my door behind them. I stood there for a long moment, staring at nothing, then turned to my closet and pulled out workout clothes with shaking hands. Black leggings, a sports bra, and an oversized t-shirt to hide as much of myself as possible. I braided my hair back with fingers that wouldn’t quite steady, and my reflection in the mirror looked pale and haunted, like I was preparing for battle instead of training.

Training had just finished and everyone wanted to get clean. Returning to the kitchen, I packed a little tote with some fruit, bread, peanut butter, and cheese. There was a large thermos I filled with cold water and ice. I grabbed a second mug, a table cloth, and a butter knife to add to the bag, then undressed and put my demon garb on top of the cloth. Getting out of the house was fairly simple. The entire compound was devoid of other creatures soon after training ended. I thanked the trainers for working everyone to hunger. No one would see me.

I told him, as I moved from the bed and went to find something to wear in the dresser. “Actually, I have something for you. They will probably be more comfortable to wear and easier to train in.” Hunter said, as he reached down on the other side of the door and picked up a bag. “You really didn’t have to buy me anything. These clothes will do just fine.” I countered. “You aren’t going to be keep training in clothes that are far too big for you. It will only distract you and prevent you from moving around as liberally.” Hunter reasoned.