Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Training Outfits

With a sigh of relief, I put off my maid's uniform, revealing a sleek black jumpsuit I had worn underneath. Lola howled in my head, jumping about with a push to let her out immediately. "Oops, sorry, I can't let your out today. Remain in there while I train." "Why did you bring some extra clothes then? Isn't it to change into that after shifting back to our human form?" "That's just for a backup. Don't think much about it. I have to focus now." I said and blocked her out. I unpacked my things and began to train. My movements were swift and deadly, with my eyes fixed on an imaginary target.

I followed, carrying all my things. We went to Target after, where I found a few more affordable clothing options, some cheap shoes, and toiletries I needed—my legs were not looking so good these days! Jasmine bought herself some workout clothes and picked out an outfit for me, saying I might need one if Blake forced me to start training, since apparently everyone who lived in the pack was supposed to be trained. “Just say you have your period if you don’t feel like training. It always works for me,” Lucy chimed in.

That also meant keeping everyone, including Kierian, in the dark about who I was. Pushing away the dark thoughts of my past, I focused on opening my locker and quickly changing out of my school uniform and into my gym clothes. Once I was dressed in my black capri leggings and a black crop top, I switched out my shoes for a pair of white sneakers. Taking my hair out of the messy bun, I pulled my hair back to tie it in a tight ponytail, so it didn’t become a problem during training. Now that I was ready, I exited the locker room and met Slater on the training mat. Just like every time we started training, we started with a bow to show each other respect.

"We don't have much time." I let him pull me to my feet, though my body protested every movement. He unwrapped the bundle to reveal training clothes, simple pants and a tunic in my size. "Change," he instructed, turning his back to give me privacy. "The dress you're wearing will just get in the way." With shaking hands, I stripped off the filthy dress I'd been wearing for days and pulled on the training clothes. They were soft and comfortable, allowing full range of movement. "Okay," I said quietly.

She lied on the plank and held it for support. “Almost forgot.” Leila waved her wand and in the twinkle of an eye, they were all wearing proper training uniforms. Tight shirts, firm and flexible pants, gloves that could hold anything firmly, and rubber socks. “Better,” Leila smirked. “Why does it have to be pants?!” “It is the best outfit for training!” Angela groaned angrily as she tried to stand on the plank but she was scared to even try. “You can do it, Angie!” Miles encouraged.

“Do you wake everyone by assaulting their furniture, or am I special?” “Special,” she confirmed, already strapping knives to her thighs with the casual efficiency of someone who’d done it a thousand times. “Now put that on. And try not to look like you’re dressed for a funeral this time.” The fabric unfolded into a training dress, midnight blue silk with silver embroidery, the skirt slit high on both sides for movement. I ran my thumb along the hem. “No hidden pockets?”

His look is a bit disapproving and he says, “You’ll have to lose the baggy top. Your sparring partner will have that up and over your face before you can blink." “Divina, this is Marcus, dad’s Head Warrior, and he runs the training program for our pack.” Bren helpfully introduces us. I was grateful because I was wracking my brain trying to remember his name. “Is there something else I can change into?” I ask self-consciously. Bren laughs and says, “No, we normally train in sports bras and shorts or leggings anyway.” “Seriously?” I ask incredulously. Marcus speaks up in a mocking tone, “Seriously, now get that ridiculous shirt off and start stretching.”

I know I’ll have to face it sooner or later. “We finally picked out training for you.” The door opens as the two girls step inside, their voices loud and clear. I’ve just finished my shower, a towel tied snugly around me. I can’t help wondering why they’re so intent on me making an appearance, to the point of guessing, debating, and practically planning what I’m supposed to wear for training. It’s just training. Nothing ceremonial. Nothing worth this much attention. “I think this would fit you perfectly…” Rhea holds up the outfit, her face brightening into a smile.

“Girls, go wash up.” “That’s my line," Hadrian teased. “I don’t care who said it, girls, go wash up,” Allison said as she finished in the kitchen. She wore short denim shorts and a hot pink spaghetti strap top. “Yes, Nanna,” both said as they went down the hall. They each wore simple sundresses that Electra had made. “Why would I go to training?” Electra quietly asked Hadrian. “To learn to fight and defend yourself,” he said as he absently rubbed her back. “So, you feel more confident and comfortable.”

I winked and stepped off the elevator, shaking my hips with emphasis earning a cheeky growl from my mate. I threw on a pair of black yoga pants, a neon pink sports bra and my matching black and neon pink running shoes, after tying my hair into a tight pony tail I ran down stairs. Grabbing a fruity granola bar from the snack basket on my way out of the kitchen to the back yard where pack trainings were held. I quickly spotted Devin and Hunter standing beside his head trainer; Julian and the Twins, Connor and Bradley. As I approached them the twins turned towards me and smirked, “Well damn, training just got ten times better.” I smirked back as my pack cheered for me and the Full Moon pack loo