Hunger Games Training Outfits Novels & Stories

“Get dressed. Training room. Five minutes.” He tossed a bundle of clothes on the bed and left, the door locking behind him with a heavy _thunk_. The clothes were mine. Black compression top, fitted pants, combat boots. Someone had paid attention to my size. I dressed fast, anger giving me energy. If he wanted to train me, fine. I’d show him I wasn’t the broken Omega he thought I was. --- The training room was underground. Cold, concrete, lit by harsh white lights. Weapons lined the walls. Dummies, punching bags, a ring in the center with no ropes.

I noticed everyone was wearing them and instantly picked the clothes to get ready. A training warrior’s clothes typically consisted of armor, leather, and other protective materials. The armor was made of metal and was designed to protect the warrior from physical attacks. Leather was used to make the armor more durable and to provide additional protection. Additionally, there was a cloak or cape to provide extra protection from the elements. The clothing also included a belt, gloves, and boots to give more protection and to help the trainers move quickly and easily. Finally, we also had to carry a weapon of our choice, such as a sword or bow and arrow, to help us in training. I looked at my

Justin said Once we made it to the Packhouse, I went to my room and got ready for training. I took a shower and decided to wear a pair of black shorts and a sports bra to train in. Once I was ready, My mom, Justin, and I walked to the training field. My eyes landed on Chace to see him standing on the fighting field, talking to some of the head warriors who helped with training. I couldn't help but stare at him. He had on a pair of black shorts and no shirt showing off his muscular chest that I wanted to run my hands all over and possibly lick... Stop it, Justina. Don't forget how he treated you.

Zoe answers, pulling a chair up to sit next to the bed. "Thank you." I turn and leave the room. I know the warriors are in the dining hall, but I can't exactly walk in there wearing my pink pajamas and expect them to listen to me. So I go to our bedroom and put on a pair of flexible black leather pants with the black crop top Wyatt gave me. The outfit makes me look mature but still allows me to move around for training. I put my hair in a long braid down my back and slide into a pair of black boots. I look in the mirror, and I look ten years older than I did the day before. The stress is already getting to me, but I can't lose focus on why I'm doing this. It's time to find out who's with us

The second day of my training, I had my back driven against his bedroom door with my legs tightly bound around his waist and he once more feasted on my body. Soon after Phobos made me wear less revealing clothes whenever we trained and he himself wore a shirt and pants concealing his bareness from my thirsty eyes. It seemed to be the only way to fight against our needs for our bodies often encountered the other in a filthy way whenever we sparred.

She has been instructed by the pack gamma that she should come and train every day, which is a must for the pack warriors. "Damn it, it's five past seven and I am supposed to be there by seven" she thought with a frown and hastily cleaned up and got dressed in the first pair of training clothes she could find. Her training gear is simple black shorts and a black tank top. She hurried to the training area and by the time she reached it, it was already seven-fifteen. Everyone is practising with their chosen partners, and she is left out without a partner.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

I would love to go for a higher level but I will be realistic and just focus on avoiding my impending expulsion. I tug on the neck of my training wear. It’s a compression vest, showing off my toned arms while my legs are clad in combat trousers, the type worn by the military. Both are plain black. I douse a bottle of ice cold water over my head to get rid of any gitters. I have to focus! Roman helped me a lot. Phineas sacrificed his time to train with me. Darien… well, he only came around to mock me but I’d like to think that was his little way of cheering me up. I spot Phineas in the crowd, eyes glued to a match happening in one of the rings but he senses me looking at him and turns immedia

I just simply answer looking at my fingers crossed as I play with them . "You have twenty minutes to get ready ,you will find me at the training ground ,"he responds and walks out leaving the door open . I get up quickly and drag myself to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I don't even know what I'm going to wear for my first time in training and I wonder who will be training me or maybe it's Maddox. Once I'm done with my shower .I grab Maddox's large shirt and a pair of black leggings and sneakers. I breath out as I look at my outfit . The whole shirt swallows me whole and I look like a child even though I'm a little bit plump and curvy .I still look small.

*** The dawn of the last day of training arrived quite dramatically without sunrise, it arrived with a suffocating, grey fog that covered the fortress and wall whole. The courtyard was filled with black leather uniforms, polished steel, and heavy, silent tension. The high ranking students stood in perfect, martial formation, their faces grim as the heavy transport wagons were loaded with weapons, provisions, and specialized gear. We were moving. The five days of brutal, sleepless preparation were officially over, and the departure for the Tri-Pack Competition in the Neutral Territories was finally upon us.