Hunger Games Training Outfits Novelas e Histórias

Just an assignment Today was our scheduled self-defense training in the mansion’s private gym. I had spent forty-five minutes picking out my outfit: a pair of skin-tight, charcoal yoga pants that hugged every curve of my hips and a matching sports bra that left very little to the imagination. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to break. I was already on the mats, stretching, when the heavy gym doors swung open. Cassian walked in wearing a simple black t-shirt and tactical trousers. The sleeves were stretched tight against biceps that were thick with veins and old scars.

There were no seats, no resting corners, only the cold, imposing pillars surrounding the students in a wide, open circle, as though daring them to prove their worth. Her gaze shifted to the students already assembled, all clad in their training fits. They wore fitted black compression tops that hugged their torsos, paired with reinforced black tactical pants lined with subtle metallic seams that ran along the thighs and knees. Some had sleeveless tops that revealed toned arms wrapped with dark training bands, while others wore long-sleeved versions tucked neatly into fingerless gloves. Their boots were heavy, matte-black combat gear, laced tightly up their calves, built for endurance and imp

Zia thought she could now tell where his cold attitude had come in from, killing merciless till you got tired of the beautiful things in life. Zia stepped out of the tent, breathing a new kind of air, finally it all began. She was dressed in a navy blue track suit with dark sport shoes. She was thrilled, but that would change soon especially after being shown the first step of their training, going through a muddy ground carrying a sack almost fifty kilogrammes. There wasn't going to be any easy way out.

She found the bag Fennigan had mentioned, Inside, she found exactly what she needed. She shed the cozy cable--knit sweater and the leggings she had worn to breakfast. She pulled on a pair of high performance black spandex pants. They were thick, sleek, and hugged her legs like a second skin. Fennigan had said they were "perfedct for the training field," and she could see why--nothing to snag, nothing to get in the way. She paired it with a fitted black turtleneck that protected her throat but allowed her to move. She grabbed a hair tie from a new pack on the bench. She scraped her blonde hair into a high, ponytail.

"Why am I not in casual training clothes? The rest of the soldiers are." "Well you will be, we just wanted to see how this fit you." The Captain left the room she changed once again and went into the training clothes. It was just some cargo pants and a white t-shirt. Nothing too special. Gwen felt a little weird now that she was out of her usual clothes but liked it nonetheless. It meant that she was a step closer to what she wanted to achieve.

I walk around the small centre courtyard of the clan with a smile on my lips and check all the decorations, making sure that everything is in its place and looks good. Satisfied with everything I head to the small training field they have and run through the training program that Father insisted we all learn, wanting us to be able to protect ourselves at least just a little if we were ever attacked like Mother was. When I have finished my training run-through I make my way back to the small hut that Raymond gave me to stay in. I change into a burgundy red, long-sleeved, slim skirt, full-length dress, with a V-shaped neckline and a thin wrap-around ribbon tied in an elegant and presentable kn

“You have only ten minutes left—if you’re not ready, you will be punished.” “By who?” I asked, already thinking of the triplets—but I was wrong. —— I opened the door Sarah had directed me to for training. I hadn’t wanted to wear the revealing outfit she gave me, but… she’d been kind, and I couldn’t bear the thought of her ending up like the last maid. I wore a tight black leather dress that barely reached the tops of my thighs, paired with black heeled boots. A small knife rested in the side pocket, and a gun was secured at my right hip. The weight of the weapons felt strange against my skin.

I might not be a warrior, but I can fight, and I will. I swing my legs out of bed and head straight for my closet, my mind already working through the conversation I’ll have with Jensen. He might not be thrilled about me joining the training, but maybe I can soften him up a little first. I pull on a pair of black tights and a snug sports bra, then throw on a fitted, breathable shirt over it. It’s perfect for training, practical, but still me.

she laid the training wear on the bed. Maren arranged a set of brown boots by the edge of the bed, then she placed the brown corset with a white long sleeve shirt-dress. “Is the training everyday?” Why was he hell bent on making my life miserable? but I guess that was his loss as everyday he was giving me opportunities to end him quickly. “I don’t know anything, lady Aliyana.” I got undressed, and Maren helped me out in the training wear as we made our way to the training yard that was yet again filled with people__people who wanted to see my downfall.