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Detria's private training session (written in a novell like style)

Detria stands outside the training room. She is very nervous. Will the gamemakers stare? Just thinking about it almost scares her to death. "Detria Glace" the loudspeakers call out. They won't be looking at you, Detria told herself. Only at your skills. But she knew it wasn't true. She walked. The gamemakers weren't looking at her nor her skills. They were eighter looking at each or the drink in their hand. Saved by colorful cocktails she thought to herself. She calmed down. She knew that they would be drunk for the rest of the day. One gamemaker looked at her and nodded. She walked over to the knife-trainingstation. Whenever she hold a knife in her hand Detria would enter this special world with only her, the knife and the targets. She threw the first knife. Bullseye. Second knife. Bullseye. Third, fourth, fifth. Bullseye, Bullseye and bullseye. Most of Detria talents came from her autism. But not knifethrowing. It was something she had praticed her whole life, the only talent that wasn't just forced to her by her autism. Bullseye, bullseye and bulleyes. She was taken out of the "knifeworld" of by hearing one of the gamemakers talk. She looked and saw that all of the gamemakers were looking at her. Totally impressed by the girl who never stood out in the grouptraining. She was paralyzed of fear. The gamemakers dimissed her. She was barely able to walk out. She started crying in the elevator but calmed down after entering her bedroom.