[𝕬𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆]
(N) Lack of self control;
the state of mind in which
someone acts against their
better judgement through
weakness of will.
❝They wanted a monster. I decided to give them one.❞
Pre 'The Hunger Games' - Mockingjay Pt2
Started - 18 f...
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"𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁"
✧ ✦ ✧
𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘, surrounded by the tributes of districts 9 - 12, as she waited for Aramis' evaluation to be over, and for hers to start.
She'd thought over what she was going to show, deciding on either throwing knives, and hoping she got lucky, or showing her survival skills.
The door opened and Aramis walked through it, looking more relaxed than he did before, signalling it was Darcie's turn.
She smile lightly at Aramis as she passed him, him returning the smile, and made her way into the room.
She looked around to see rows of weapons, survival kits, and other things. At the top of the room sat the capitol idiots, laughing and eating.
Darcie cleared her throat slightly to get their attention, to which none of them even noticed. Sighing she walked forward slightly and announced herself, "Um- Darcie Balor. District Eight."
A few of the people turned their heads, majority still paying no attention.
Darcie nodded her head at them and walked over to the survival section. She hovered over the area, before picking up a rope and tying it now Aramis had taught her.
Once she had finished, with minutes to spare, she looked up to see that not one of the people were watching her.
She laughed a unamused laugh, and shook her head, as she walked over to the knives. She had originally decided against them, as it was most likely luck the first time, but now changed her mind.
It was all or nothing.
She pulled out four of the throwing knives and positioned herself opposite the target. She lined the knife up to her face and the target, and released it.
The knife flew through the end and landed on the arm of the target. Darcie's cringed to herself and glanced at the people, to realise they were still not watching her.
With her anger building up, she let out a frustrated sigh, cleared her throat again, and threw the second knife.
She repeated her fathers words in her head, having faith the knife would hit the target. It flew through the air, landing right in the head of the target.
