I stepped away and waited for the game–maker's reactions as they read the name on the dummy. 'Seneca Crane.' 'The effect it had on the Game-makers was sudden and satisfying. Some let go of their drinks which shattered to the floor while others let out shrieks as a few looked as though they were going to collapse. I now captured Plutarch Heavensbee's attention. He stared steadily at me while the juice from the peach he had crushed in his hand ran through his fingers. I decided to have a staring contest, which to my glee I won and finally he cleared his throat. "You may go now, Miss Junewealth." Plutarch said to me and I nodded at them. On my way out something caught my eyes because next to the paints was a bottle of red berry juice and I could resist tossing it over my shoulder. I heard the contents splatter against the dummy as a couple more wine glasses shattered to the floor.
As the elevator door closed behind me, I saw that no one had moved. I smirked, that had surprised them. It was rash and dangerous, but I was already dead. It didn't matter to me. I savoured the moment knowing it was the big bang I needed, so they would remember me long after I was gone. I wanted to find Mox to tell him, but no one was around. I guessed they were all getting ready for dinner. As we gathered for dinner, I noticed how Roy's hands were faintly stained with a variety of colours then I remembered the picture of Rue he had drawn. After we had all received our starter dish, Joan got straight down to business. "All right, how did your private sessions go?" Joan asked us about our sessions as Roy and I exchanged a look. Somehow, I wasn't that eager to put it into words, so I volunteered Roy first. "You first, Roy. It must have been really special. I had to wait for forty minutes to go in." I said to him as he jokingly rolled his eyes. "Well I... I... I did some camouflage. Not exactly camouflage. I mean I used the paints." Roy said about the painting of Rue that I saw in the session room. "To do what?" Portia asked about it as I was beginning to get tired of him stalling it. "Just say it, Roy." I said sadly about the painting. "Did you see it?" Roy said quietly about it.
"Yes. Thank you it meant a lot." I said holding his hand in comfort. "What did you paint, Roy?" Clive said slightly nervous to what the answer would be. "I painted a picture of Rue." He said as he looked around the table to see what their expressions were like before he continued. "How she looked after Ruth covered her in flowers." Roy continued about the painting as there was a long pause while everyone processed the news. "And what were you trying to accomplish?" Joan said to us calmly. "I'm not sure. I just wanted to hold them accountable if it was only for a moment. For killing that little girl, who was innocent just like the rest." Roy said about Rue and every tribute before us. "This is terrible. That sort of thinking... it's forbidden. You've only brought more trouble for you, Ruth and the baby." Clive said as though he was going to cry. "I have to agree with Clive on this one." Mox said about agreeing with Clive. Portia and Cinna remained silent, but both looked serious. Of course, they were right and it worried them but I thought that what he did was amazing. "I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it." I said about the dummy. They all stared at me in disbelief about my comment. "You... Hung... Seneca Crane?" Clive said about Seneca. "Yes. I was showing off my new knot-tying skills, and he somehow ended up at the end of the noose." I said about my knot tying skills.
"Oh Ruth. How do you even know about that?" Clive said in a hushed voice. "It's a secret? President Snow didn't act like it was. In fact, he seemed eager to tell me." Ruth said causing Clive to leave the table. Ruth sighed. "Now I've upset Clive." They finished the rest of the dinner in silence, but when they rose to go into the living room, Cinna put his arm around me. "Come on let's go and get those training scores." They gathered around the television and a red-eyed Clive re-joined them. The tribute's faces came up. Cashmere and Gloss both managed to get a 10 while Enobaria and Brutus got a 9. The rest apart from Finnick and Johanna got scores low to medium. Roy and I both got 12. Making us make Hunger Games history but no one felt like celebrating. "Why did they do that?" Roy asked confused by our scores. "So that the others will have no choice but to target you." Joan said flatly about the others. "Go to bed." Mox said and everyone left except from Roy and I. "I'm so confused right now." I said about the score I got. "Why?" Roy asked of it as we laid down on my bed. "My first game session was a 10, then last year was a 11, and now it's a 12. Its like the capitol wants me dead in this game to end what's going on right now in the districts." I said about the past games, the districts and the capitol. "Some people wont let that happen to anyone. The capitol will finally meet its match, Ruth in someone who wants a change for the young ones." Roy said before we finally went to sleep in each others' arms.
