｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩 cinq. — scores and interviews!
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After dinner that night the occupants of the flat settled into the sitting room, anxiously awaiting their scores. Mal sat in between Johanna and Titian, Blight sitting on the other sofa while Missy paced up and down behind them, her heels clicking loudly in the silence of the room. The screen finally lit up, a picture of the tribute's appearing individually, their score flashing below it.
As per usual the Career tributes got in the eight-to-ten range, Mal secretly hoping to beat Keres' nine. Elpis had managed to get an eight, Mal's lips unintentionally twitching up into a small smile at the sight of her score and picture. Most of the other tributes averaged between the five to six range, surprising Glass the youngest and smallest tribute had earned a seven - leaving them all to wonder just what she did to impress them.
They finally got to District Seven and the group cheered loudly for Titan as his picture appeared accompanied by the number eight. Mal chewed on her nails anxiously as she waited for her picture to appear, Johanna quickly swatting her fingers away from her mouth. Finally her face appeared on the screen, the number ten appearing beneath it.
"Ten?" Mal shot off the sofa with an excited screech, prompting Titan to jump up and give her an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome hug -- the two pulling back quickly as they realised what they were doing. The only other person to have scored a ten was the boy from District Two, a fact that made a burst of pride swell in her chest.
"An eight and a ten, oh this is wonderful!" Missy looked close to tears as she poured herself a glass of sherry, the smile on her face seeming truly genuine for once, "Oh all the other escorts are going to be seething with jealousy."
"Congrats you two," Johanna offered them what they assumed was her attempt at a proud smile, "watch out Mallory, you're going to have a target on your back now."
"I know," Mal nodded a sense of determination flooding through her veins, "I'll be ready."
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The next day was filled with a different type of training, Mal had four grueling hours with Missy for presentation and four with Johanna for content. Mal honestly thought that the Game's themselves would be less torture than those first four hours. Missy had her in a full-length gown that slightly restricted her breathing and a pair of high-heels that were sure to give her a multitude of blisters. It was not what she would be wearing for the actual interviews and she could only pray that outfit would be more comfortable. Mal found herself having a new respect for Missy who seemed to glide effortlessly around in tall heels each day, whilst Mal was wobbling around like a newborn fawn.
