Reaped for the 66th games Rowell felt as if everything was over. Even having training by her father, she felt like she would join her sisters fate as a decided unremarkable tribute. That is intill she wins.
Rowell Castor from my A message to those...
She was put onto the chariot, given instructions as to how to act. Spark was still aiming for her to be seen as just another tribute, fading into the background until the bloodbath begun. Not knowing she had already blown that ruse completely by starting a fight with the biggest most trained Tribute in the group. Teal Harrow, as she knows his name from the reaping. She knows all the tributes names, Rowell would never admit it however, as admitting it removed the carefree attitude, she is attempting to craft for herself.
Spark had instructed her to look meek, he was probably behind the half dead look that Ares made for her she though bitterly.
No, she will not just blend in. Rowell had spent years blending in, following perfectly crafted instruction from her father, not to let anyone distract her. never let people in. Theo was the only person who had been able to see through her attitude.
She was planning to ignore his instructions yet again, knowing that he would be angry and disappointed with her, but she had a plan. Had already started putting it in motion, backing out now would only look weak.
Placing a grin on her face, trying to look as predatory as she could manage. Thinking briefly that the costume must help a little, looking a corpse made her look intimidating, especially with the dark eye makeup.
The horses started moving forward, almost with no command, all in one movement in perfect synch. Pulling them through a dark tunnel before revealing the city in its full glory. Bright lights flashing, people's faces unable to make out, but their obscene outfits were clear. Almost a competition on who could look the most outlandish and ridiculous. Cheers defended her, making her head ring, all Rowell wanted to do is scowl at the stupidity to which she is subjected. But her face projected into the screens is the reason she knows she will not. Rowell is stunned by how she looks, she hardly recognised herself.
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Theo
She looked scary, her face morphed away from what he knew, the excitement she normally had when they were alone was crafted into a wolf-ish expression, looking both in awe and like the hunter her father has sculpted her into being.
Rowell will take the capital by storm, and by the looks of her she knew it. He only hoped she can return to him and her sister. Rosie sat on his lap, crying softly as she gazed at her sister, or the capital version of Rowell, one who will be ruthlessly murdering in just a weeks' time.
Theo was impressed by her ability to understand what was happening, he knew that when he was Rosie's age, he had no real comprehension of the brutality of the Hunger games, hell he even celebrated them at school. But just looking at her, he knew that Rosie understood.
He wanted to help her, take her place if he could. He just wanted her back, wanted her to be okay. Yet, he knew that she would never be okay again, even if she returned.
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Rowell
The parade seemed to drag on to Rowell, travelling through the while city stopping at the president's mansion, him giving the same speech he will give every year. Something about the necessity of the games, why they are celebrated, how he devoted his life to making them what they are today. Rowell hated the man; his icy white hair and cold eyes permeant scowl lines adorned his eyes. Suit pressed perfectly. She even hated the Snow-white flower that he wore on his lapel.
Although, Rowell could admit that aspects of the whole ordeal were somewhat enjoyable. Having people cheer her name as, throw flowers at her, which she caught as many as she could. Sending winks in the vague direction they had come from, her face never leaving the look which she hoped looked a mix if astonished yet deadly. Trying to play into the capitals need for appreciation of their extravagance and their want for bloodshed all in one.
Once the parade had ended, Spark was waiting for her, look of pure anger situated on his face. Clearly annoyed at her changing of their plan. But before she allowed him to speak, she jumped from the chariot, almost stumbling at the unexpected height and walked swiftly over, past him into the lift.
As the doors closed Rowell felt herself breath, relaxing her face back into its resting expression. One that Theo called her resting Bitch face. Someone cleared their throat from behind her, startling her from thoughts.
Finnick Odair stood in all his glory from behind her, lazily leaning against the glass wall amused expression clear on his face. "Ah we meet again sugar. Must say that was quite the performance, put my own chariot ride to shame"
"An easy thing to do I'm afraid hon, it wasn't that spectacular" she responded quickly, hoping that the lift moved faster to his floor. So that he woukd leave her alone. He's rather annoying, although Theo would still love to meet him, they'd get on far to well, they can never meet. She decided that if Rowell were to win her games, Theo and Finnick Odair can never interact, not even see eachother. That would simply be too much annoying in one room for Rowell to handle.
"Wow, way to bruse the old ego five, and here I thought I was irresistible," expression of genuine shock on his fave, Rowell thought that he clearly want used to not getting things he wanted through the sheer use if charme and a pretty face, "although-"
" Let me stop you there Odair, your not my type, so move along, plus I'm going to my death in a matter of days," she cut him off before any annoyingly flirty comment could be made. Anything that will make her heart flutter, because the truth was Finnick Odair is just her type, too much like the boy she lives back home.
As the lift doors opened he leaned in and whispered in Rowell's ear, "we both know your commimg back, I'm betting on it. So don't let me down" sending a wink her way before turning around and removing himself from her space and off of the lift onto his own floor.
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Ew this is such a short chapter I'm sorry but I'm really struggling for inspiration rnm all I can seem to write is the actual hunger games and the after affect, the before is just bornujg for me to write.
