'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
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The Holland family all sat together in the living room. Jared Holland sat on his single armchair with Cole asleep in his lap whilst Lyra and Caspian sat on the long couch, awaiting the beginning of the 62nd Hunger Games.
The platforms raised. Amber's face became visible and she looked startled but determined. They were all wearing black trousers and a long sleeved navy shirt with a black raincoat and boots.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let the sixty-second Hunger Games begin!" the voice of Claudius Templesmith echoed through the arena.
The sixty second countdown began, everyone in the Holland's living room held their breaths.
Together they analysed the arena as the camera surveys it for the viewers.
The cornucopia was in the middle of a meadow filled with tall yellow and white flowers with the Tributes platforms surrounding the meadow. Behind the circle of platforms was a large forest of tall trees.
"Meadow will be easy to hide in." "Not if you have red hair." "Forest means a possibility of water." "Yeah, streams, rivers, possibly lakes." "Or you could tap a tree." "You'd need a sponsor to give you a spile though." "She'll have no trouble with sponsors." "The forest will give cover." "They don't look easy to manoeuvre, though, Amber's not the best climber." "No obvious threats." "Probably mutts then." "Lots of them."
They're good at assessing arenas, the kids had been doing it for years. Their parents, Jared and Isabella, made sure their kids would be able to assess different dangers in an arena as well as situations you could find yourself in and how to get out of them.
You could argue both sides. That it's a privilege to have had such experienced training to prepare you for such inevitable events. Or you could argue that the threat of what will almost certainly happen to the children ruins their chances of having even a relatively normal childhood. You wouldn't expect an eight year old to be watching a murder show to assess possible dangers but that had been the reality of Lyra's life.
Amber had done the same assessment once she'd gotten out of her shocked state.
3, she took a last glance around at her closest opponents.
2, she prepared to run towards the cornucopia.
1, she took a deep breath as an explosion goes off. It distracts most of the tributes meaning they got a late start leaving their platforms whereas Amber knew immediately what it was. A tribute must've stepped off too early.
She ran. She ran as fast as she could. All the training her parents had her do paid off as she let her legs guide her towards the golden cornucopia. She sprinted through the flowers until she had a belt of knives in one hand and a backpack in the other. She slipped the backpack over her shoulders as she simultaneously grabbed the belt of deadly blades and wrapped it round her waist. Hearing movement behind her, she spins on her heel and comes face to face with a tribute, eliminating the threat with her knife out of reflex. Not wanting to waste anymore time, she grabs a machete on her way out and slips away from the bloodbath.
