150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Levi Horps ~ District 8

HEY. HEY. Almost through all the reapings, having great designs for the arena. Y'all gonna love it I reckon. Well I do... so YOU BETTER! Jokes. Anyway.

LEVI HORPS POV:

I grab my breakfast out of the hands of the wrinkly foster mother who I am in position of. She hands me my plate of steak which I have asked for off my own request. I don't like steak.

Not a single bit.

What I like doing, with it, is the best.

I look down at the tender slab of meat in front of me. I examine it carefully to figure out the best way to perform my procedure. I smirk and stab my cutlery into it carving a bite size piece of the main chunk. I drop my knife on the table and hold my fork in my right hand. I swing it around in my fingers so that It is upside down and I am holding the spikes of the fork. I aggressively stab the handle into the steak watching all the blood ooze out. I through the piece on the lino ground, and continue until all that is left on the plate is pool of blood. I hold the bowl up and bring it to my mouth drinking all the blood in the process. I grab my jacket off the chair I am sitting on and rush outside to the reapings.

When I arrive at the reapings there is about twenty people standing around. I wanted to get here extra early for my surprise entrance

I look down at the dusty pavement and kick my feet amongst the gravel. I have my hood over my head and I stand away from everyone looking innocent and un-important. I stick my heads in the leather pockets of my warn jacket and take a brief glance over my shoulder.

The coast is clear.

I make my way, looking still very frightened as a normal child would, toward the stage which a group of Capitol pansies are doing the finishing touches on. I take another look over my bony shoulder and receive a suspicious stare from a Peacekeeper. I keep walking until I am on the outskirts of the town square, feet away from the gleaming stage.

I pivet on my foot. People are beginning to turn up now so I dive under the stage hidden from view of anyone.

It's dusty and lots of hidden debris is shoved under the box the stage turns out to be. The ground is unstable from loose rocks and there is the hint of rubbish glistening from in between the mess that hidden from view. I decided to make my self comfy right under a door above my head. This door must lead onto the stage. I hear the heavy footstep of Capitol hooligans running around the stage behind the vermillion drape covering there appearances.

I sit waiting while the escort gives the long and boring speech on the past. I pass time by throwing my knife into the ground aiming to get it hitched into the ground on a vertical angle. It is hard to achieve because the stones move around with it causing a clutter of metal on stone.

I hear my cue.

"Shall we announce the first tribute!"

I get to over joyed and begin to open the door that is open above my head. Before she can read out the name of the stupid child I just out, taking the escorts spot light.

"I VOLUNTEER AS VICTOR, - er, I mean TRIBUTE!"

Each and every idiotic face in the crowd seems taken back and shocked. He haven't had a volunteer in, well, ever.

"Um, well we can't say no to a eager volunteer now, can we" she says puzzled but excited. This will boost her Capitol recognition, having an interesting reaping always get escorts more popular around Panem, this is just exactly what she wants. Popularity.

I shout aloud praising, cheering and congratulating myself. Confidence will get me sponsors. Not that I need them I'll have them all dead by sunset.

I stand on the stage in dismay at the female. Poor bitch won't last the bloodbath. I could snap her in half.

Th escort asks for our age,

"16" Jemima replies frightened

I say in a confident loud voice,

"12"