oh, how she wishes
she could just be
who she once was
again...
PRE HUNGER GAMES - MOCKINGJAY
FEMALE OC X MALE OC
Cover made by the amazing @fireandbloods
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reaping day, two years prior
Arella's arm is linked with Mirabelle's as they make their way to the town centre, the area filled to the brim with District Five residents. This is her last year, the final time she has to go through this horrifying experience. If she is lucky enough, Arella will walk away from here this afternoon completely unscathed.
Mirabelle stops in her tracks, forcing the younger girl to come to a halt as well, unlinking their arms. It's not often Mirabelle shows her emotions in front of strangers, she doesn't like other people to see through her tough girl facade, so seeing the fear in her eyes is enough to startle Arella. The brunette gets it though, the last time one of their siblings had turned eighteen they had ended up going into the arena. Elgar had been so giddy at the thought of no longer being in danger, of being able to live out the rest of his life, when his name was called it had thrown them all.
Arella still sees his bloodied face every time she tries to sleep, his lifeless gaze the complete opposite of his optimistic personality.
"Belle," Arella speaks quietly, gently grabbing onto her arms and ushering her off to the side. "Belle it's okay,"
"You don't know that, you don't. Ella, you can't be like him. You can't," Mirabelle stumbles of her words, pulling her into an embrace and hugging her tightly.
"Hey, don't worry, okay? It'll be over soon and neither of us will have to go through it again. They won't be able to hurt us anymore,"
Mirabelle sniffles, hiding her face in her younger sister's hair. The two girls stand there for a moment, the younger still trying her hardest to comfort the older, but people are beginning to move into their respective spots and she knows she's going to have to follow. Not attending a Reaping has severe consequences, ones that end the same way it would if she was called.
"We have to go, Belle," Arella whispers softly, pulling away from the woman who eyes are a deep red. A tap on the microphone on stage pulls her attention away, the brunette squeezing her sister's hand before heading for her bay. Sliding in between two girls she recognizes from a few homes down, Arella readies herself for the Reaping.
The familiar woman steps up to the microphone almost giddily, somehow happy at the fact she's about to send two children off to their deaths. Sierra Holk, a beautiful Capitol resident with flowing brunette locks and striking green eyes, has been the District Escort for a number of years now. An extravagant dresser with a smile worth millions of dollars, in Arella's eyes she's just as cruel as the rest. No amount of expensive jewels can mask the evil bubbling within her, a willing follower of a Capitol regime that Arella detests so greatly.
"Welcome District Five! Today is an exciting day, we get to find out who will have the honour of representing their District in the 72nd Annual Hunger Games," Sierra exclaims into the microphone, her voice booming around them.
