𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 / Finnick Odair

5

"Murdering kids her age is strictly an absurdity to the young girl, one in which in a few days will be reality."
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"8 and 4?" Daniel asks to which the girl nods in confirmation.
"Willow is good at all things medical and Grace can make traps" she says containing a laugh remembering the incident with the careers and how she was struggling to shake the snare off her foot.

"hmm" Daniel hums
"It could be worse" he says "Grace being from 4 means she will automatically receive sponsors which will be good, but Willow.." He says with a sigh

"She really doesn't offer anything" he mutters to the girl "But i suppose it's good you have an alliance at least." He admits

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Days of training pass quickly as our evaluations have are now required of us.

They bring us in one by one to evaluate us, taking a while to get through the large group, unfortunately for me, being one of the last to complete the assessment.

Sitting on a fairly empty room, i wait for my name to be called in anxiousness. It's taken a while to get this far through the line of tributes, and i can only imagine how much longer the rest of the tributes in a lower district will have to wait.

Soon the speaker is heard as the loud static sounds, hearing my name called turns me to the door as i stand, walking to the door where Peacekeepers stand, still in the same outfit from our training day as they open the door for me, letting me in.

"Thanks" the girl mutters quietly to the Peacekeepers as she enters to room, door shutting automatically behind her, locking her in the evaluation space.

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I glance around the room, filled with all the same things as the training room, seeing the Capitol richest on an above stand watching the girl below as the walks in the room, with curious eyes.

She stands in the center of the room tilting her head up as she glanced among the crowd.
"Ali Amberdust."
"District 9" The girl says looking over all the game markers and judges before turning around slowly and glancing across all the equipment.

Setting my eyes on a dummy across the room i make way over to it with careful steps untying the rope as it falls to the ground with a loud clash scaring the game makers as they jolt slightly from the loud metallic sound.

The girl then, as she had been shown by Grace, sets up a trap.
Twine and poles stuck in the ground as after about 5 minutes it's set up. She stands up looking down at the trap before making way to the dummy, throwing it directly at the trap before it snaps and pulls the mannequin straight up to the roof, dangling by the foot.

The girl doesn't think that's enough as she then makes way to paint in the corner of the room. Red paint before she dips her hand in the cold liquid and walking over to the dummy, smearing it over the mannequin.

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We reside in front of the television eating our dinner on the sofa, as Caesar Flickerman is entertaining the Capitol as he does on the daily, about to begin reading the assesment scores.

He starts from district 1 with the male then female, working his way down the district numbers.
The career districts are done and score exceptionally well, exactly like all years previously and predicted of them.

Marble paces behind us as she anticipates our scores.
When it comes to district 9 minutes later, I hold my breath as a picture of Allio swings around the screen.
"Allio Brown from district 9 scored a.." He announces while reading a paper.

"9" he says before continuing.

Jomilee smiles and pats him on the back and
"Well done mate" he says smile on his face, this is the most promise in a tribute Jomilee has seen in a long time of mentoring.

"And Ali Amberdust scored a..."

"7" he says clearly a picture of my swinging around the screen as well.
The girls not surprised, she's hadn't done anything too special,
"we can work with that, it's not the worst" Daniel says gently trying to bring up the girls hope.

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The girl lays in the bed, nothing seeming to ease her mind as despite being out of the eyes of Panem monumentally she can't stop thinking about the inevitable games.

Murdering kids her age is strictly an absurdity to the young girl, one in which in a few days will be reality.

But the girl doesn't want to die, she has too much to live for. Her mother, District, herself, she hasn't lived life yet. She hasn't found love or loved. She hasn't had a future, a career, and she's not willing to end her life without fulfilment.

However she can only hope, hope that if it comes time that her life is ended sooner that anticipated it will be painless, quick, that her mother will forgive her for not winning.

She's burdened will all these thoughts running aimlessly through her mind. Yet, she can't get herself to break down and cry like she wants to.
All she does is lay in her room, anxious as ever, even if she could breakdown, she knows it wouldn't help anything and absolutely nothing can be done to help her situation. To help her, to save her.

All she does is wait, staring at the clock all night as seconds tick into minutes and minutes tick into hours as the sky grows dark, and eyes grow tired.

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