"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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There was no sunlit in the bedchamber when I had finally woken up. all the draperies were tramped precisely across my bed to allow me to see nothing. Finnick was gone, his absence in the bed had left a dent on the panes, but all the same, he was undeniably gone. I was alone again in my bedroom in the early hours of the morning. I would be returning to my District this morning. Which would be nothing more than fun.
I left my bedroom that morning, I slipped myself out of the silky duvet covers that had taken possession of my complete body the evening prior. I walked into the bathroom, it was just the same one that I had used the day I was reaped for The Hunger Games, Saron was alive and well, Hollie was alive and well, they were all alive and well.
Now it was just me.
An Avox brought me a garden-fresh steamed bath towel when I bounced into the shower, I valued the shower. back in my district, we had showers and they were delightful but they were nothing like the ones that were in the Capitol. I absolutely fragranced myself down and looked remarkable when I stepped out of the shower. I got dressed into something a little cosier such as a white long sleeved t-shirt, I soaked into a pair of black trousers as well as a black jacket with no sleeves. I placed on some white socks and left my bedroom.
When I looked in the mirror beneath the thin hallway I was now adapted to. I really did look like my mother. I had her hair, even though she was a natural auburn, she moderated and dyed her hair diverse shades, she loved light-coloured and chestnut hair colours. Of course, they couldn't last for long because if they did, well her red roots couldn't shine through.
But we looked almost identical in the mirror, we both had nice skin, that was completely flawless but mine was a little more tanned, whereas hers was almost poisoned it was that pale sometimes in the glimmer of the light. We both had the same eye shape, the same face shape and we looked practically like the same person some mornings when I really looked at myself.
By the time I had stepped out of my hallway and into the main dining quarters, Finnick had already sat down and was enjoying himself to a croissant. He looked up and smiled at me politely before taking a bite of the croissant.
"Good morning, Finnick." I inform the male sitting in front of me. I sit down and grab some of the toast.
Finnick has this grin on his face like the face he had when I first met him, when the two of us were sitting in the train. "Hi, Serabella."
"Thank you for last night, I don't think I would've slept without you" I show gratitude to him gently, buttering the warm toast with charming butter and watching it melt into the carbs.
"Oh don't worry about it." Finnick takes a mouthful of the crumbling pastry but I'm deadly serious. I wouldn't have slept last night without him. he doesn't think much of it, but I do.
"No, Finnick" I look at him in the eyes, beaming at him amiably. I place my hand on his. "Thank you. I'm serious"
Finnick has a handsome smile with his indirect teeth, I mean they are lovely fangs but they aren't wholly picture-perfect, I think I like him more like that. he looks out of the window as we are arriving by sea, which means District Four. "We'll be arriving soon."
