"Ironic ain't it? The one woman I can't get enough of, is the one I'll never be able to have"
Delyth Bardott grapples with unexpected emotions for her tribute, straying from the expected norms of a Capitol girl drawn to a District boy.
Meanwhile...
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"I'm Lucretius Lucky Flickerman, a man who needs no introduction. You'll know me as your favourite weatherman and amateur magician" he flipped a coin into the sky which seemed to disappear.
The optimistic voice of Lucky Flickerman broke the thoughts of Delyth. Treech glanced down at him, then back towards her with a confused expression.
They put them in a zoo. A zoo! As if they're animals, appalled at the deplorable conditions these tributes were forced to endure.
She glanced down at her uniform, once neat and red, now crinkled and littered with dry dirt. Despite this, she still stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the tributes' dull attire.
"What in the gem of Panem?" Lucky's voice cut through her thoughts, diverting attention from the surreal scene. Coriolanus appeared caught off guard, the cameras glued to him.
Delyth's breath hitched with panic as the realization struck that her parents might be watching. Treech, noticing her heightened breathing, furrowed his eyebrows in concern.
"What's wrong with you?" He questioned, he wasn't the best with his words.
"My parents, I-I'm not supposed be here! I'm supposed to be at ballet, if they see me I'll be killed, I-I don't know what to-" the girl blurted in a panicked stutter.
"Stop! Hey it's fine. Just-" he grabbed her arm and led her into the side of the cage, out of any cameras view and sat her on a rock.
After a moment of hushed stillness, he eventually shattered the silence with a query, "So, why don't you tell me on how you plan to keep me alive in that arena?" His eyes scrutinized her figure, observing her nervous fidgeting with her fingers. He felt at a loss for words but desperately wanted the girl to calm down
She regulated her breath, lifting her gaze from the floor to meet his eyes. A realization dawned upon her as she perceived the incongruity of her distress. While she fretted about missing a ballet class, the boy in front of her was going to be forced to fight to the death in a matter of days. In a moment of self-awareness, she almost scoffed at her own behavior.
"I'm here to get you what you need to survive, to show you off to the capitol, get you sponsors"
"Sponsors?" He intrigued
"Yeah, the capital will donate money to the tribute they like most, this means I can buy you essentials like water, food to help you stay alive" she stated.
