oh, how she wishes
she could just be
who she once was
again...
PRE HUNGER GAMES - MOCKINGJAY
FEMALE OC X MALE OC
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two years prior, day one of the hunger games
Arella didn't even have time to collect her thoughts the following morning before she was being shipped off to the arena. Loaded onto some special hovercraft and injected with a tracker that made her wince, it is all getting too real now. She didn't miss the smug little smirk that Remi had thrown her way either, obviously more than excited at the fact they'll be able to fight for real now.
The brunette didn't even get to see Malcolm, the young boy in a completely separate aircraft with the rest of the boys. She hopes he's okay, that he will be able to find his way to her in that arena. Arella doesn't even know how to describe the ache in her chest at the thought of that boy dying.
Her stylist is finishing up her outfit, zipping up Arella's thick coat and smiling slightly at her. The tribute doesn't know what to say, what to do, this could be her final moments alive and she's spending it with somebody who is happy to watch her go. She wishes Mirabelle was here to reassure her, hug her tightly, but she's not and Arella will have to stumble around on her own two feet.
"30 seconds,"
The automated voice echoes around the room, sending a chill up the entirety of her spine. Arella's limbs are involuntarily trembling, her heart racing and her breathing shallow, a severe state of anxiety settling in.
The stylist, whose name Arella didn't even bother to remember, gently guides her towards the tube. The brunette doesn't even give the other woman a second glance, allowing the tube to close behind her. The journey upwards feels like an eternity, this is it. This is where she dies.
Light begins to peak in, albeit only a minimal amount, and Arella knows she's almost there. The world slows down astronomically in those last few seconds and then she's exposed to her nightmare. It takes her eyes a couple of seconds to adjust, the few moments in darkness completely throwing her sight out of whack. Before she's even fully acclimatized, Arella feels the gentle brush of snow against her skin, an experience she's never got to have first hand.
As her vision clears, a shuttered breath leaves her lips. The air is so cold that she can see her breath with every exhale, the surrounding area smothered in blankets of thick snow. Many of the items on the ground around the Cornucopia are already being buried by the snow which means the fight for the weapons and backpacks are going to be even harsher this time around.
Arella allows her eyes to wander, desperately trying to seek out Malcolm who she eventually finds on the other side of the ring of tributes. To her dismay, and slight fear, Remi is situated to the boy's left. She hopes they he manages to get away before the girl gets her hands on any sort of weapon, Arella can't protect him from all the way over here — not when she likely will have to fight for a weapon herself.
