❝ it is sometimes an
appropriate response to
reality to go insane ❞
──⭒─⭑─⭒──
In which an innocent girl finds herself
trapped in an arena with monsters and
her only hope is to claw her way out.
──...
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𝕿he air in the room is sombre when we sit down to watch training scores. Everyone knows that we don't have much else left now. Interviews are tomorrow evening and then, the next morning, we are taken to the Games. Then we leave our fate in Jasmine and Geare's hand and we do what we have to do to survive.
The anthem plays, before the tributes' faces come up, district by district and their scores then flash up with their pictures. The Careers get predictably high scores for all of them. It's low to medium for the rest.
Cato gets a 10 which no one is surprised about, though I'm a bit surprised when I pull a nine.
"I thought they'd penalise me." I whispered to Cato, who cocks an eyebrow.
"What'd you do?" He questioned. His accent is a little thicker now, indicating that he's tired from the day we've had and he's about ready to sleep. His accent normally gives his moods away.
"Whistled a particular tune." I hope that Geare, Jasmine and Aurelia can't hear me because they would have my head.
"Thought we said no rebelling." Cato stifles a tired laugh.
"Yeah, we did." I sighed. "Had to do something though."
"Go to bed you two. You need to be rested and ready for tomorrow. It's your big day." Geare startles both of us and we disappear back towards our room.
Cato and I don't workout that night. We discuss our plans, before falling asleep around each other. Luckily enough, neither of us have nightmares that night. We're content to remain curled around each other and ignore the fact that we're in the Capitol and set to die within the next few days.
The next morning, Aurelia sends for me and Geare has already collared Cato, dragging us into preparations for the interviews that evening. They have things for us to say, notes on how we should walk and present ourselves and what cues we need to give. I need to be annoyed, but not show it. I have to give a hint to the pregnancy, but not give it away. I have to be confident in my abilities but sad that I will have to fight against people that are my friends.
The timeline for everything has moved up which I assume is because Snow wants us in this arena as quickly as possible to be killed and quash the rebellion. I don't think he has quite figured out that if he kills me, the rebellion wouldn't stop with me. It would keep going, keep living on through others. I'd be a martyr, not another nameless tribute.
"Everyone is going to be trying to go against these Games. Everyone wants them cancelled." Geare reminded us. "No one wants to be going into that arena tomorrow morning and they'll do anything to change it."
We don't see Jasmine for most of the day. She's making plans and we'll see her at the interviews.
In the afternoon, I'm handed over to Varya and my prep team. Lish, Mist and Saphi are quiet, eyes watering and hands trembling as they cut my hair and apply my makeup. I don't know whether to say something to them, to explain that despite their quite bizarre ways, I do appreciate them.
