Third Person Point of View:
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Twelve,
Becca bounces her leg to a certain rhythm. She looks from the screen to the door, then back to the screen then back to the door. She waits for Haymitch, who is still finishing up one of his appointments. Twelve seconds left.
Eleven,
Chaff and Seeder watch as their twelve year old tribute prepares to flee the area, her feet not faltering as she knows the slightest movement will cause her to be blown into the sky. Eleven seconds left.
Ten,
Maria from Ten silently prays on a string of beads that her crippled tribute will have a quick death. From the moment he got reaped, the boy gave up, not even trying. She prays that he will have a quick death. Ten seconds left.
Nine,
The mentors from Nine recall their own games, they watch as their tributes wait and fiddle with their tokens. The boy grew up in the wheat fields, and the girl grew up sick. Nine seconds left.
Eight,
The mentors watch as the factory worker stands on a pedestal, awaiting his death. He has no hope. He makes the wrong decision and lunges towards the cornucopia. Marvel eyes him from his own pedestal. Eight seconds left.
Seven,
Johanna sips her drink, she knows she is above all this, however she still watches the screen. Blight rubs his sweaty hands. Their girl was promising, like Johanna. With an eight in training, and the audience loved her. Seven seconds left.
Six,
The morphlings doodle on their hands. They do not watch their tributes, so Becca watches them for the two. She feels bad for them, she does not blame them. Six seconds left.
Five,
The tributes from five have their eyes closed and they are whispering. Praying? Singing? Talking to themselves? The mics have not turned on yet, so their words will go unknown forever. Five seconds left.
Four,
Finnick, Annie and Mags watch as their twelve year old tribute holds his head high, smiling like a career, his curly hair bobbing with each movement. The older girl looks at him like he is stupid. Both plan on running into the cornucopia and making a quick get away. Four seconds left.
Three,
Beetee and Wiress quickly calculate the odds of their tributes winning. They are not high, yet not low. Both of the tributes decided not to make an alliance. The male tribute remembers Chip, he sat next to him in math class. He wanted to talk to Becca about him, but never got the chance. He probably never will. Three seconds left.
Two,
Brutus and Enobaria have their heads held high and their backs rested comfortably against the couch. Both their tributes are extremely promising. Cato is a brute, and Clove is the picture-perfect image of a career. Two seconds left.
One.
Cashmere and Gloss watch as Marvel and Glimmer lean forward. It's selfish, but Cashmere wishes that Glimmer won't win, because she would be doomed from the get go. She played the seductive card, and her body was already flaunted on live TV. If she wins, they would eat her up. One second left.
Boom!
The games start, and Haymitch stumbles in, fixing his collar that is smeared with pink lipstick that is not Effie's. Becca does not notice as her eyes are trained on the TV, she watches as Peeta takes their advice and sprints as far away from the Cornucopia as he can get, Katniss on the other hand, does not take orders and she goes forwards.
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