"Octavia Voss. Better known as The Siren...Capitol's 'It Girl,' the 'Party Girl.' The people there would kill just for a chance to spend an evening with her."
"So she's the Capitol's whore?"
"Easy, Tavia's more than just a face for Capitol entertain...
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Octavia stands still, her breath visible in the frigid air as she takes in her surroundings. Snow blankets everything, transforming the landscape into a stark white canvas that feels both beautiful and terrifying. She has never seen snow before.
The platform is only a couple inches from the ground and is one of many arranged in a circle around the massive cornucopia, which glimmers enticingly in the bright sunlight.
Dark blue ice is under each platform signaling the frozen river that flows below.
The cornucopia is filled with supplies and weapons. Her heart races as she scans the area, noting the other competitors stationed on their own platforms. They are all just as tense, eyes darting from the cornucopia to one another, measuring strength and intent.
As the countdown begins, she feels her heart pounding, adrenaline surging through her veins. This isn't just a game; it's a fight for survival. She glances at the tributes around her, none of them being Tirss.
It isn't until the countdown gets to five that she notices him, six people down from her. He's already looking at her and she uses the little knowledge of sign language she had managed to teach him.
Trees
He looks at her with a furrowed brow, until a lightbulb goes off he gives her a subtle nod.
Once the countdown hits 'one' Octavia sprints without a second thought towards the cornucopia. The cold air stings her lungs, the crunch from the ice beneath her feet.
Without stopping to see what is all supplied, she grabs two belts of knives. One for her and one for Triss.
Quickly she secures one around her waist and the other over her head, resting on one shoulder across her chest.
As Octavia reaches for her sword, a sharp sting cuts across her arm. She gasps, glancing down to see blood trickling from a fresh slice, courtesy of a girl from District 5.
The girl's red hair sticks to her forehead, her wide eyes filled with fear and desperation. She holds a small dagger in front of her, shaking slightly.
Octavia doesn't hesitate. With a quick movement, she smacks the girl's outstretched hand, knocking the dagger out of her grasp. The girl stumbles, but Octavia's already moving, sending a swift punch to her face. The force knocks her down, buying Octavia just enough time to grab her sword.
The cold steel feels heavy in her hand, sending a chill up her spine. She doesn't give herself time to think-she can't afford to. With brutal efficiency, she drives the sword into the girl's chest. The girl gasps, her body going limp as life drains from her.
Octavia presses her foot against the girl's body, using it to push her off the blade.
Breathing heavily, she stares at the girl's lifeless eyes.
