Ever sighed as the first notes of the capital anthem floated through the house from the cobweb covered television that sat dejectedly in the corner of the ghostly room. She swept a piece of gold colored hair from her face, as she turned towards the television with distaste.
Caesar Flickerman, smiled, showing each of his pearly white teeth, his distracted gaze flickering from each of the capital citizens that sat in the audience, each swathed in multicolored gowns of lace and tulle.
Ever moved an ornate cup, engraved with rabbits and jewels to her lips as she watched the extravagant man take his seat on the illuminated stage, his hair, midnight blue this year, bobbed excitedly on the top of his head. It reminded Ever, of a dog wagging its tail, waiting to be praised and showered with the affection of strangers.
He grinned, waiting for the rambunctious hubbub of people to quiet. He sat with a sort of carelessness, his midnight blue suit, dotted with twinkling lights, almost like stars, although the ones that glittered on Caesar's pristine jacket were cold, reflecting the icy eyes of the city he served.
"I would now like to announce," Caesar said with a mock dramatic flare, his eyes glittering with unshed excitement,
"the 47th annual hunger games!"
He swept out his arms, with a flourish, that befit the eagerness reflected in his gaze.
Ever shook her head, her pale fingers deftly smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in her scarlett dress. The program smoothly went on, flicking to each district, to show sickly, hollowed skin, and children, their small eyes leaking tears they weren't allowed to shed, watching, their breath caught in tiny throats as sisters and brothers and friends, walked through the parted crowd to their death.
After moving past the green covered orchards of District 11, they reached 12, with its silent streets and crumbling buildings, 12 seemed like an empty party, glasses littering the ground and no one left to pick them up.
The stony stage sat devoid of all color, lined with white clothed guards, their faces set into smooth stony lines, eyes drained of any light that once filled them, watching the fear streaked faces lined with age that was yet to come.
"It's reaping time!" An overly enthusiastic voice cried.
The pink colored woman that stood on the stage was a stark contrast to the gray clothed citizens sitting grimly, waiting for their fate.
"Ladies First!" The woman said in a sickly sweet voice.
Ever desperately tried to place the woman from her studies, but her scattered thoughts pulled up a blank as Ever watched the woman reach into the clear bowl.
The lady grasped a creamy colored slip of paper, and brought it to her line of sight.
"Ever Meadow."
A/N
Hi sorry this took so long but I have a lot of work so I hope this was worth the wait. This is set during the 47 hunger games so Katniss and a lot of the other characters are not born where this takes place, so the woman on the stage is not Effie, but a character similar.
(I'm also sick, so sorry it's not the best I'll try to improve it next time.)
-Moonlarkrising
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Through the eyes of a capital girl
FanfictionWhat would the hunger games look like to someone who would never have to fight in them? Ever Meadow lives a happy life with her parents and friend Leonora, shopping for hats or playing in the lush green parks of the capital. But her life is about to...
