Lucy's POV
Everybody knew us we were one of the more popular ones. We were fierce and ferocious, even with a fourteen year old and a woman in a cheap tree costume that looked like she was squished into elephant skin. We came to the end and we both gave identical glares the the old, creepy ruthless killer. Must be a Mason thing.
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After a nightmare filled sleep, I undressed, got in the shower and played with the funny buttons on the gigantic shower wall. There was thousands of buttons, I remember my favourite from two years ago: strawberry and blackberries. Jo hates strawberries but loves raspberries, i'm the opposite, I love strawberries but hate raspberries we are very similar sometimes but others we are the exact opposite. I put on my training suit after I've dried off. I style my hair in loose curls and put a thin layer of foundation and concealer, I then go slightly over the top with my eyeliner, drawing a flick until halfway between the edge of my eye and my neatly trimmed eyebrow. Me and Johanna march into the training centre after going down the very exciting elevator. We catch the attention of many tributes, probably from our performance last night. We smirk at each other before giving everyone our signature death glares. I notice, from the 15 tributes in the hall, that Katniss Everdeen 'the girl on fire' is staring at me with recognition in her eyes. I shrug it off and go to the axe station with Jo. We swing axes round the room like we earn a dollar a second. (A/N I'm English but they're American, panem is north America) we then take the largest axes and start throwing them hitting the targets accurately with a firm stick. I'm slightly better at this as I throw knives, talking of knives, I go over to that station. Cashmere is there, I despise her and her brother. Come on! Gloss sounds like a girls name. Casmere gives my a side glance and scoffs hitting all the targets but one. I laugh at this.
"Go one pathetic girl beat that." Again I laugh hollowly, she did not just call me pathetic. Again tributes surround us and Jo gives me a look that clearly says: ' if you beat her I'll be impressed. If not I'm disowning you' I grab a belt of sharp daggers, walk calmly to the back of the room (about 500 metres or so. I glance back at the targets before facing the wall. I grab six daggers in each hand, then throw them gracefully, yet powerful over my head. I hear clapping and I know I've hit them all accurately. I glance to the head gamemaker, Plutarch Hevansbee (sp?) And smirk at him, I know he's involved with the rebellion against the capital. I strut out the training centre with Johanna, linking arms with her.
The tributes were not going to forget me soon.
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Katniss POV
"Seems as though your little performance went down well with the other tributes, half of them want to be your ally. I've even got the careers here" says my surprisingly sober mentor."who you want?"
"Maggs," I say immediately. Peeta and Haymitch roll their eyes
"Fine Lucy, she reminds me of a fierce primrose." I say
"Lucy and Johanna, good choice!" Haymitch approves.
"I said just Lucy" I complain.
"You won't get one without the other" says Haymitch
"Fine than none at all!" I exclaim
"I'll tell them your still making up your mind." Great hearing Haymitch! That's totally what I said
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No use crying over spilt blood.
Fanfic"There's no one left that I love," "I'll try not to take that personally." Lucy Mason is Johanna Mason's younger sister and although they don't show it, they are inseparable. With an axe at hand, the young siblings must compete in the 75th annual hu...
