Ruins of the past

Chapter 11

It's loud, the endless seeming crowd of people presses themselfs against the tall, barbed wire fence that surrounds the small platform we're waiting at. It's a cold day, grey clouds and wind.
They yell questions, so many at once that I can't make out clear words, it's just a big mess of sounds.
Litte children stare at us, point and run around, their parents lift them up, let them see us.
A few teenagers are here too, most of them in the mearby school I can see behind extremly tall management buildings, a row of shops to our left.
Suddently a cold shiver runs down my spine, I turn around and scan the crowd, then I see her, an average sized girl, around my age, looking at me, no emotions.
Long black hair, wavy and braided, blue eyes that seem to be glowing, black skin, a light grey hoodie, a golden mockingjay pin on it.
Then, not even a second later, Peacekeepers.
They want to grab her.
Pulling up her hood she turns around, runs away, hiding the pin again.
A mockingjay! The sign of the rebellion.
They said they killed their supporters, every single one.
But how many are truly left?
Finally the Hovercraft that will bring us to our launching rooms appears out of nothing, our stylists already inside of them.
They're quiet and you can't hear them unless they're very close.

I open my eyes, find myself wearing the clothes the gamemakers prepared for us.
It's cold inside the launching room, but it smells like delicious food.
I've already eated and drunk, showered too.
I take a look at myself in the provided mirror, a thin white jacket, a hood on it, with a V on it, the first letter of my name. In case people forgot or what?
Right next to it is a little crown, on the sides of my arms two dark grey stripes.
Undernath I'm wearing a dark red cotton tshirt, it's soft.
I'm wearing another top underneath, it's white and feels very light and smooth.
Pants that have the same color as the stripes on my jacket, two big pockets, a black leather belt with small holes, probably to store weapons. Aren't they going to offer us backpacks?
The last thing are white sturdy boots.
I look at my Stylist, still don't know his name.
He's wearing a similar outfit to the first time we meet, only that his hair is now a dark blue color.
"The material your jacket is made of is good for keeping your body temperature consistent", he tells me, "so expect different climates, both hot and cold."
I thank him for the tip and he smiles a bit.
"No problem, that's my job,"

My hearth starts beating faster when we hear the reminder that all tributes should go to their launching platforms.
I take a deept breath, then follow the instructions, shortly after that they start to move, lift us up and into the arena.

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It's an extremly short chapter since with the next one the actual games will start.
But I also have important news.

My mom just told me that we're flying to greece this saturday and will stay there for two whole weeks!
I'm super exited but won't be able to post as frequently, I already have a few chapters written that I can post tho, so there will still be updates, just not as many as there are now.