Romani caught in an arena.

Chapter 4.

I just stand there, as I feel the cool breeze flow through my hair. I feel as if i'm in a dream. At least iIam allowed this feeling, this amazing feeling, before I might die. The lights, sounds, colours, people, feelings. All there. All mixed together. All of these, in one night? Surprising. Wait, no, not surprising, more like confusing. It's all confusing. I feel amazing. Right at this moment. But, then, I feel sad, and angry. Sad at the fact that knowing in a couple of days, I will be dead. My soul will be gone from my body, and will be roaming the earth, with no place to live, homeless. My soul will be homeless. Can you just imagine it, a homeless soul? Sad to think about. Imagine all those souls, roaming the earth, the ones that had been lost because of the hunger games. They're all out there, somewhere.  Roaming, waiting, just waiting to be seen and noticed. But it doesn't happen. It never happens.

But, not only am I sad, but I was also angry at the capitol, for making me feel so amazing on this night. Why would they do that? Why would they give me this night, with the parade, and make it so god damn amazing? They know I will die soon. But, they seem so adamant on making sure I have such a perfect night! Well, almost perfect. I'm pretty sure most of the other tributes hate me already. I don't know why. I shouldn't be a threat to them, as I have no sort of skills, or nothing they should be afraid of. I'm worthless in these games. But lets face it, if looks could kill, the capitol would need another female district 8 tribute.

Some of the tributes costumes looked ridiculous. They didn't suit. I know this is a parade, and everyone should be in costumes, but their stylists could have done a better job, I think. They looked horrendous. Like seriously, the tributes from District 3, looked as if glitter had just been chucked on them, and that's it. I guess this was to significant that their main industry is electronics. I'm thinking their stylists wanted them to look like electricity, or something. Who knows? They're stylists. They have a wild imagination. Who knows what they were thinking, or wanted the tributes to look like? Oh wait, only them would know. 

Mind you, one tribute that looked particularly bad, was the male tribute from district 9. I think his name was Jedediah. Hmm, what a strange name. How, original. Back to the point, because he is from District 9, and their main industry is grain, his stylist had to create something to do with grain. I may not be a stylist or anything, but even I think his is something hard to do. Create an outfit to make people think about the main industry in your district. I mean, come on, how are you suppose to create an amazing costume, to do with grain? So basically, They had attempted to cover him with "grain colour clothing". Can you just imagine it? A costume that is basically, coloured as if you are a grain field. How disgusting. 

Back to my mind now. My mind, full of confusion. I don't think iv'e ever really been confused. Not like this anyway. I mean, who would want to feel sad, knowing they're going to die soon. And angry, knowing the people who killed them wanted them to feel happy? It annoys me. I get so lost in my thoughts I don't notice the carraige stopping. Guess it must be time for President Snow to give his speech about the hunger games, and how he is so proud of it. Blah, blah, blah. To be honest, i'm not sure if anyone really cares about this speech he gives, every year. It's exactly the same. You think he would put some sort of effort or emotion into it, but no. I'm surprised the people of Panem haven't memorised the words of his "amazing and special" speech for the world of Panem, full of dedication and spirit. Ready for the games.  Oh wait, I already did. 

 As I stand there, I carefully watch President Snow give this speech. It seems he still has to read from a piece of paper. All I can think is he's slacking. If I can memorise this speech, i'm sure he can too. I mean, i''m not the one given the "job" of having to perform it every year, to the people you have full control over, he does. To be honest, i don't pay attention to his speech at all tonight. Instead, I carefully look, and study the different tributes. Iv'e done this all my life. Study people. I like to study people, and see how the the way they react to things, and compare them to their personality's. I guess it's a hobby, of sort. 

While standing there, watching peoples reactions, I notice something strange. Well, not strange, but noticeable. One girl, from district 3, is standing with confidence, and attitude. Obviously, she doesn't care at all. She just wants to win. And, i'm betting, she has a good action plan. Should be fun for the capitol. A confident girl, with an attitude and a plan. Bet they wont be happy. Mind you, whats a game without people who are confident and ready to fight? Boring. That's what it is. I carry on studying people, too lost in my own thoughts. Iv'e done this for a while, so I know how people usually act. It's such a shame that this is a game, that requires more action skills, then mind. 

And just like that, we're whisked away. I didn't even notice we were moving, until the carraige moved my posture a little, and i nearly tippled towards the left, where Tryst was standing. I forgot he was there, such a quiet one, I think. The crowds still seem to be roaring away. I don't think they ever stop. Don't ever stop obsessing over us, the tributes, and the hunger games. So, obsessed. I guess obsessed is the word anyways. Well, we are their entertainment, I guess. But, I must say, the crowds do be-wilder me. 

Waiting Inside, knowing there must be around 15 or so minutes until we are shown to our floors. According to people, everyone gets their own bedroom, with an attached bathroom, a large dining room, and also a large living room. Also, everyone gets Avox's. There are so many of them. In case you didn't know, an "Avox" is someone who has been punished by the Capitol for different reasons, and have been wiped of their tongue. Imagine it, not being able to ever talk again in your life, because you have been punished for doing something against the rules of the Capitol? It would be strange, living without a tongue, well, I think so. And I guess, to add to their punishment, they have to come work for the capitol, as "servants" can i call them? Well, to be honest, I guess that's what they are now, Servants for the people of the capitol.  

I am broken away from my thoughts when I see a large group, gathering in the middle of the room. I'm just thinking to myself, what are they doing? By they I mean the tributes. There is a large group of them in the middle of the room. Just in one big gathering. And here I am, standing awkwardly by myself. Doesn't surprise me, iv'e always been an awkward one with people I don't know. And well, I mean, i'm suppose to hate these people, right? They are the one's that are either going to kill me, or i'm going to kill. But, iv'e always been awkward around people I hate. 

"You know, they're trying to make friends with eachother, wouldn't hurt to go up and attempt conversation, would it?" Blair pops up behind me, and speaks these words with a slight sense of enthusiasm. Obviously, he doesn't know they want to kill me. Well, maybe he does. Who knows what he's thinking?

"Yes it would. They are trying to find allies. Once they know I have no skills, i'm first on there kill list. That's no secret". 

"It wouldn't hurt you to attempt to make some allies, would it? You never know, you might actually learn something from training, and the others would see this. You might stand a chance. You never know, they might see some potential in you, and consider you as an allie." He says this, while I am slowly walking away, while also attempting to keep an eye on the large group forming. I lose notice of where I am walking when I notice Tryst in that large group. I guess he could gain some allies. I mean, he does have skills. People will notice this. 

Because of not taking any notice, I bump into Uvuar. Great, now I have to maintain a conversation with her. Oh wait no, damn it, I still haven't apologised to her yet. Wonderful now is the time, I guess. It's strange. She's just standing there. I guess she's waiting for me to say something. Oh, how brilliant.

"Listen, Uvuar, i'm sorry about this morning. It's just that I wanted to sleep, and well, uh yeah, I couldn't do it when you were shouting. I really am sorry." She just stood there. Iv'e never been good at appoligies. 

"Oh, don't worry! I understand, you wanted your sleep! But, I just wanted to come and tell you that our rooms are all ready, and you can head up now if you like? I just need to find...Oh there he is! Tryst dear!" She walks away, her voice getting fainter as she does so. It's too loud in here. I'm just going to head up to my room. Get away from everyone, and everything. 

Walking away, I notice that Tryst seems to be very into a conversation with about 4 other people. Guess he has his allies chosen. He should be fine...I mean, I guess he has a sort of chance of winning this, I hope.