Survivor

Chapter 4: The Interview

All of the Gamemakers' attention was on her as soon as she entered the room. Just like she had planned. The main reason why she showed off some of her skills when she was training was for the Gamemakers to notice her. She knew that they would be ignoring her because they won't expect much from District 12.

Heather headed over to where the bows were and tested out the strings in them. Some strings were tighter, it was ridiculous. Didn't these people know the first thing about archery?

Once she picked a suitable bow, she took three arrows and aimed them at different targets. They all hit the bullseye, and Heather felt self-satisfaction but didn't let it show on her face. It was too early to celebrate.

She then went to the plants' area and separated the poisonous from edible. She also built a small shelter out of the few materials she found which was difficult but Heather made it work. She made a small fire then turned it off by dumping water on it.

Next, she does something that surprises the Gamemakers. Heather took off her shoes then tore a piece of silk from one of the tablecloths and blindfolded herself. Walking towards the table that held daggers, she took five of them.

"You," Heather pointed to the nearest avox she felt standing in the room. "Pick a bunch of dummies and throw them."

She felt the avox walk then he stopped. Afterwards, she heard a dummy being tossed in the air, she instantly threw a dagger at it then heard the sound of fabric being ripped. The avox continued to throw the dummies and Heather hit the target each time.

When she was done, the Gamemakers dismissed her and there was no mistaking the impressed look displayed on some of their faces.

A smile made its way into her face when she got out of the room. She even allowed herself a squeal in the elevator.

Surprisingly, Haymitch was sitting with Nola watching the TV. Of course, he was drinking from his flask.

"Where's Blaze?" Heather asked them.

"In his room," Haymitch answered. "How bad did you screw up?"

"Oh, pretty bad, don't be shocked if I'm killed in the Cornucopia bloodbath," Heather said automatically. She was mainly focusing on the reality show Nola had on. It seemed to be resolved around a woman called Mrs. Pufflemore. Right now, she was currently conflicted about whether she should choose crystal chandelier and starburst chandelier for her new apartment.

"Wait, what?" Nola turned off the TV panickingly which made Heather whine for a bit. "How come?"

"Oh, relax, Nola," Heather told her. "It was just a joke, I did pretty well. Now can we watch the show, I'm really curious as to what Mrs. Pufflemore will do?"

Nola rolled her eyes at her childish behaviour but turned the TV on nonetheless. Halfway through it, Haymitch went to his room and when the show was over, Heather retired to her own. She made a bath and even took a little nap in it until Nola called her over for dinner. She got out of the tub and then put on a simple long-sleeved yellow dress that reached her mid-calf.

Zedoary and an oddly dressed woman were seated in the dining table. Heather suspected that the woman was Blaze's stylist. That was proven true when Sequoia introduced herself. Heather sat across from Haymitch and next to her stylist.

When dinner was served, only the adults talked. Blaze kept to himself, eating his food silently. Zedoary rambled to Heather about her interview dress, and she kept nodding her head at him even though she had no idea what he was saying. Her attention was snatched by the chicken stew in front of her. On the other hand, she really was getting good at ignoring people. Too bad there was no prize for such a talent.