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HER EYES NARROWED AT THE FAMILIAR SIGHT OF THE— Capitol. The large buildings and worse, the people in the city. Her eyes lingered at the rich people of Panem. Donned in their luxurious (and quite ghastly) outfits.
Their hair was done in vibrant shades of colours, their makeup and clothes matching their outrageous personalities. And yet, there was the roar of the crowd that begged for them to see the tributes of the games, how cynical.
Ophelia wanted to gag at them, she wanted to scream, yet she gave the people their undivided attention. Blowing kisses to her friends, shooting flirty winks at countless of men that countless of people swooned at her good looks.
And there it was, that hole in her heart that begged for Ophelia to stop. It screamed for mercy and by all means, hope that she would stop the charade. Yet, she continued, feeling her spirits crush again once more dying in her own fame.
"This fucking sucks," her mentor's voice echoed inside of the train. Ophelia looked over to see Enobaria with her face in her hands as she sat down beside Brutus who had a disgruntled expression on his face.
"You don't say," Ophelia quipped as she was quick to drop her happy act as she crossed her hands over her chest, digging her nails deep into her fur coat.
"You shouldn't have to go back in there, Ophelia. You're still fresh out from the games—you're still recovering. I wish it was—"
"—no. Don't go wishing that this was your place to go into the Quarter Quell. I can take care of myself thanks for asking," Ophelia sneered as she narrowed her eyes at her mentor.
"This is the Quarter Quell, Ophelia. You're fresh meat from your games, I know that everyone is planning on attacking Katniss and Peeta since they're the newcomers, but you're only one game from being treated the same. These years haven't done you good and they'll take your state of mental health into account especially since they know about—"
"—You're forgetting Enobaria, she won the games with a compact mirror. If the rest of the tributes are smart they'll know better to form an alliance with her than try to kill her," Brutus pointed out as he finally chose to speak.
Ophelia looked over to the other tribute, gesturing over towards his comment with a knowing look on her face. "See? Brutus gets it. I'm a threat in the arena, people should bow down to me then try to sneak up and slit my throat. You worry too much,"
"And that's it? Do you think everyone else is going to see you the same way Brutus treats you? Ophelia, this is different. This is the Quarter Quell," Enobaria hissed as she crossed her arms over her chest.
