She grips the arrowhead tightly in her hand as her previous arrow continues its arc through the air. The fire burns bright in the evening sky, blazing as it makes its way towards a torch that'll announce the start of the festivities for the 77th Hunger Games. She never wanted to be part of the pomp and circumstance of the Hunger Games after surviving the 74th. But President Snow insisted. And President Snow always gets what he wants.
So she grips the arrowhead in her hand as the crowds of the Capitol cheer and roar in response to her arrow. She can feel the sting of the metal cutting into her hand and slowly, blood starts to well up within her palm. It's nothing less than she deserves. In a few days time, twenty-four children will find themselves in an arena with only the choice of kill or be killed. In a few days time, she'll have to live through the third anniversary of killing Peeta Mellark with the very arrowhead she holds in her hand. In a few days time, she'll be scrambling alongside Gale to curry favors among patrons in an attempt to help their tributes. In a few days time, the rot will once again set in.
The blood begins to drip to the ground and she squeezes tighter. But she does do her best to keep her fist away from the dress to preserve the vibrant red of the fabric. Once the parade of tributes is over, they'll be expected at Snow's mansion for the first of many galas. Canting her head slightly, she steals a glance at Gale. "How long do you think they'll last this year?"
i am so sorry this is so late
So she grips the arrowhead in her hand as the crowds of the Capitol cheer and roar in response to her arrow. She can feel the sting of the metal cutting into her hand and slowly, blood starts to well up within her palm. It's nothing less than she deserves. In a few days time, twenty-four children will find themselves in an arena with only the choice of kill or be killed. In a few days time, she'll have to live through the third anniversary of killing Peeta Mellark with the very arrowhead she holds in her hand. In a few days time, she'll be scrambling alongside Gale to curry favors among patrons in an attempt to help their tributes. In a few days time, the rot will once again set in.
The blood begins to drip to the ground and she squeezes tighter. But she does do her best to keep her fist away from the dress to preserve the vibrant red of the fabric. Once the parade of tributes is over, they'll be expected at Snow's mansion for the first of many galas. Canting her head slightly, she steals a glance at Gale. "How long do you think they'll last this year?"