Seryse toyed idly with the burgundy tunic that she had been given, rubbing the smooth fabric between her index finger and her thumb. There had never been anything as nice as this in District 6, nothing as soft or comfortable. The clothing that she had been provided by the eerily silent Avox was of a higher quality than some of the dresses that even the Mayor's wife wore. The tiny stitches were so perfectly uniform, the rich color so flawless, it was like something from a dream. How much was this shirt worth? In the market it would fetch a high price - perhaps nearly as much as some of the medicinal drugs that were sold. Fabric was difficult to come by. This... This could keep her entire family in food for a week.
And she was training in it. She would commit murder in it.
A tribute for District 6... That was half of 12, wasn't it? District 12 had won the 74th Hunger Games, hadn't they? Of course, there was the disaster of the 75th Hunger Games to consider, and what District 12 had caused with that. Because of their foolish mistakes, Seryse was sitting here. A tribute for District 6, and the Capital did not care if she lived or died; through their blood lust, they seemed unable to see the pain they brought Panem. The cracks and fissures that had exploded in the disastrous rebellion were being forced back together through the 76th Hunger Games. President Snow was mocking them all. And because of their mistakes and fumbling, Seryse was going to die. How she hated the rebels.
Sighing in disgust, she dropped the long edge of her tunic, letting it settle back against her black leggings. Training was scheduled to begin this morning, and she was the earliest arrival. Not even the boy who had come with her had come down yet: Seryse supposed that he was filling his grossly large gut with all the food in the Capital. It was sure to resurface as soon as the physical exercise began. The very thought of him paying for his greed set a black smile playing across her pale features, her eyes shining like polished stones of darkness. How the Careers would squeal and squirm at the vomit was amusing on it's own; when the fact that they would be killing him for it was added in it was enough to nearly make her laugh aloud.
Chucking darkly at the thought, she settled herself further back against the wall. Her fellow tributes would come pouring in soon enough, and they could begin training for the event that would lead to all of their deaths. Only one could survive the Hunger Games. Seryse intended on walking out of that arena alive and well.
And she was training in it. She would commit murder in it.
A tribute for District 6... That was half of 12, wasn't it? District 12 had won the 74th Hunger Games, hadn't they? Of course, there was the disaster of the 75th Hunger Games to consider, and what District 12 had caused with that. Because of their foolish mistakes, Seryse was sitting here. A tribute for District 6, and the Capital did not care if she lived or died; through their blood lust, they seemed unable to see the pain they brought Panem. The cracks and fissures that had exploded in the disastrous rebellion were being forced back together through the 76th Hunger Games. President Snow was mocking them all. And because of their mistakes and fumbling, Seryse was going to die. How she hated the rebels.
Sighing in disgust, she dropped the long edge of her tunic, letting it settle back against her black leggings. Training was scheduled to begin this morning, and she was the earliest arrival. Not even the boy who had come with her had come down yet: Seryse supposed that he was filling his grossly large gut with all the food in the Capital. It was sure to resurface as soon as the physical exercise began. The very thought of him paying for his greed set a black smile playing across her pale features, her eyes shining like polished stones of darkness. How the Careers would squeal and squirm at the vomit was amusing on it's own; when the fact that they would be killing him for it was added in it was enough to nearly make her laugh aloud.
Chucking darkly at the thought, she settled herself further back against the wall. Her fellow tributes would come pouring in soon enough, and they could begin training for the event that would lead to all of their deaths. Only one could survive the Hunger Games. Seryse intended on walking out of that arena alive and well.
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