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Based off the short story 'Sacrifice', I sent to elsannaheadcanons on tumblr. Go check it out (if you feel like it)
"I volunteer!" seventeen year old Anna Singer yelled as she pushed past the Peacekeepers. She couldn't let that twelve year old girl fight to her death. The quiet rumbling of the crowd hushed as all heads turned to look at her, faces morphing into shock, watching as she stood next to the man who would drag two teenagers away from their families; who would watch their sons, daughters, brothers, and sisters fight for their lives or die trying.
Anna's face was carefully blank, a cool mask hiding her reeling emotions, her stumbling heart, her growing panic and finally acceptance; she had done it with good intentions and she smiled at the girl who was too young to see death, too young to fight for her life, so Anna took her place and she stood firm with her decision.
She sat in the train, a small man named Jiminy was squeaking and waving his arms about, telling her how she would be popular amongst the crowd, not only for her sacrifice for the small girl, but also for her looks; copper hair, freckles, bright teal eyes, a crooked and charming smile. ("Uncommon eye color. A beautiful girl, hypnotizing; a heartbreaker in the making.") The small boy, Pinocchio, sat in a ball across from Anna, eyes frightful but curious, as he stared at the bright green man that had taken to hopping from couch to couch.
"And you dear boy!" Pinocchio flinched at being addressed suddenly, "you're small, fast right? You can use that to your advantage! Hide and run, wait for the others to kill themselves off!" The man missed the flinch of the 14 year old and the scandalized look Anna threw at him. "Young and innocent looking, expressive blue eyes, I have myself a great pair this year!" Jiminy scrambled away, excited giggles and murmurs trailing behind him.
Anna gave Pinocchio a soft smile and ruffled his hair when he returned it; she stood up and walked to the back of the train, planning on finding her strengths and weaknesses.
Strengths: strong upper body, fast, trained with a bow and short sword, cunning, knew basic survival skills and charismatic. Weaknesses: clumsy, loud, compassionate, and too trusting.
While her strengths outweighed her weaknesses, they would get her killed and she knew it. She would form an alliance based on trust alone and her allies would kill her off the moment she lost her usefulness. She was incredibly clumsy, sometimes tripping over air and having to go to the medical bay for a broken bone. She was a naturally loud person, shouting over the other orphans to be heard. And her heart was too big.
She would die in the games, another dead Tribute to be forgotten, marked off in a book as a statistic not a person; she would die while trying so hard to live, begging for her life and her pleas falling on deaf ears as other terrified and desperate teenagers fought for their lives and turning into something they weren't before the Games, forever haunted by killing their peers and innocent children for a brutal game; entertainment for the Capitol.