Ok so I sort of got this idea from a tumblr head cannon post and figured I'd kind of bring it to life, it's pretty hard since both characters are kind of hidden and you're starting from scratch but I tried to convey them how I saw them before certain events. It's pretty short which I'm not happy with but anyway, yeah enjoy (:
Sometimes when I get on balconies I get the urge to jump, from out of nowhere, and I wonder how it would feel to fly for that little bit before I died. Then I realize I would never do it, not for real anyway. It wouldn't be because of the pain, I'm not scared of the pressure of the air hitting me or the splat on the pavement at the bottom. It is because I could never go that way, being the only reason I broke a bone or stopped my breath. I could never kill myself, it's like putting on eyeliner, you're aiming this long sharp pencil towards your fragile eye and at any moment your hand could move and you could jab yourself right in the cornea. Now you're blind, which is why I don't wear makeup.
You see it coming and who in any state of mind would want to see death coming, even with a gun towards your head you close your eyes in fright to block the sight of pain, to hide the finger on the trigger so that you don't know when the small piece of metal is coming for you. So when I thought about it while leaning towards the view of the big buildings and busy streets and contemplated throwing myself over I wasn't even scared of the possibility, I knew it would never happen. Suicide wasn't common in the Capitol, how could it be? The people had everything they could have ever wanted, everything they needed was imported from the other districts and they were never short of supplies.
Sure I might have considered killing myself too if I looked as freakish and overdramatic as the residents in this big freakish overdramatic city but it wasn't me and it surely wasn't in my blood. At least, that's what I believed before I found myself here now listening to my sister proclaims her death wish to me. She was truly beautiful, too beautiful to want to die, with beauty like that you could have things delivered to your feet with a few eye blinks and a twirl of your hair. Her hair was darker than mine but still very red and she had my mother's eyes, while I was given my father's bright blue ones. She had this voice silkier than silver in its liquid form, the type of gray that glistened and it rang melodically when she spoke.
"You're insane." It was hard to take anything she was saying seriously, my voice was bored and not persuaded because I only hoped she was kidding.
"I'm serious, really serious! We can do it, it's stupid here and they're all horrible and you know it. They kill innocent people all the time and I'm not going to stay around, I don't even know why that old bastard has ruled this long." Even in whine her voice was so lovely my nerves didn't boil like they should have, she had the gift of tongue, she could convince you anything and you would believe it, every time.
"It's because he's weak, Lavinia, he's weak but he's got all these people making him strong, and they're all working out in his favor so could you shutup about this and stop being so unrealistic."
Her eyes grew wide and her lips puckered, "Atlas thought it was a good idea."
Suddenly the want to jump off of the balcony came over me again and my stomach felt a rush I couldn't put down. I could already feel the burn of flames from a fire that I knew wouldn't blow out. Atlas thought it was a good idea. If anything I wouldn't have expected that my older, much stronger and far wiser than any of the children my mother had bred; would agree to something as stupid as defying the Capitol. I wasn't grasping the idea of it and I honestly thought I was dreaming, which would have been a better fate if I had a choice because this was far more than real, this was serious.
They were going to run away, together, my successful brother and my shy sister, both smart and attractive and safe people were going to throw that away? Here in the Capitol you were safe, you had everything set out for you on a silver platter, including the option to spare your life with not competing in any cruel murdering games. They wanted to ruin that. I had more conviction in my own flesh in blood.
"Well he was wrong; it's stupid and get it out of your thoughts. If mom heard any talk of that she'd blow her head." Maybe that was a good choice, mentioning my poor old mother, surely the two didn't plan on telling her of any of this preposterousness.
"It's not stupid! It's necessary. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life under this tyranny? I'd rather die." She lied, she was just like me.
"Haven't you even thought about the consequences? What if you get caught Lavinia? You'd be better off dead now than letting the big bad wolf do it." And suddenly I was nauseous and now even her pretty little voice couldn't calm my nerves, it was obvious this wasn't a gag and I had to play the older sibling role that I wasn't, but I found myself constantly having to be clever around my home for anything to work.
"We won't get caught."
My bed was comforting against my thin pajamas and I sat up to stare at her with all the intensity I could find in my body where normally I was the one that remained nonchalant in tough situations. "Are you serious? Or stupid? Or both?" all that had gone to hell, "You don't have to get caught for things to happen Lavinia! What about dad? He's can't even walk and you're planning on running away? And taking Atlas with you? You're leaving us all here to die; because we will die oh he'll make sure of it. We'll be lucky to get shipped off to another district if he doesn't have our heads!" saying his name was never necessary, we had enough conversations about him already to know who we were referring to. An old white haired man on a pedestal that smelled of blood and roses and dressed in white like snow, he was as cold as his name, and that was about as deep as it got.
I could not tell if I had hurt her or finally got the letter through but she looked at me with her same deer eyes spaced out long and opened wide. I hoped it finally settled in and she became cognizant of the danger she was putting our family in while we were about as safe and comfortable as we could get in the society. Running away, she was setting us up for death and herself up for failure, she was crazy.
It was a different kind of crazy though, the crazy that swam from ambition and danced through the face of fear, the type of crazy that rose from justice and hoped for gain, that was the type of crazy my sister was when she planned to run away. She was completely insane but maybe I was wrong and just scared to see death look me in the eye while I couldn't blink, I was selfish but she was senseless and it was hard to see the difference.
"We're leaving tomorrow, with or without you." I had never heard her voice to stern, and I still believed her.
In a couple of hours I would wake up to a letter placed on my old oak dresser passed down from my grandmother, and with my mother dripping tears at the table. In a few weeks I would get banished to District 5 with a guaranteed spot in the 74th Annual Hunger Games in revenge of my sister and brother's rebellious escape. In a few months I would never be able to hear my sisters sweet musical voice while conscious, but as for tonight all I could do was close my eyes and say my prayers under my soft bed sheets and hope that my death is the most silent incognito passing there could be.
Yeah so basically Lavinia and Foxface were sisters and the boy that died when Lavinia was captured is their brother, and when President Snow found out he forced Foxface to participate in the Hunger Games and stuff so yeah I tried to do some foreshadow on the whole berries thing I hope this isn't too far fetched, but then again it wouldn't be fanfiction if it wasn't xD R&R
-Chelsea
