Please Send All Complaints to the Office of President Snow
Whoops my hand slipped. Damn you plot bunnies.
Double posting cause this is so short.
Tributes. Players in a game of what should be named a sacrifice. This sacrificial gathering of what is the saddest part of the year is ironically noted as being called the Hunger Games.
These words have been ranted and repeated each year to the one known as Lux Galloway. Not that she ever really listened, or cared.
Her hatred of the capitol wasn't legendary or great. It wasn't more than any other average citizen with slight feelings of discontent. It isn't because she hasn't seen the same horrors of others who quietly whisper to each other of the tyranny of all capitol citizens, of how they treat the death of every district citizen as some kind of joking spectacle that is something to be laughed at.
It's not that she likes it. She just doesn't care enough, isn't determined enough to want to join in on the whispers to help others thrown to the ground and practically spit on. It isn't because she is afraid. She has enough bravery to fight against things she gives the personal effort or care to try to stop.
At least if she wasn't brave her reasons wouldn't be so... almost horrifying to hear.
But the capitol has never singled out or wronged her in any personal way. Her parents died quietly of a sickness that went around District three when she was nine. The capitol didn't cause this. The capitol didn't send her and her two year old sister to one of the only orphanages in the district. Two of the worst events in her life were not the capitol's fault. So she never had any true reason to feel anger or rage against the capitol citizens.
Until one day, she did.
"And the tribute for the girls: Lux Galloway!"