The Hunger Games - Being an Escort

by Eating You Is Pleasure

Iridium is an escort for D3. Although she is happy that she was promoted from D8, The Hunger Games are despised by her now. After 2 children from 3 die horribly, she changes her thoughts about the 73rd Annual Hunger Games.

I step up to the stage. How exciting! I've been chosen to reap District 3 today! I got a promotion from 8, that stupid district where all the kids wore rags and were starving.

"Welcome! Welcome to the 73rd annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor!"
I shall introduce myself, shouldn't I? I'm Iridiam Fayre, escort of District 3. Not much else.

"Now! For the ladies, we have..." I pull a name out and the 12 year old closest to the stage sees the name. Her's, I think. Dahlia Cringe. Oh, I can't let her. She sees me about to read the name and tears well in her eyes. No. I pretend to accidentally drop the name in the glass bowl. "Well, I suppose we will be saving one girl's life. I can't remember anything of her name, but it started with a D..."
She looks at me and mouths "Thank you" to me. I look knowingly at her.
"For the girls, we have - Circuita Wireman!" A girl stalks up, I think she's 15 or 16. Better her than Dahlia. "And for the boys - Tevvae Millar!" A 12 year old cries. "Tevvae!" He screams "Please - someone! Volunteer! Not him. Not him!" He lets out a deafening screech. I breathe it past. "Tevvae Millar and Circuita Wireman! From District 3, everybody!" I lead them to the Justice Building and take a swig of vodka and throw myself onto the couch for the next hour, thinking,"I hate this. Why am I doing this?" Oh, yes. Because I have to repay the Capitol for my suggesting involvement in the failed uprising. It wasn't me. I hate the Hunger Games. The odds are in no one's favor here.