Trinet Bloyce:

I heard they're announcing the twist today. I'm quite scared. Whenever there's a twist, it hurts more. More deaths, maybe, or even more bloodbaths. But I guess that's what most of the viewers want. Bloodshed and murder. But, being 15, that's quite a young age to die. Even so, the twelve year old tribute this year, she's young. Everyone deserves to live at least, not during youth.
"Trinet, dear, you need to put this on. Quick, you'll be on the chariots soon enough. District 4 is on 4th, of course." Traie informs. She shoves a bluish fabric into my hands, and I unfold it and spread it out on the ground to examine what it looks like. It's a blue robe, covered in bright green strips, located and wrapped around the arms, hem, and the neck area. The wrap around the ourfit, but then they dangle down because the ends aren't attached to the fabric. Seaweed, maybe? But then I notice something about the blue fabric it's made out of. It shimmers in the light, looking as if it's ripples in the water. I tilt my head right to left, making the fabric do it's magic illusions on my eyes.
"Uhhh...what are you doing?" A feminine voice asks me. I whip my head around to notice that Mallie, the career from District One, in fact asked me that question. I have to look up at her since she's so much taller than I am, I'm guessing she's about 17.
"I'm...looking at my chariot outfit." I explain. I must look like a weirdo tilting my head from side to side like that. I scold myself in my head to never to do that again.
"Nice. But I bet it can't beat how awesome mine looks!" She bets with a smirk. Her straight blonde hair is braided from both sides, then meet at the back were it's tied into a ponytail. She twirls around, and the white dress flows in the air. As it moves, sparkles appear out of nowhere. At first glance, it looks quite vintage. Luxury for district one. Of course. They get everything they want, really. Lucky them.
"I'm not interested in competition." I state. I'm really not looking to compete. It's bad enough for me that I'm here.
"Silent type, huh?" Mallie questions, her head slightly turned, as if she's looking out for someone. No one comes up to me and has a chat. It's not normal. To me, anyway.
"Okay, what do you want?" I know she's here to ask me a favour or something, so might as well get straight to the point. Let's face it, i'm not a very talkative person.
"You should join the careers. Our group. You'd be a perfect addition to the group." She explains, making gestures with her hands.
"What makes you think that?" I ask. I mean, I've never trained for the games, even if my Distroct provides some careers.
"A hunch."
"The real reason." I say sternly.
"Fine. We just need more people to take to the next level to get rid of some certain people first. Your the next best thing, so, yeah. Wanna join? First and last chance." I don't know what to say. Should I accept? I mean, a guy like me never gets asked to do anything...but then again, it could be a trick to get me vulnerable.
"Do I really have a choice?" I ask. Usually, the careers don't give people the choice.
"Hm...yeah. I guess so. But if you refuse..." She lowers her voice. "We'll be after you first of all." I see it now. She's threatening me. It looks like I really do have no choice. She lied. I wonder what else she'll lie about. This still could be a trap. She could just kill me in my sleep. Although, I'd be dead anyway. Plus, it's not as painful when I'm asleep. I know what to say now.
"Fine. I'm in. But since i'm part of your group now...who is it your going for? To take down first, I mean." I ask. I'm quite curious to this. But I hope I don't have to do the dirty work for them. I'll only kill if...if I am threatened, if they are trying to kill me.
"Emere."
"You mean her? My district partner? I don't think so. I've never seen her before the reaping." I look over at Emere. She's already changed, and her outfit is actually matching mine. The expression on her face...you can tell she doesn't like the dress. It's quite a tradition to make the district tributes match, I have no idea why, since there probably gonna try to kill each other anyway. Except for the fact that hers is a dress that ends at about her ankles. Her hair is a mess. She may be getting that done next.
"Yes, her. She's a threat. I heard that she's been secretly training."
"A secret career? No way." I shake my head as I say it.
"That's what I heard. Plus, it's happened before. You get more fame that way. For someone other than a career to win the games is always a surprise. I mean, District Twelve? No training ever. Only three victors ever. And two of them were from the same games. Pathetic." She says as she rolls her eyes. I gasp. I can't believe this.
"Two victors were allowed to win the games once?" I ask, my mouth gaping open.
"It was a scam. It's complicated, but only one of them was supposed to win. They even had to go into the games the next year after that."
"Was that the games the past victors had to go and compete in?" I knew about that. But I never watched it. At all. I try not to watch as much as possible. It'll just give me nightmares. But imagine what it would feel if you were a victor and you went through all that...I couldn't imagine.
"That's the one." She nods approvingly.
"Lucky them." I simply say.
"Do you even know what they had to go through afterwards? The Capitol hated them. They tried a rebellion to stop the games but they failed. One was even killed in the process." She explains thoroughly.
"Who?"
"Peeta Mellark. At the hands of President Snow."
"Oh...that...the president before the current one?"
"That's the one, of course!"
"Oh..."
"Disappointing, I know. But seriously, that's what they deserved."
"That's what you think they deserved? You really think that? No one deserves to die, especially at the hands of others. Evil people!" I yell. "No one should be here. And you, careers, think you're so cool and all and go out killing people to win a stupid game! Well, no one wants to play. We don't want to play. We're forced. Everything about Panem is not right. District Twelve is starving to death, while you, the LUXURY district, get almost anything you want! All the food you can eat, good houses, everything! Not just District Twelve, most districts, actually! How could you be like that! That's evil."
"Trinet!" Traie calls. "Why aren't you dressed yet?"
"I'm...sorry. I'll do that now." I scurry off, grabbing my outfit along the way to get ready. "And for the record, I'm out." I say to Mallie.
"You'll regret that." She clenches her fists and walks away.
"No I won't!" I retort back at her. Then I bring my voice back to a whisper to talk just to myself. "I hope I don't..." Then I go to get changed for our chariot ride. I hope I did the right thing...but something tells me I didn't...that it could have gone better...


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