Astrid Stone
District 1 Female
17 years old.
I've got fire for a heart
I'm not scared of the dark
You've never seen it look so easy
I got a river for a soul
And baby you're a boat
"Whoever tried to bring me down was already below me."
Ever since I was a child, they told me to trust my instinct. That's what I based my life off of. A gut feeling. Some say it's the coward's way, but I know it means i'm careful, and strong. Not weak, because in the game's, weakness isn't an option. It will never be an option.
With a flick of my wrist, I swipe my brown waves of hair over my shoulder and pin half back with a bobby pin. It's difficult as I have such thick hair, but I've gotten used to it. It's the worst in the summer though. Ever since I was a child, my appearance had stood out from District 1. Most here have blonde hair and green eyes, but I have chocolate brown hair and coal grey eyes. I look like I could be from District 2 or 12. But as far as I know, my family has no relations from there. With the side that was left down, I braid my hair in a simple style. Just like everyday.
My Reaping outfit has been the same for 2 years. A knee-length black dress made of corduroy and my leather boots. I didn't look bad supposedly, just a little rough around the edges.
District 1 always announced the chosen volunteer on the day of the Reaping. So I didn't know who was going in. I suppose it was to protect people from being injured out of jealously. But maybe it would be safer so they could prepare themselves mentally.
My parents were out of sight, and usually they were out early in the mornings. My father was a factory manager, but really he was probably off with his girlfriend. And yes, my parents are still married. My mother didn't know, and I couldn't muster up enough courage to tell her.
I was afraid what would happen to my family. To my brother. To the life I had known for 17 years.
I wasn't going to lose that. Not because of my fault at least.
But here I was, going to a place that would take that from me. And partially, it would be my fault.
When I arrive at the training center, a small crowd is already around one of the wrestling mats. On the mat is the blonde head-master, Esten Schreave stood stiff as ever.
"Hello Students. As you all know, we are announcing the male and female volunteers. We all also know, that if you decide to volunteer, you will not receive any sponsor gifts from our District and no help through your mentor."
The crowd was silent.
"So without further ado, the female volunteer is… Astrid Scarlett Stone."
Starlye Raptor
District 2 Male
18 Years Old.
Just a young gun with a quick fuse
I was uptight, wanna let loose
I was dreaming of bigger things
And wanna leave my own life behind
"Silence is a source of great strength."
I'm used to being restrained. Always binded to a pristine bed in a hospital. I wake up almost everyday like that. Scream a soundless scream. It's happened since I was 5.
I got in a car accident that somehow severed by vocal cords. They have performed surgeries, tried to fix me, but it has all been useless. None of them have done anything worthwhile. I can't speak. I'm completely mute. Well… I was. I can croak out a few words. But it hurts, and they are completely useless words. What use can the word games, and fight use when you are trying to introduce yourself.
Today, I wake up again in the mental institute. Except i'm not binded. I move my arms in front of my face to see them. Smooth and perfect. Unlike my insides.
The surgeries have at least made me strong. They had to insert special food into me as eating was hard when I was younger, and since I spent all my time in bed, they did something to make me not look hollow and skinny as a stick.
I am quite handsome per say, but I could be a thousand times more attractive if I was allowed to train. And now, it was my last year the academy was even open. And the last year I was even eligible to go into the games. I was allowed to go to the Reapings, as I wasn't on death's door. And my name is in the bowl. They just never thought I would be picked.
But sometimes I wanted to be picked.
Even if I died, I would get to see the outside. My father and older sister died in the crash, and I never knew my mother. She left when I was a baby.
I just have my younger sister now. She visits everyday, and lives in the community home. I heard they are good to her. District 1 probably is the best place for orphans to live. They say, when my sister gets married and has a home, she will be specially trained to care for me, and I can live with her. She is 16 right now, and is deemed to get married at about 20. Her training will take a year, but a special aid will live with us until she can manage it. I love my sister. Her name is Valkyrie. She's beautiful, I just wish I could tell her. Her hair is a pale blonde color, and her eyes the color of emeralds. She was said to look like my mother. At least, that's what my father said before he died. Valkyrie was in the car crash to. But lucky for her, she was in the back seat and only left with a broken leg, and a damaged soul.
If she was Reaped, I don't know what I would do. At least the orphanage won't let her train so she won't ever be forced to volunteer.
A small hand pushes my mop of black curls from my eye. My father hailed from District 2, giving me my grey eyed and black haired appearance. But my mother was a model from the Capitol, as lovely as a flower, beautiful.
"How do you feel?" A small voice says as my sister's green eyes lock with my stormy grey ones.
I nod. Showing I am okay.
But I wasn't. I was tired of being trapped in this room.
I wanted to be free. Or as free as I could. And that, was in the arena.
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