I own nothing except my original characters
I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens.
- Virginia Woolf
I am frozen….Yet heat causes my vision to swim and the world to twirl around me as if the very act could blur the lines of reality and relinquish me from the grasp of my horrible reality.
My vision darkens around the edges becoming more and more prominent with each pirouette of the world on its axis.
But like all good things it had to come to an end as I was roughly introduced back into realty
"Katherine Snow" the voice boomed amplified by the microphone and murmured by the hordes of people surrounding me, their eyes searching, prying yet completely glossing over me. Giant rough hands closed over my shoulders warming my too cold skin the embedded scent of salt and something unique almost like a woodsy earthy scent but there was a edge of cinnamon that made her feel dizzy all over again. Feeling myself being guided I twisted my head trying to identify my guide catch a glimpse of bronze hair and uniquely ocean colored eyes. Of course… it was the infamous Finnick Odair the flirt of the Capital and a ridiculously expensive prostitute. Of course having undergone strenuous training for the greater part of my life I never really had time for boys and I certainly have never had socialized with them outside of social events my grandfather had organized my only fond memories of boys where before my mother's death when I played with my neighbors twin sons and back then I was too young to know what attraction was or felt like. So in very simple terms I have never even kissed a guy so of course Finnick Odair would leave me reeling.
I went up the steps to the stage the spotlight fixated on me once the camera crew spotted me showing me on the big screens mounted throughout the pavilion and I finally got a good look at myself. My outfit and my makeup was perfect thanks to the prep team and the end result made me look effortlessly beautiful. Not only that I looked strong and indifferent completely unperturbed to what was going on around me and the possibility of my impending death the only clue in of my whirlwind feelings in the pale green tinge that plagued my deathly pale face and the fact that my palms where sweating and the tendrils of hair at the nape of my neck where plastered to my skin. President Coin grinned maliciously as I took my place next to the other tributes, almost all the district born people in the crowd screaming there asset where in comparison the minority of the group, the capital bred people looked horror struck screaming there terror and trying to fight their way to the stage, the ones whose children where currently standing beside me where easily identifiable by their heartbreaking sobs and some of them where just standing there dazed and confused trying to come to terms with the horrifying reality that there sheltered children had just been handed silver platter and all.
Above the thundering roar of thousands of voices I heard President Coin speaking loud and clear doubly amplified now to clear the escalating noise. "Tomorrow will be the interviews as there will be no chariot rides and I am pleased to announce that are very own Finnick Odair with be hosting the interviews" A chorus of cheers floated up to the stage at this remark "then the next day will be the training and the day after that the evaluation and the scoring and then finally we will start the games!" the roar of the crowd had quieted so quickly that it was almost like somebody had flipped a switch Coin cleared her throat very officially. "Can the tributes now follow me" as me and the remaining tributes filed off of the stage to roar faded so It was just background noise we were herded into small sterile room that reminded me of the room where I saw the man hung and broken, the same room that was so important to the rebels. I was suddenly bumped into by a young girl no older than 13 struggling to maintain her balance in ridiculously tall high heels and sob uncontrollably at the same time. As I looked around I realized I was the only one that hadn't shed a tear and one of only a few people who weren't breaking down on the spot. An older boy realized this and angrily wiped away his tears his fear transforming into misdirected self-righteous anger. "Aren't you even upset" he exclaimed angrily drawing the attention from our fellow tributes. I gave him a tight smile "well at least you have a chance, I mean my last name basically guarantees that I'm not coming out of there alive" I laughed dryly at the last part using my coldest most sarcastic voice "I mean hell she didn't even pull my name out by chance she pulled it out of a shiny freaking box" I think my lack of emotion scared the poor kids because they simply left me alone after that. But it took me a while to process the truth of what had just come out of my mouth.
I wasn't coming out of this area alive
Any requests for scenes and I need some ideas for the arena
Also reviews are like arrows into the heart of Pr. Coin and they double as sugar cubes for Finnick
