Escort Rhoxi
I sit quietly on my wheelchair and look at the crowd while the mayor is reading out the peace treaty, All the people I see are pretty and handsome and muscular but when I stare into there eyes they have no expression, almost like they are soulless then I suddenly realise, this why they call this place the deadly doll district, a place where everyone is pretty but really that's not the person inside.
I realise that its time to draw the names I push the squeaky wheels on my chair to the girls bowl
My 20 year old fingers grasp the slip and I see a volunteer emerging, her deep brown eyes don't even seem to show emotion and her short dead-looking hair just match her eyes she comes to the stage and says "I am Alana Green I am 18 years of age, that is all you need to know." Then I say "Well aren't you a pretty one!" She smiles and I wheel over to the boys bowl I pull out a slip and before I know it Jet Star the 18 year old is up on stage, Oh my gosh. Not jet star, He murdered his sister at 8 Oh my gosh I can't give him any sponsor gifts! He just looks at the audience giving a ghastly grin then he turns his Murderer grey eyes to me with his short blond hair giving me the idea that even if he would be a victor, the trauma wouldn't affect him at all I make them shake hands and each soulless eye stares into each other and it starts creeping me out so I ask them to make there way to the car and I get out ofmy wheelchair to sit in the car on the left front seat (A/N I am from britan so the wheel is on the front right seat for me so everything in this is going to be for the british layout) and I get someone to put my wheelchair in the back and we drive off to the train station with Alana muttering something about weak or inferior Oh oh oh I'm going to have a bad time deciding who to deprive of sponsor gifts at this rate