Crazy Trivia, which is worth 35 points. Who are the two dead rebellion lovebirds?
District five:
Lollila 'Lolli' Saven. 14
I lay in bed, marveling at how my wavy dark blonde hair mages to splay out like that in my sleep. Then reality hits- Its reaping day.
But with something terrible like this happening, the large, grey power plant off to the left of our small house, which is white like most of District five has given all workers ages 12-18 the day off, for the reapings. And then once again, I begin to worry about my appearance. I was lanky to the point of awkwardness and my chest was so small, I could barely wear a strapless dress without it falling off of my stick-thin frame. I roll over on my lumpy mattress and glare at my clock which read, almost cheerfully '4:28 A.M' With a back-cracking stretch, I roll off my bed and straighten my long legs to peer into my closet and get ready for, what Koralie calls 'An absolutely crappy day' I smirk at the thought and pull a lumpy green thing that my father had threw at my head in the middle of a drunken rage while my mother had escaped into the bathroom, she was just too sweet. Always thinking about her family, but my father had to ruin it, spending our money on liquor and petty things- Shutup. I chide myself, almost cheerily as I pull the green dress over my head and feeling the creamy lace collar brushing my collarbone and the lace transfusing into a lumpy material that cuts off slantwise against my knees.
I pull a brush through my shoulder-length curls and then browse my small collection of books for an old one called 'Dracula' I adore it and have read it so many times, I find comfort in the strange style of writing. I flip to the 69'Th page, something exciting is always on the 69'Th page...
Never mind, I was wrong, I think it was the most boring page in the whole book...
I throw down my book and barrel into the kitchen to quickly devour an apple and some grey crackers.
I proceed to chug some orange juice from the carton and go and wake up Cane before deciding against it and sit down in front of his bed, and a small bile thought pops up out of nowhere, Hey, why not scare him awake? And I agree before picking up one of his many pillows, I take a sidelong glance at the clock '5:51' and then I throw the pillow at Cane's peaceful, dark head that looks so much like our horrible, cruel father "Cane! Cane! Wake up!" I cry and he bolts upright, his wide dark eyes widening in fear and I bolt, trying to mask my snicker as he cries out and leaps out of bed, moving out of his room as fast as his seven-year old legs would take him, and then he spots me and his chubby face twists into a scowl and he turns to tattle on me, but I was already in my room and feeling terrible and giddy at the same time, I'll apologise to him later, I decide finally and dive into a new novel Jace had found for me, it was a bit torn and smelled of fish, but I still wanted to read 'Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix'
"Lolli, hunny wake up!" I hear my mother's hazy voice and I slowly rub my eyes, "Hmm..?" I say sleepily and sit up, hearing my father's wakeup call "Get up! Get up, you insolent child!" And then a tone softer "Cane! Giddy on up!"
I leap off my bed, were I must have fallen asleep on the fourth chapter of my book, and I lace up my black leather thigh-high boots on and boot it out the door, catching a brief glimpse of my little brother, who scowled as soon as he saw me exciting through the back door.
I scrambled through spotless and dull district five too catch up to Jace and Koralie, who were laughing at a cloud in the vivid blue sky- The only non-dull thing around here, well, other than the 'Capitolians' with they're strange sense of fashion. A latch a hand on either of my friend's shoulders, they both jumped and made a little scream noise and turned to look at me before Koralie burst out laughing, her light brown hair bouncing around her face as she laughed, which caused me to laugh along with her and Jace laughed a bit awkwardly and ran his hand through his shaggy blonde hair. As our random bout of laughter faded, we all walked in a bit of silence before Koralie piped up, "Sooo... What's new?" I snort a bit as her conversational skills never cease to amaze me, "Well, for starters, I learned you advice was totally, utterly and completely wrong," The two look up, Jace's eyes were twinkling with laughter as I continue, "Something exciting doesn't really happen on page sixty-nine!" A derisive snort of laughter from Koralie later and one of Jace's sarcastic comments later, we were in the square, we have our finger's pricked and are sent our separate ways, me off with fourteen year olds, Koralie off with the fifteen year olds and Jace away with the fifteen year olds as well.
A few minutes later, a woman dressed in neon yellow stalks up to the stage, her face twisted in a scowl, her yellow eyebrows knit together and her yellow lips turned down.
" Hi, welcome to the Hunger games, my name is Sky and yadada..." She immediately flicks her small hands, tipped with five-inch yellow acrylics towards Canai, our mentor, well one of the three. Canai, Joshua and Augustus- Augustus was probably too drunk to remember his own name, and Joshua was probably doing something real nasty with his wife, Samantha. So little thirteen year old Canai was stuck with mentoring kids who were probably older than her, I could see her comically red hair bobbing up and down from her snickers.
" So, ya, you guys were bad and you Capitol freaking crushed you like a bug!" Sky clapped her hands together and actually skipped the video thing and pulled a slip of paper from the girls bowl, not even giving us time to hold our breaths before she announced in her bored, nasally voice, "Lollila Saven." She says, and then her face actually breaks out in a grin as she begins to bob to an unknown beat.
My breath catches in my throat and I feel like curling up in a ball and bawling my eyes out- But I don't I walk up to the stage and put a brave face on, which I bet looked like a grimace of pain, but it felt like somebody was physically sitting on my chest, constricting my lungs.
A as I reach the stage, Sky's scowl was on her face once more as she dunked her hand in the boys bowl and announced the tribute, I didn't pay attention, everything was going in slow motion around me, I could see the devastated look on Jace's face, it looked like Koralie was about to break down, and I could see my mother, crying into my father's shoulder, he was sober. I smiled a bit, but then time sped up again as Sky was pushing us away from everyone and into the goodbyes room.
As soon as I sit down, my family bustles in, Cane was sobbing into his father's arms, my father was looking tense and weary, the look he gets before getting drunk and my mother was sobbing, gut-wrenching sounds that made me wrap my arms around her shuddering form, my mother looked like me, except she had a larger chest and was a bit bigger boned than me.
But nothing mattered as we all hugged and everyone accept my father, who stood towards the back of the room.
Three minutes passed by in a flurry of tears, hugs and brief, comforting words, and as Cane was being pulled out of the room he said, "Sissy, I forgive you." And then they were gone, as I watched them go, tears burned the back of my throat, but I knew I had to keep it cool, I did not want to look like a sniveling idiot in front of Jace, when his muscular form barrels through the door and then Koralie follows, her sobs almost as gut wrenching as my mother's, but on a deeper, more personal level.
Jace quickly grabs my thin shoulders and he stares into my eyes, I'm so entranced I don't even notice the tears leaking down his face, and I felt the words aching on the tip of my tongue, but before I can say anything, we are all hugging and I feel something in me break and we're all holding each other, trying to wipe tears away at the same time and not bothering about stepping on each other's toes or anything like we normally did, but as the thick, oak door creaked open, a white-clad peacekeeper was about to escort them out and she saw our state, mussed hair, mingled tears and mournful eyes, he backed away and said in a low, gruff voice "One more minute. Sixty... Fifty nine..." The peacekeeper backed out, still counting as we all hurriedly wiped the others tears away, or, in Koralie's case, helped each other straighten up our hair, but our last farewell time ended and right before they left, Koralie and Jace both pushed a bronze wire ring with a green gem on the center, and right before my two best friends left, Koralie cried out, "I better see that ring again! But on your living, pale fingers. Got it?" I nod, almost in a daze as Jace adds slowly, "I'm going to miss you, Lolli." But then the peacekeeper interrupted us and dragged them away with surprising strength, and as I sat there, trying to slow my breathing and figure out what I was going to do with myself, I still have twenty freaking minutes left, for crying out loud!
And just as I felt that nobody was going to be visiting me, when Tally and her cronies appear in the doorway, Tally looking as rat-face as ever and her cronies, Helga and Greta, both meaty girls with greasy black hair pulled away from they're pudgy faces, Helga was eying me with her little brown pig-eyes and Greta had her smirk on- which normally looked like a feral animal snarling at you, thin lips, pulled back across her large, yellow horse-teeth and her flat nose managing to look like a snout. But as I look back to Tally, I noticed her coarse dark hair was pulled back in an awkward imitation of a twist and her pale rat eyes had several layers of eye liner and I almost smiled at the thought of her stressing over how hard her hair was to work with, or how she kept getting makeup in her eyes. But my amusing thoughts where cut short by Tally's high, breathy voice, "You know, I was going to volunteer for you," Her cronies smirk to each other and Tally's voice dripped with malice, "But I decided it would be more fun watching you die in the arena." They all smile and laugh at me and then Tally flutters her sour-milk coloured fingers at me and giggled, a high-pitch, scratchy noise, "Kay, bye now!" She fled out of the room, cackling in glee and I could barely make out Helga and Greta's barking laughter and Tally's own squeaky one.
I sigh and realise that Tally was just trying to get to me, and that she was my final visitor, too, I wished I could've saw Stweek, my extremely fluffy black and white kitty cat. But it was too late now, and I settle back down into my chair and begin to marvel over the small ring that fit perfectly on my pinky, so, instead of crying over my retched luck, I slide the ring on and lean against my chair, a smile playing along my dark pink lips.
Dako Tacody. 15
Ugh...
I groan mentally, squirming around in my white button down shirt and itchy black slacks, why did my mom send me out in this? I don't know but her mysterious illness seems to have abated for a little while, because I noticed that sad little shuffle in her step was gone and her yellowish skin had been given some of its colour back. And even though dad and I couldn't get her out of the house due to 'A very sad time' Which hurts Cassidy's fragile heart, so we agreed to let her stay with dad, and just as I was bounding out the door, I saw a bobbing blonde head coming up to me. Kassina. I try to dodge her oncoming arrival by ducking behind one of district five's spotless, squat buildings, but I think I was either a fraction of a millisecond too slow, or Kassina's large blue eyes could see through thick, white concrete, I peek out from behind the wall and see her bounding up to me in what seemed like an extremely tight dress that was very short and so low-cut I felt my pale cheeks flush. And then she giggled that bitchy-ditzy giggle that seemed to get all guys falling over her, but she was my cousin! And she still tries to hook up with me, I sometimes wonder if all blonde girls are idiots like her.
The walk to the oval center, with white marble tiles was the longest in my life, all Kassina would talk about was how the girls in her class where doing this and that with guys and other girls and I think I heard something about a horse, too. But I wasn't paying attention because I ran ahead of her to have my blood drawn and then I head off to the section with probably 100 other fifteen year olds like me, I run a hand through my spiky, light blonde hair and eye Kassina having a very animated conversation with a guy, who seemed to only nod and follow her chest with his eyes, her pink dress sparkled in the sunlight and I pulled my eyes away to hear an introductory sentence from our new escort, Sky. Her skirts shone the light out and I examined her face, like how I study medicines for my mom. I concluded that Sky could be considered pretty, just as she concluded with drawing the girls name and a very skinny, long-legged girl who had lovely wavy blonde hair and frightened large green eyes that looked around the stage in a daze, then in a matter of seconds, Sky had traversed the stage and was drawing a boy's name, "Dako Tacody!" I suddenly felt weak and unable to process the thought that I am being sent into an arena to fight to my death and one kid left standing. I suddenly wish the capitol children still had to endure this. But with a shaky march up to the white-washed stage I don't remember it, but I notice my fairly pale hand shoved into the hand of the other girl... What's her name...?
But before that even registers in my slow brain, I am stuffed into the room, commonly known as The Goodbye Room. And as I sat there, fiddling with a button I found in my pocket when Heo tumbled in, his stubbly brown hair bristling as he pointed a finger at me, "W-what was that for?" I could see his innocent brown eyes brimming with tears at my departure, most people called us weird and hated on us, nobody really likes me, on a scale of one to ten, and I would have to be a five. Not popular enough to fit in, but not weird enough to be picked on. Heo on the other hand was probably a two- he was bullied by the ten's and even though they have lightened up on him when I'm around, I'm still kind of scared what will happen while I'm gone, probably for good...
"Time's up!" Chirped a very un-peacekeeper like voice as a woman entered and read from a list that seemed to be barely longer than a few centimetres. I was eying the envelope curiously with my averagely sized blue-green eyes when the woman spoke up with a dainty little cough. Hem, hem. "I sadly inform you that your mother, Cassidy Tacody has passed away approximately six minutes prior." I felt my long held-in tears in my eyes. "H-how could she!" Heo and I both yell at the same time, I had just realised that he hadn't already left and the woman who gave me my heart-breaking news glared at him "I said Time's up!" Heo cried out as if her venomous words had stung him and he hugged me once, twice, and on the third time he cried gently "I want you to win. I need you to win." And then Heo disappeared out of the thick door and I settled on the plush Victorian couch, trying to keep myself under control as the grey-haired woman continued the small letter, "For the next fifteen minutes, your father and you shall be granted grieving time." And the woman added as if an afterthought, "In this room, only."
Dad and I had cried for a time until he stilled suddenly and dropped a whale bone bracelet in my hand, my mother's favourite accessory.
"She wanted you to have it, but-but she couldn't give it to y-you." My father stuttered out, his face was shadowy and he rested his large hand over mine, "Your mother, we found out what it was. Radiation." My face fell as I remembered all of the effects, increased aging, yellowing of the skin...
I dropped my head in my hands as I realised I was just too stubborn to realise it, my mother, my mother had radiation poisoning and died. Because I hadn't found a cure.
"I will bury you next to her, son." That was it? My strong father, who was always optimistic, was... Giving up on me?
Just like that, Moren Tacody had given up on his fifteen year old son, and if I died now, he would have no one.
And just like that, I had resolved to fight, for my father. For Heo. And for my mother.
A/N: Wow... That sure took a while, but I'm pretty proud of it, don't you agree?
3,166 words! I can't believe it! This is my longest chapter yet! And I know I sort of left a bit of mystery, but I have to, or else I can't slowly unravel they're past.
Well...
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