District 3:
Kallina 'Kalli' Censura's point of view.
The crack of bones slithers their way into my ears as I bring down my fist again. My hands are covered in slick metallic blood; no sixteen year old girl's hands should look this way. The older boy beneath me coughs up blood causing deep scarlet droplets to rain down on his chin. How dare he think he can insult my sister and get away with it. I raise my fist again, but I feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around my stomach and pull me away.
"Let me go!" I yell out as I struggle to turn around to see who interrupted my next punch.
"Kalli, will you just calm down. Come with me and we can talk about this before you get yourself into trouble," The voice of my best friend Celesta enters my ears. I instantly stop struggling and stand up straight. I remain quiet as I walk next to her trying to regain control of the anger that continues to intertwine its way through my veins.
"Are you going to start talking anytime soon?" Celesta asks me. Her long red hair bounces around as we walk into her house. She has always had the habit of know exactly what is wrong with me. Sometimes this gets on my nerves, but I wouldn't be able to keep anything from her in the first place. She didn't have to be there to know exactly what the fight was about.
"I need to wash my hands," I say flatly as I look down at the scarlet that has caked my hands. This is not the first time I have been in a fight and I know it will not be the last. My fights are always brought on for the same reason. You think people would learn not to insult my deceased sister while I am present.
Celesta brings me to the bathroom and leaves me alone to clean up. I watch as the water swirls down the drain first a dark scarlet then it slowly turns clear again. My anger is similar to the water; how bright it burns then quickly changes as it melts away.
I walk into Celesta's room and flop down on her bed staring up at the ceiling.
"You ready to talk yet?" She asks me as she brushes out her long hair as she gets ready for the reapings that are to take place in an hour.
"He insulted Alyissa. He said she was weak for allying with a twelve year old. He said she never stood a chance of winning in the first place," I close my eyes as grief slowly washes over me. It has been two years since my sister was reaped and lost her life playing in the Capitol's games. I can still remember the panic that washed over me when her name was called. I was only thirteen at the time and I had to be held back by Peacekeepers when I tried to rush to her side. I remember her wiping away my tears as we sat in the Justice Building. She promised to make it home to me, but she wasn't able to keep her promise. The careers got the best of her; which explains my hatred towards them.
"You need to stop listening to what other people say. You're sister died with honor; that's something you should be proud of. Now come on we need to finish getting ready."
I pull on my shorts along with a white string tank top and observe my reflection closely in the mirror. I put my dark red hair up with the silver butterfly clip that belonged to my sister. It is the only piece of her that I have left. After she died my parents got rid of most of her stuff thinking that would be the easiest way to approach the situation. The death of my sister didn't affect my parents as much as it did me. My mother being a victor always wanted her children to follow in her footsteps. I resent her for encouraging the games. I resent my father for allowing her to think that way.
"You're hair looks really pretty pulled back like that. You should wear it like that more often," Celesta forces a small smile as she tries to keep the mood light.
We head towards the town square and a million ideas seem to rush across my mind. However I keep my face an unreadable mask. The only one who has ever been able to see past this facade is Celesta. We both sign in and wait in the sixteen year old section. I close my eyes briefly as the images in my mind waver. Ever since my sister's death I have been plagued by the haunting images of the careers drawing out every possible scream from her lungs. I keep my fists clenched as I try to fight the images that threaten to spill over my vision.
I can't be weak; I can't let them take such a toll on my life anymore. I barely even hear our escort drone on about the history of Panem as the image of my sister laying in the grass her throat slit open in a red smile creeps its way into my mind. I gasp out and can hear Celesta trying to calm me down, but she sounds so distant.
That's when I hear our escort ask if anyone wants the honor of stepping forward and volunteering as the female tribute. This is when I know what I have to do. I run past everyone and yell out, "I VOLUNTEER!"
The images of my sister quickly melt away as I walk onto the stage. What possessed me to scream out those words? That is easily answered; I am doing this is avenge my sister. Those careers won't be safe as long as I am still breathing. My dark red hair blows around in the soft breeze as I stare out into the crowd of people, "My name is Kallina Censura." And I am here out of revenge and revenge alone.
Benji Jenkins point of view.
I strut towards the town square and run my hand through my black hair. I wink to a few girls as I sign myself in and they just look at me in disgust.
"Oh, come on ladies I know you want this," I say to them as I blow them a kiss. As much as everyone seems to dislike me I know their all just hiding just how much they really love me. I'm Benji Jenkins and every girl wants me and every guy wishes they could be me.
I make my way towards the seventeen year old section and turn to a tall blonde that walks past me, "Lets commit the perfect crime: I'll steal you're heart and you'll steal mine." She looks completely unamused at what I think is a clever pick up line and snorts as she walks away. She'll be back; I know she will be.
Everyone avoids me as I take my place and wait for the names to be called. I won't be reaped; I'm too awesome to be placed in the Games. I watch as a girl runs forward to volunteer, why people volunteer is beyond me. The only reason I would want to be in the Games is because all the eyes of Panem will be on me. Everyone will get to be graced by knowing my name. I observe my reflection in a puddle when I hear my name being called out, "The male tribute for District 3 is Benji Jenkins!"
Wait there is no way I heard that correctly. I dramatically place my hand over my forehead and gasp. I don't move from my place and have to be pushed up towards the stage. There are so many more people that would be better suited for this role. Then another thought creeps across my mind as I glance at Kallina. Maybe I can have a little fun before the games even have to start. I reach out my hand to shake hers and she just shakes her head.
"I don't trust anyone, so don't bother asking to form an alliance with me," She says coldly. I shrug off her hostility and turn back out to face the crowd. I wave to the cameras as I am led to the Justice Building. I might as well enjoy all the attention while I can.
So let me know what you think of the District 3 tributes! I know the males point of view was short, but I had a difficult time coming up with anything for him..Now make sure you review and here's your trivia question!
What does Haymitch tell Peeta and Katniss to do once the 60 seconds are up and the gong sounds announcing the start of the games?
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