The answer to my last trivia question was: He drank poison which resulted in mouth sores that leave the stench of blood.
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District 8:
Rylinn Abrith's point of view.
"Get back here Abrith!" The sound of my name being called out of a Peacekeeper's mouth is something that is not new to me.
The sound of my footsteps against the pavement blended with my even breathing is all I focus on. My dark hair flies out behind me in soft inky waves as the wind whips past me. All I can do is laugh as the shouts from the Peacekeepers grow farther away; I have never been caught once. It's not my fault that a sixteen year old girl can easily outrun a full grown man that is supposed to be fit. I mentally roll my eyes at the stupidity that are these people who are supposed to protect our country. If they can't handle a single female then how do they expect us to believe that they can handle anything?
"You guys should really cut back on the sweets then maybe one day you'll be able to catch me!" I call over my shoulder as I glance at the tall boy running next to me with a slight smirk on my face. Cain has been my partner in crime for as long as I can remember even though even he has the ability to get on my nerves.
We scale the side of a one story home and lay low along the roof tiles. The sun beats down on my back as I watch the Peacekeepers run right past our little hide out. Even from up here they look small; like tiny ants running around with their antenna's cut off with no sense of direction. I have to bite my lip to stifle the laughter from this mental image.
"What are you laughing at, or have you finally gone mad?" Cain turns to me with a raised eyebrow.
I quickly stop my pointless laughter and plaster my trade mark scowl on my face, "Only someone as mad as myself could have executed that prank flawlessly."
A small smile creeps across Cain's lips at my words, "How you got your hands on those fireworks I will never know."
I shrug lightly as I stand up wiping the dust off my shirt with no intentions of spilling my secrets to him. Where's the fun in life if you can't have a little mystery? I walk over to the edge of the roof and peer out over the District. It's not exactly what I would call a breath taking view, but it's still home. I have always walked these streets as if I owned them; nobody messes with Rylinn Abrith unless they are looking for trouble.
I crack my knuckles casually before I step over the ledge and land gracefully on the ground in a crouched position. I hear Cain land next to me, but don't pay much attention to him as I squint up at the sky at the sun gleaming in that soft blue canvas. I wonder if the sky always looks the same no matter where you go, or if it appears different in the eyes of another.
"You should probably head home to get ready for the reapings Ry," Cain's voice flits around me as I turn to him my gaze fixed on him in a steady glare.
"Don't tell me what to do Cain," I say this even though I know he is right, but I would never admit it. I have always hated being told what to do and that is not about to change anytime soon.
Before he can even respond I begin to walk away; my caramel figure fading further away into the distance in his eyes. I stalk silently along the alleyways sure to stay hidden from the prying eyes of any Peacekeepers who are lurking the streets. Most would be in the town square as the reapings are starting in less than half an hour, but I could care less.
I finally see my small home in the distance and make a final sprint towards it. I place my hand on the smooth surface of my home as I have done plenty of times before and easily slide the window to my bedroom open. I shimmy through the small open and land on the ground without disturbing the silence that creeps steadily through the walls.
I breathe out slowly as I approach my dresser. I make no efforts to dress myself up like some sort of show animal for the Capitol's enjoyment. I pull on a pair of tight black jeans and slide a simple grey shirt over my head with ease. The material clings to my smooth flesh as my eyes flicker in the faint light that drifts in through the window tainted with dust; with neglect. My eyes are a plain green, but appear almost cat like; always observing and filled with a fiery fierceness that not many can posses.
I slip back out my bedroom window not wanting to face my mother who I know would be waiting in the living room; the perfect place to intercept me and tell me everything that is wrong with me. In her eyes the only thing that should matter to a person is outward appearances. To believe that beauty is everything is foolish. Beauty can only get one so far; sheer determination and will power is something that is much dearer to me. I would rather have a mouth that is willing to speak its opinion than one that is smeared in lip gloss.
I shake my head at all the girls who have dressed themselves up to be "presentable" as I get myself signed in. The need to impress others seems pathetic in my eyes. Why should I change who I am to please others? I shove a few girls out of my way as I find my spot nestled among the other sixteen year old females in my District.
I turn everything off as our escort who is dressed grotesquely I might add takes the stage. I could care less about what these people have to say; can I even really classify them as people? They look so alien compared to the rest of us; something that doesn't seem to be from our world. I find myself picking at the dirt that has worked its way under my nails leaving dark stains on my fingers that my mother would surely frown upon as I hear something that steals my attention, "The female tribute for District 8 is Rylinn Abrith!"
The moment my name slams into my conscious I feel my anger begin to broil its way to the surface as my temper begins to show. That red hot anger coils its way around my veins making it possible for me to focus as I am shoved forwards; forced to play these Games I want no part of.
Shohn Vekriss's point of view.
I stare blankly up at the ceiling as the morning sun creeps its way into my room slicing apart the darkness that was once there. Another day that will seem to drag by; each minute seeming longer than the one before it. I take in a deep breath and blow out disturbing the air around me. I watch transfixed on the small particles of dust that seem to dance through the air.
I am almost jealous as they gently float back down coating the surface of the floor in a light grey dusting. How carefree they are; not a worry in the world. I trace delicate patterns into my bedding as I begin to count each second that ticks on by; one second, two seconds, three seconds. The seconds are never ending; they will never cease to exist until I finally release my hold on this life.
My eyes graze across my room where a fine coil of rope lays discarded on the floor. How easily I could take that thin rope and let it grasp around my flesh as I gasp for air. I close my eyes tightly and let memories of my family flood my mind; the only way I know how to block out these thoughts that try to creep their way it my mind. They slither their way through the crevices of my mind like a serpent bent on slowly drawing out its prey's death.
I gasp out lightly and quickly sit up. I run my hand through my short black hair with shaky hands. I take a few more moments to regain control of myself before I stand up. I slowly get myself ready as the fear for today's events begins to eat away at my insides. Eating away at my conscious like a wolf who hasn't tasted the sensation of blood dance across its tongue in days. I blink rapidly trying to rid the image of torn flesh filled with small maggots working their way through the mangled body of an animal's carcass from my mind.
I lean heavily against the wall as I walk downstairs feeling as if I am close to spilling over the edge. I wonder what would await me after I finally jumped over the edge. Would there be anything at all, or just a dark abyss threatening to crash down around me. As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs I see my twin sister Nattie and I can't stop the small smile that forces its way onto my features. The moments my normal straight lined mouth spreads into a smile are rare and few, but they happen never the less.
"Shohn are you ready to go?" She smiles reassuringly as she extends her hand towards me. Nattie and I have an indescribable connection and sometimes I wonder if she can read my mind. She is able to read me like an open book and I can't get anything past her.
I take her small delicate hand in my rough large one, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
After a brief talk with our parents that mainly consisted of them wishing us luck we walk outside into the harsh light of the afternoon sun. I can feel myself tense up as we approach the town square and my hand tightens around Natties.
"Shohn just relax okay," She says this is that soothing voice of hers that washes over me instantly calming my nerves, but I know this effect won't last forever.
I nod slowly as I glance over at her, "We'll both be okay right?" I ask her this needing the reassurance; I need to know that we will both be safe by the end of the hour.
"We'll both get through this I promise," I let the silence swirl around us as we get ourselves signed in. We part ways and I shuffle towards the fourteen year old section. My heart rate slowly starts to increase with every step our escort takes towards the front of the stage. The moment she opens her mouth I close my eyes quickly as if I could see the sharp words that will lead closer to the announcement of two young people's deaths spill out of her lips and float along the gentle breeze.
I kick at a small pebble and watch it skitter across the ground; how easily it is pushed around much like myself. I breathe out softly as I let my eyes wander towards the stage, ""The female tribute for District 8 is Rylinn Abrith!" A string of curses instantly rings out into the air drowning out any other sounds in the town square. I watch as the girl has to be dragged towards the stage and am confused slightly when she tries to fight back. What is the point of even trying? The Capitol has suppressed us this long; they can handle one small girl from District 8.
I look away as she continues to struggle from the Peacekeeper's grasps and the escort tries to regain control over the crowd. The silence once again washes over everyone and only the sounds of uneven breathing can be heard. She dips her hand into the glass bowl and holds up that one small slip of paper. I wonder whose name could be written on it.
"The male tribute for District 8 is Shohn Vekriss!" My breath catches in my throat as everything around me literally stops. The trees fall still and so does every pair of eyes trained on me. My body begins to tremble softly as swirls of black dance across my vision. I feel hands guiding me towards the stage, but I can barely see where it is I'm going. I don't take in any of my surroundings, but remain in this state of confusion and blindness. Maybe this is all but a dream and once I regain my vision I will be back in my room. I swallow back my fear knowing I am only lying to myself.
Alright, so I am drawing closer to the end of the reapings! Ya'll better be as pumped for the Games as I am because I have some interesting ideas ;) Now review! ;D
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