Thanks for all the wonderful review ya'll! I can't say how appreciative I am :D However, I will no longer give sponsor points for simply, "good" or"I like it", because I really need detail to improve the story. I'm not saying it even has to be a complete sentance, but I want to make the sponsoring system fair. As for the D7 creator, I understand what you mean, but I'm saving more of the closeness/romantic part for later in the story...I was scared I would make it too cheasy so early in the story. However I will certainly include it! As for D8 charecters, no worries I will go into more detail about Sabina later in the story, but I couldn't think of way to make them directly interact without it being awkward. As for Jalex I kept imaginang the rebel in breackfest club lol. However, I made him a bit sarcastic, so I hope that's okay, but if not I can rewrite it. Here are the sponsor points currently:
Sonofhell66: water, some dried beef, and a pack of crackers
GinnyWeasley23: water, some dried beef, and a pack of crackers
The-tx: water
Nightfall 12: A pack of crackers
Sneverus Snappers: A pack of crackers and some dried beef
LiveYourLifeLoud: A water, a pack of crackers, and some dried beef
Nightfall: crackers
Rosie137: Crackers and dried beef
DarkzerkerX: Some dried beef
Lightning 4022: A pack of crackers, water, and a pack of beef
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D8
Jalex Flyzik
"They say hey little boy you can't go where the others go
'Cause you don't look like they do
Said hey old man how can you stand to think that way
Did you really think about it before you made the rules
He said, Son
That's just the way it is
Some things will never change
That's just the way it is
Ah, but don't you believe them"
There's nothing some good music couldn't fix. It was the duct tape for sanity and could always make awful situations, like going into a death cage, a lot better. Although no matter how many people I asked on this stupid train, no one had any access to any guitars, pianos, drums, or any music. Well, I suppose I should say good music, unlike the techno melodies the capital had set the train to play when we turned on the radio. Eventually I had to turn the radio off, because it was giving me a headache. Its sad how what once comforted me, is now torture.
My mother, Tracy, had said last year District 13 was going to try breaking in the 99th hunger games, but bailed on the plan when the head game maker was executed publically for suspicious activity. After the rebellion failed 25 years ago District 13 went back into hiding in intricate caves on a manmade island, unidentifiable to the citizens of Panam. The train made a sudden screech.
"Everyone get off. We're going to refuel the engine" I was told by one of the workers.
It was nice to get some fresh air, after being cooped up in such a melancholy train. I spotted my district partner kicking rocks on the side of the road.
"Hey, you having fun there?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"Oh tons" she said sweetly teeming with sarcasm.
"I wish we could escape and head back home" I say looking at a rabbit in the distance.
"This place seems to synthetic for my taste." I say full of distaste.
"Yeah, it's not my cup of tea either. I would much prefer playing the pipes, than being stuck here while they refuel the train" she says as she takes her seat on the dirt road.
"You play the pipes?" I ask happily, glad to know someone around here thinks of instruments instead of computers when they think of music.
"Yeah, I fiddled around with a few instruments, but I found the pipes to be the most soothing" she said as if she was daydreaming of playing them at that moment.
"Yeah they're pretty chill." I say in agreement.
We both paused unaware of what to say to the person who might be our future murderer, ally or not.
"It's hard to think that that the people we meet tomorrow will either kill or be killed." I say stating the fact we both realize, but re too afraid to say.
"Yeah" she said nodding her head. She looked up and asked in the most sincere voice she could say,
"Do you think we have a chance of winning?"
"As good as anyone, I guess", I said shrugging my shoulders. "We all eventually die anywise"
She looked at me with confusion flashing across her eyes, "well that's pessimistic. I had always hoped I would have done something positive in the world…there's more to life than actions and death…Right?"
"Yeah" I say, "sure there is, but what's going to happen, is going to happen and neither you nor I can change that."
"Yeah" she gave a weak smile as she flicked a rock, "I'm just glad I'm more relaxed than my friends, they would be crying hysterically at this point. I can handle pressure well, though."
She held such a calm demeanor, but I felt bad. She was only 15 years old; and while I understand there are 12 year olds that have died in these games, a 15 year old should not see firsthand murder. The capital has no bounds to its cruelty, so I shouldn't be surprised, but if they asked me to smile for the camera I won't be held accountable for the aggression I release.
Not only were the capital citizens cruel, but they were also, hypocritical! They considered themselves generous by offering us sponsor awards during the games, but laughed as we slowly perished under their approval. They wore masks of beauty, but in reality were some of the scum of the earth. They pretended to be a parent to the districts, but in reality were holding us as slaves. I would never want to understand their logic.
"That's good…no one wants to lose their head in the games" I say as I leave to head back on the train.
They were still refueling the train when I boarded, but the fresh air couldn't overpower my feeling to leave. There were too many temptations and possible escape plans outside. I saw dinner already prepared and laying on the table. Our mentor, Roger was talking to our escort, Philipp, so I was left alone at the oversized mahogany table. Suddenly a tall brunette appeared from behind me carrying a tray of capital delicacies. She was a little shorter than me with caramel brown hair and striking midnight blue eyes.
"Oh thank you" I said, glad to see the first appetizing thing since…well, ever. My family was poor so simply inhaling the tangy aroma of the dish made my mouth water.
"What is it?" I asked intrigued.
She frowned in reply and slightly shook her head.
"Is it bad?" I asked laughing a little.
My escort Philipp walked in laughing, "Ha-ha, the bird ate the nut!" he said, apparently having heard some frivolous joke. He stopped abruptly after seeing my conversation (if you'd even call it that) with the server.
"You can't talk to her" he said in absolute disgust.
"Why on earth not?" I asked, unsure if he was being meant simply because he was a capital citizen, or if he simply did not like the girl.
"She's an avox" he said pointing his nose into the air.
"So? What's an avox" I ask, never hearing this term before.
"They work as servants for the capital, because they showed acts of rebellion. Being the wonderful city that is, the capital allowed them to keep their lives at the cost of their tongue"
"So that's why she can't speak?" Who would take away someone's voice? Who is so cruel and brutal to rip out one of the few forms of communication someone could have? There was only one answer, the capital.
"Yes, yes it is"
"Oh, well as much as I'd love to offend the capital could I eat my soup in peace?"
"Whatever you'd like, you might as well enjoy one of your last meals" he said heading to his room with a cocktail.
"Well that's pessimistic" I say feeling de JA vu.
I saw the avox no that feels wrong to call her, the girl turn on her heels to leave. I was far too curious to let this opportunity slip from my grasp. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from my pocket, which I had been carrying around to write music lyrics down all day. I looked at the crumpled piece of paper, and decided to use a nearby napkin instead. I quickly wrote down a few basic questions and called the girl over to me.
She read the questions quickly and wrote down her replies.
What is your name? Aurora Credis
How old are you? 17
Why are you here? I tried to escape district 11, but it failed terribly.
Are you a rebel? I'm not supposed to be…
Do you miss home? I've never really had one…but I'd take anywhere over here.
"I'm sorry "I frowned as she shrugged and jotted something down.
It's not your fault I'm here, that's just the way it is. Some things in life will never change.
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