Hello meine liebe! (German) I dont have much to say about this one, and there has been no evolution on the situation with the boy (which I'm sure your not interested in but its to late your involved) so all I have to say right now is I love you lots and pretty please review if you've got the time! :)

yours,

Pigeon

Milles carefully took my hand and guided me back to my room, "Goodnight sweetheart." He says softly. Looking at me in a concerned sort of way. I smile and nod, then slowly I close the door.

"Time to get up." Linli knocks halfheartedly on my door before moving on, trusting I'll be awake as I always am. My morning is much the same as the last; they seem to blend together in a bull gray mass now, which disturbs me. I stand in front of the mirror and watch the stranger that stares back at me for several minutes until there's another tap on the door.

"Tal?" I move towards the door standing quietly in front of it for a moment.

"Yeah?"I pull at the end of my ponytail lightly.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," I say opening the door. Stretching slightly and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, today I would need to be awake to show the game makers I could be a threat to the other tributes. The only thing that frightened me now was the one thing I knew could be counted on. The simple truth. That I in fact, was no threat to the other tributes at all.

We each sat in the stiff chairs alongside the wall arranged by district. One to twelve. Boys before girls. Milles squirmed in his seat as minutes ticked by; the small room maintained its silence and it sounded almost as though there was no one in it with the exemption of the sound of breathing.

"Milles Harland." The peacekeeper finally called in, prepared to lead him out. Milles gave me a nervous grin and left. I wondered how well he was doing, and though little time passed the few minutes he spent there seemed to stretch on for hours until the door finally opened again.

"Talia Edson." I stand, and walk numbly towards the door. Knowing even if I was able to get there drunken attention I wasn't very talented at the only fighting skill I'd been taught. I stood in the middle of the large room, fiddling with my hair again for a matter of seconds before anyone so much as glanced in my direction. An old man caught my eye and smile in a way that drove chills deep into my soul.

I find my way to a rake of knives and chose one without careful inspection of it, I wouldn't have such a luxury in the arena so I might as well not get used to it. I move in the direction of the dummy, glancing up at the game makers, they watch me with little interest. With the exception of the old man who stares hungrily down at me.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then turn sharply and dart around the edge of the room, until finally I reach my destination. Standing directly behind the dummy, I move towards it silently until I'm standing directly behind it. Quickly I pull the knife across its neck. Then move to the dummy beside it, slashing several blood veins. Finally demonstrating the attack I started with on the first day in the training center. I plunge the knife deep into its chest and pull down as hard as I could manage, ripping its artificial flesh, making sure to drag into direction onto the lung in hopes of a puncture. As fake blood pours onto my hands I look up at the old man, removing the knife from its chest I hold it up for him to see, then I gently set it back on the rake

"You are dismissed." I take my leave quickly, wondering if I would find a sink somewhere soon. As the artificial blood was real enough to disturb me with its presents on my hands

Sorry this ones kinda short, but I hope you liked it! By the way I love you.

-Pigeon