I learnt a few interesting facts about Ariadne's condition while researching how to write this character, i feel very educated now ;) lets put our hands together for MikaylaDelaney for submitting this great character, I hope you like her as well as everyone else! please review, i'm just buzzing for ages when i get them! thank youuuuu ! and so sorry it took a while to get it on... i apologise ;)

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Ariadne Cardium-District 6

I was just sat at the breakfast table, joking around with my brother, chatting with my dad, just a normal morning. I was just sat at the table, spooning a mouthful of berries into my mouth when my body jerked to the side uncontrollably.

I was having another fit.

My body twists and jolts around in the chair, jerking in all directions. I slide out of my chair and lay on my back on the floor, my body shuddering violently with spasms running up and down my arms and legs. My brother Charlie rushes to my side and holds my shoulders down to try to steady me, while my father sprints to the medicine cabinet to see if anything is of use. Even though I have my regular supplements, it doesn't really make a difference.

He shoves the tablets down my throat with his fingers. I start to choke but Charlie pats my back. I jerk forwards, curling my body forward into a 'C' shape. I give a shudder and I collapse backwards, unconscious, my limbs still jolting violently.

All is black.

I wake up, back on my bed. My father was sat at my side, gently stroking my sweaty hair back off my forehead. He notices I'm awake and hands me a glass of water that was on my bedside table. I gulp it down greedily, the cool liquid rushing down my dry throat.

"Your such a brave girl." My father says proudly, still stroking my hair.

"I have to be." I reply with a shrug. "But my tic's can get really annoying sometimes." I say with a laugh. Humour helps me get through it all. Helps me cope with my condition. I have a bad case of tourrettes. "But you would know that if you'd sticked around." I say darkly.

My fathers hand stops moving on my hair and abruptly stands up. He mumbles an excuse that I don't quite catch and scampers out of the room like a doggy with its tail between its legs.

My mother died when I was the age of 6, 8 years ago. My father couldn't cope with looking after two kids and grieving, so he took off for 6 months. Me and Charlie had no idea what to do. We couldn't just starve to death, and neither of us were old enough to get a job, with Charlie only being 10 at the time.

But luckily for us, a new science lab had opened up. They were offering anyone money if they'd go in and help with an experiment.

Charlie and I jumped at the chance, both taking tests to see if we were healthy enough. Charlie wasn't though, there was some minor problem with his hearing, that made him unable to go through with the experiment. But I passed with flying colours.

That very same day, they sedated me and operated. I don't know what the operation was for and I don't know why, all I know is that it left me with bright purple eyes and altered eyesight, letting me see further and clearer than the average person. I felt as if it was without my permission, they didn't tell me anything about it what so-ever apart from I was getting a good pay.

We got just enough money to last us until my father came back, but after 2 weeks of going under, I started to have the seizures. My theory is that the operation triggered it or the actual scientists infected me with it. But, however I got it, I wouldn't have if my father hadn't been weak.

I quickly get washed, scrubbing my heart shaped face and washing my waist length, platinum blonde hair. I scrub hard, trying to rub away the guilt from hurting my dad's feelings.

I slip on a knee length floral dress that hugs to my slender frame. I put on some simple white pumps and pin my hair back from one side of my face. To complete the outfit, I wear my mothers necklace. A simple thing, really. Made of pure silver and in the shape of a key it hangs just in the hollow of my neck perfectly.

I stroll down the stairs casually, taking my time. I don't care if I'm late for the reapings. Why should I.

When I reach the kitchen, I see that Charlie has already left. My father was sat at the table, waiting to walk down with me.

Seeing him all alone and sad, his head and shoulders curled forward in despair nearly broke my heart. I rush over to him and wrap my arms around him. My previous outburst was totally out of character. I would never intentionally say something to upset my father, but sometimes my condition did that to me.

Made me say and do things that I truly didn't want to do, without my permission. It was extremely infuriating.

He hugs me back, squeezing me in a way that let's me know that all is forgiven. I take his hand and we walk to the square, fingers crossed for luck.

I meet Cardeeayy and Torren on the way there. I kiss my father good bye and join up with them.

Torren was wearing a simple, blue flowy dress, and Cardeeayy was wearing a similar thing in a dark forest green. We all hug and talk nervously about who we think is going to be reaped. We all carefully avoid the topic that it could possibly be one of us. I bite my nails, a nervous habit I need to break. I watch Cardeeay gnawing on her lip and Torren cracking her knuckles. It seemed we all had nervous habits we needed to break.

The weedy mayor comes up onto the stage and stutters out the regular speech. I'd almost feel sorry for him if he wasn't the intro for 2 kids death sentences.

The minuet the mayor finishes, Frenzo, the Capitol escort rudely shoves him out the way. He faces the audience, his too white grin beaming down at all us in the roped off sections patronizingly. His multi-coloured afro would have been good to laugh at, if it weren't for his eyes, staring down at us as if he couldn't wait for the blood shed. They gleamed a frightening ice blue. I internally shuddered.

"Time for the ladies." Frenzo purred, drawling his words out in a ridiculous Capitol accent.

His fingers plunged quickly into the pool of names, and just as quickly, he pulls it out.

"Ariadne Cardium." He screeches, his eyes frantically searching for the poor girl. I stand on my tiptoes to look for the unfortunate, but I see all eyes trained on me. I turn around, trying to see if they were looking at a girl behind me. There was no-one there.

"What?" I say, almost snappily. I stare at my friends awaiting an answer. "Why's everyone staring at me?" I ask, completely clueless.

"Oh, Ariadne, it's you. You were... reaped." Torren says before bursting into tears, Cardeeayy holding her tightly, tears streaming down her own face.

"Me?" I ask stupidly. They nod and open their mouths to say something, but a peackeeper has grabbed my hand and is pulling me towards the street.

In too much shock, I don't protest.