Perfecta Flawless
I lay atop my plush bed, trying to sleep. What if I wasn't good enough? What if I screwed up? I needed to sleep, but I couldn't. I went to brew some dreamomile tea and heard noises from the floor below. I put on my fluffy slippers, and went down to the elevator. Going down to the training center, I saw Gary-Stu attacking the training dummies.
"Hi!" I whispered, trying not to make too much noise. We had the next floor up, but Maeve and Oedipus might still hear us. I would hate to cause them to wake up. Gary turned around, and smiled when he saw it was me.
"Hey Perfecta!" he said. I asked, "Couldn't sleep either?"
"Yeah," he chuckled. "I wasn't sure I'd be allowed to train at night, but nobody stopped me." And so we went on, talking and laughing. He really was handsome. I blushed at the thought. Surely he couldn't feel the same way about me.
Maeve Calau
I was scared. This might've been a mistake. I didn't know if I was ready. Being here, in the Capitol, it really put things into perspective. I had been preparing for this since I was eight years old. Ten years of my life. All leading up to tomorrow. The fear had always been there, but now, when I was almost there, it was at the front of my mind. Soon, I'd be murdering children, fighting for my life. And it was by choice. The outliers, they didn't choose to be here. Well, mostly. Therewas that boy from Nine. But still. I asked for this, andI would be killing those that had no choice so that I could be rich and famous. To get away from my mom though? Worth it.
Dora Claire Current
I needed a plan. Plans were great. Plans never let me down. I planned on going on to have my own franchise but that wouldn't happen. The plan was great, but the reaping ruined it. Plan. Plaaaan. When you say a word a lot it sounds funny. Dora. Dooora. What was I even doing? I wasn't used to being away from home, and as it turns out, when I'm homesick, I can't focus. I didn't know what to do. I always had an idea. Now, I just missed my parents. I couldn't let that stop me though. I really should've found an ally. Oh well. I guess I'd have to make do. Hopefully the arena was more urban. That's where I'd stand a chance.
Aggra Hangton
I was so used to being good enough, never the best. Now, that was the only option. I had to be the best. I wasn't ready for this. I should've stayed home. A tear trickled down my face, and another followed. Soon I was sobbing, and Seychelle was standing there, panicking about what to do. She sat on my bed and patted my back. The thought of how awkward she must feel made me laugh. I just had to see the good in the situation.
Addax Jensen
I knew Donnie was sick of my complaining, but it really was stupid of him to volunteer. I could win and now one of us, probably him, would die. And then my victory would be ruined because I'd lose my brother and nothing was worth that. Ughhh, now I was getting all mushy. Thanks a lot, Donnie. During the bloodbath, I knew we would be the fastest. We could easily get into the cornucopia first. The problem was, would we be able to get back out? I knew that we might have to risk it, otherwise we'd have no supplies to survive. I guess we would see.
Myra Borden
Dead bodies had one big problem. It was like they wanted to get found. The smell was one thing. It spread across rooms and practically jumped into people's faces. And they were so hard to hide. Luckily, I had plenty of experience, and so I could find numerous spots, but brand new killers often got caught because of this. The bodies didn't fit into many places, and when they did, there was the unmistakable stench of rot. I couldn't wait for the games, where I wouldn't have to hide bodies like I was doing now.
Pine Treé
There weren't any poor people here in the Capitol. That was good and bad. It meant everyone here was smart, but it also meant I was the poor one. I had investigated the other tributes and determined that the pair from Twelve were the poorest. I couldn't really do anything to help them, so perhaps I should end their misery tomorrow. I should be getting beauty sleep anyway. Gotta look good for the cameras.
Polly Esther
I woke up and forgot where I was. I then remembered, I was in Sector 2814. Locally referred to as Earth, Gaia, or Terra. I was being sent to a crude and malevolent form of entertainment and punishment known as the Hunger Games. It was the 45th year post Dark Days. I smiled, knowing where I was. I got up from my mattress and relocated over by the window. I wished I could return to the vast domain of space, but I would likely perish tomorrow, or within a few rotations. The fear was present, yet somehow felt distant, like the universe had bigger plans for me beyond my imminent demise. I'd just wait and see.
Whitney Trigo
There was plenty of bread in the Capitol. I could only hope the same would be true in the arena. There was a chance if it was an indoor arena, and if it was outdoors, there might be wheat. I would prefer an outdoor arena for the wheat in its natural form. I was aware that some may think my love of wheat was unnatural, but really, it was unnatural to not be thankful for such a blessed crop. Wheat allowed humans to remain in settlements, eventually leading to modern civilization. And then the Dark Days probably happened because of those who didn't eat wheat. I had heard that some people were unable to consume wheat, and I both pitied and questioned them. Were they cursed? I looked down at the sketchbook in my hands. Each page had a unique stalk of wheat. I was working on another.
Penelope Cannon
Tomorrow, I was going to die. I knew I didn't stand a chance. I had a low score, no sponsors, no allies, nothing. I cried through the night. I wasn't going to live. I would die. I would try to run, but they would catch me. It would be that massive boy from 4. He would rip me in half and nobody would miss me because of this stupid nose. If I won I could get it fixed though. I would just have to win.
Mara Spelt
Rosemary was going into the bloodbath. I didn't like it, but the 8 ball said so. I would run and we would meet up. But… how would she go in? She wasn't awake. Could the 8 ball be… wrong?
Hollander Lloyd (22) District 12 Victor
Rosemary wasn't going to win. She wasn't going to escape the bloodbath. She would probably be the first one to die. I wished I could do something. Really, I should just find Mara and tell her to ditch Rosemary. Rosemary was dead either way, and Mara had a chance. I didn't want to be pushy though. Mara was smart. She would figure it out. As for Rosemary, she would be missed.
Well its been over a year but we're almost at the bloodbath. I'm a slow writer lol. Anyway, the boys will have countdown POVs.