Chapter 38: Porter Tripp
A/N: So we're back with District Five! This year, it's District Five who reign victorious with Porter! A canon(-ish?) Victor who never got much background info except that she had to wear a neck brace after she won, here's her chance to truly show what she's made of! Thanks to TheBookworm for giving the idea of an amusement park, the one I'm doing is based on a very loose mash-up of elements taken from Dreamworld in Gold Coast (how the heck is the ShockWave ride only at a 'mild' thrill level and why is the MotorCoaster a ride with a 'high' thrill level? Eight-year-old me went on both and was utterly confused by their ratings lol) and Legoland Malaysia, my two favourite theme parks that I've been to (haven't been to too many, so can't really say about Disneyland or SeaWorld or something like that, sorry) Anyways, I hope you enjoy and pls leave a review, they usually make my day and without further ado, here's Porter!:)
Katniss frowned, tapping Porter's neck. "How did she get that spinal injury again?"
"She fell off a roller coaster," Peeta responded, wincing at the memory.
Katniss grimaced. "That last battle must've really been brutal, huh?
Peeta nodded, "Yeah. It didn't help that she was mute. Her interview was pretty, er, complicated, to say the least."
Katniss bit her lip. "I can imagine. Amusement park arena, huh? Classic Capitol, taking a place of joy and turning it into someone's worst freaking nightmare from hell."
Porter Tripp
District 5
Aged 17
2 Kills
Porter was mute. It was so annoying, never being able to talk to anyone. No one else in the District understood sign language, only her employers did and they were abusive brats. Not a chance she would talk with them. Besides, was there really anyone who would want to talk to her? She was homeless, filthy, scrawny as a wire and was, in the eyes of the District, nothing special. She worked at a dam, where pretty much everyone abused her, beating her up and spitting at her. She couldn't even protest or utter a retort. It was horrible. She sighed, slumping on her tree, her trash bag of possessions on the branch next to hers. She barely had much, just the clothes on her back, some scraps of food she got from the dump outside the Peacekeepers' tavern, a rubber ball and an old hairbrush made out of tiger fur. How had she gotten tiger fur, you might ask. Well, it turned out, Porter wasn't so plain and ordinary. She knew more than a few tricks up her sleeve. Years of being shunned by society for being mute had given her a connection with nature, specifically the wild beasts that roamed about. The winged snakes had been a pickle to deal with, ever since that hovercraft crashed and released a whole brood of those slithering nasties into their District. But over time, Porter learnt how to hiss with them, understanding their serpentine language, establishing herself as the queen of snakes. The ultimate king she ever had to tame, however, was the tiger. There were tigers, many of them, running about after being set loose during the Dark Days. They usually shied away from humans, but once in a blue moon, a child would come out to the yard and play, before vanishing forever, a small drop of blood marking the place they last stood. Porter, being homeless, had encountered these tigers a lot, sometimes even on a monthly basis. That's why she had to learn fast, developing a steadfast understanding of their actions and gaining their respect by slaying their king in a duel to the death. Truly, Porter was the Queen of the Jungle. This meant that she also had to be adept at climbing trees and sprinting at top speed, for her own survival. Besides, higher positions and faster speeds meant higher levels of power. She could climb any tree, scale any fence, pull herself up any bar. Just a shame she couldn't use a weapon or talk. If she did, she might have an arm and a leg over nearly all of the other tributes in the arena. After all, she was basically just a mute, professional mashed up version of Hassan and Rafael, right?
When Porter was Reaped, she was Reaped alongside the son of a gang member. Charge Wiglesworth was a strong, powerful boy with an array of tattoos across his colossal body. He stared at her with a look of disgust, even spitting at her on stage, in front of all the live cameras broadcasting the event to the entire nation. She flinched, grossed out by his gesture. There was nothing she could say against him, which was a pity, so all Porter could do was glare at him, folding her arms furiously. He simply gave her an indignant look and marched into the Justice Building, not even bothering to shake her hand or acknowledge that she was a fellow human being. Porter rolled her eyes, following him calmly. It was tributes like him that would be a prime target for Careers. He wouldn't be alive by the end of this arena experience, so why should Porter care about his rudeness?
Head Gamemaker Josiah Carnby was in one heck of a mood. This would be his final year as Head Gamemaker before he retired with that sweet, huge payout he had been promised to receive from Snow. His past two successes had wowed the nation, or at least the Capitol. Years of classically boring forests and beaches and caves had culminated to two strong, unique arenas that were almost guaranteed to never show up again. And all he had needed was his seven-year-old granddaughter Ellen's rich collection of fairytales and colouring books. The most unlikely sources of inspiration when it came to arenas. This year, he had something else planned. It had come to him in one, big, explosion of "Eureka!" when Ellen complained about the lack of excitement in the time parks that the Capitol built.
"The rides are too boring!" she moaned. "And the mutt zoo only shows tame mutts! I want to see the tigers!"
"An exciting amusement park, you say?" Josiah gasped, his ears perking up all of a sudden.
Ellen sighed. "Yeah. With a roller coaster that puts people upside down for a long time!"
A wide, childishly playful yet sinister grin spread across Josiah's face. "Ellen, your wish is my command!"
Porter frowned, adjusting her Parade costume. It wasn't too bad, a yellow, metallic skirt with a loose corset shaped like thick wires, with fake electricity coarsing through her. The new stylist had certainly done a better job than the last five from their District had combined. She should have enjoyed the chariot ride, soaked up the cheers, which, for once, were for her. She should be happy for she was free at last from the abuse back home in Five, free from the unwelcome states and glares back home. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Because at least one other kid from Five was here with her. Charge Wiglesworth had not stopped taunting her ever since they were on the train. There he was, glaring coldly at her. When she stepped into the chariot, he grabbed her wrist tightly, squeezing it so hard, her bones nearly broke. She winced, trying to break free without looking too much like a fool but this was the son of a gang leader, not some common tribute. But she wasn't a common tribute either. As their chariot rolled out, she twisted her body slightly, jabbing her foot into his a d raked the inside of his palm with her fingernails. He yelped, loosening her grip and setting her free. From then on, the fight was on. It wasn't the first time two tributes had fought during the Tribute Parade, the pair fr One had done so last year. The girl ended up as Victor so perhaps it was a ritual that brought good luck? They tumbled and tussled in their chariot, ignoring the dirty stares from the other tributes. The crowd cheered them on, some chanting, "Beat her up, Charge!" and others yelling, "Crush him, Porter!" Porter smiled as she gave him a good punch in the face, right as their chariot parked in front of the mansion of a visibly confused President Snow. She raised her hand triumphantly above the groaning, bloody body of Charge, huddled in the corner of their chariot, a look of absolute irritation upon his muscular face. The crowd roared as one, chanting, "Porter! Porter!" She grinned. Now she could properly soak up the attention.
Training hadn't been much of a problem for Porter. Having mastered pretty much all the survival skills over her ten years of homelessness, all that was left for her to do was choose a weapon to specialise in. Switch had told her to train with knives since it was generally the weapon of choice for most of the Victors and was very practical to use. Along with that, Switch had somehow managed to fit several puns of her name into those basic instructions and Porter couldn't figure out why or how she had done it. She hadn't been able to comment, for very obvious reasons indeed and proceeded to the knife-throwing station as soon as the Training Centre briefing was given. The knives weren't very easy to throw, she was certainly no Jolien or Rafael, but she had grown to become relatively decent at the skill after three days of hard, intensive training, which involved her hogging up the station for herself. Hey, the Careers were all spear-throwers and archers, plus, she couldn't care less about the other tributes, so it didn't matter for her. She never spared a thought for others, except maybe her stylist and Switch. They were nice to her, something she never thought she would say about anyone. The Careers hadn't been easy to dodge, but her inability to talk and refusal to show any forms of response certainly drove them away. Porter had endured years of abuse, the words the Careers uttered with their big, fatty lips didn't bother her one bit. Eventually, they left her alone. She wasn't worth their time, they thought. Oh, how wrong they are, she thought, smirking to herself as she threw another knife, this time edging closer to the bullseye.
Her score of six wasn't too glamorous, but hey, it was at least something. Charge had also gotten himself a six, owing to the spoilt milk Porter might or might not have slipped into his cup during breakfast. He had a horrible, splitting stomachache and couldn't stand up straight without suffering a farting fit. When it was Porter's turn to have her private sessions with the Gamemakers, the smell of gangster farts was still strong, the strong niff almost unbearable. But Porter had been in similar situations before, she didn't mind it too much and went about throwing her knives as if the smell wasn't even there. So, here she was, smiling contentedly with her six while Charge charged towards the screen, screaming and ranting about his score of two. Shocker and Flash, who was sober for once, had to restrain him. Flash eventually knocked him out with a half-empty beer bottle, before passing out himself. Porter and Switch exchanged a disgusted look, not even the least impressed by this spectacle.
Porter had a pretty nice interview dress, a wonderful, yellow silk gown but how the heck was she supposed to communicate with Caesar. She had feared her interview would just be comprised of Caesar awkwardly trying to talk with her and Porter trying desperately to talk in sign language in vain. If that was the case, her chances of getting rich Capitolians willing to sponsor her were pretty much screwed. Luckily, that hadn't happened. Switch was fluent in sign language, having anticipated that a deaf or mute tribute would pop up sometime soon. She made arrangements with Caesar, who, unbelievably, was only a year older than Porter. It felt as though he'd been around for ages with his classic attitude and charming voice. But he was only eighteen, way too young to be interviewing murderers, surely? The Capitol worked in strange ways, none of which Porter ever fully understood. Maybe that was why she had joined Marina's rebellion of Victors immediately after winning, but that's a story for later. She stepped onto the stage alongside Switch, giving the audience a cunning smirk. They already loved her, clapping and cheering her on wildly. She was the girl who had beaten up her District partner, left the son of a gangster sprawled on his chariot, and she was a mute. That made her stand out from everyone else, mostly because the grubby Capitol elite wanted a VPR member who wouldn't complain. Scipio, Jolien and Onyx weren't exactly the most compliant of Victor prostitutes. It was a sick reason to sponsor a tribute, one whose very thought warranted a double serving of the Geneva Cooper three-slap-treatment. That was how the Capitol worked, though, always in the strangest of ways. Caesar welcomed her on stage, with his trademark wide, childish grin. Their interview went off without a hitch, Porter managing to fit in a few crackers of lines and Switch's bubbly personality really benefitting her stance. Once the buzzer rang, despite her low score, Porter received more applause than all the other tributes combined. She smirked, glancing around at the envious looks on the Careers' faces. Once again, an outlier had stolen the show!
Porter's launch tube went up, her friendly stylist Domitus giving her one last salute as he faded out of Porter's view. His smile was soon replaced by the glimmer of the arena. The first thing Porter saw was the huge roller coaster outside a window, with a lone, empty car bursting up a vertical chain lift hill that was at least more than a hundred feet tall. When the car reached the top of the steel lift hill, it was slowly pulled back over on itself before being released into a full heartline roll and a drop down a tall, steep hill. Just looking at it made Porter's heart sit in her mouth. It was designed to instil fear into its riders, that was for sure. The pedestal clicked into place and she looked around, examining her surroundings. The only weapons in the Cornucopia this year, were, to her dismay, not knives. They were boomerangs, curved, wooden weapons with painted symbols on them. She groaned, realising that her chances of killing anyone with that unfamiliar weapon were astronomically low. The Cornucopia itself was placed in the centre of a large theme park, in a ticket station with red brick stairs leading out of the station. She couldn't see it, but on top of the green building was a large clock face and the flag of an unknown former empire or nation, one no one in Panem could remember the name of. Beyond the exit on Porter's left was that roller coaster, plus a slew of many other intriguing rides, including a tall tower with a seat that slowly rose to the top before rapidly falling to the ground, a large, red, rotating disc-shaped ride that swung back and forth and a boat that cruised through islets of dinosaur figurines made of tiny bricks before shooting up a mountain and falling down again with a huge splash amongst other rides. To Porter's right were other attractions, including a large hotel, a driving school with miniature bumper cars, a roller coaster with motorcycles instead of conventional cars and of course, an island with tigers prowling around, demanding for blood and meat. Porter didn't know this, it was by pure luck she chose to run to the right. She readied her stance, preparing to take a backpack along the way. The gong rang and she was off running, sprinting towards a yellow backpack not too far away from her. Her fingers closed around it and she raced towards the exit on the right, the screams of dying tributes already filling her ears. She was halfway towards the exit when, all of a sudden, someone knocked her to the ground, holding a boomerang above her throat. She seethed. It was the girl from Nine, a strong wheat farmer who had mocked her disability back at the Training Centre. Porter grabbed the girl's wrist, preventing her from whacking Porter to death. The girl might be stronger but Porter was no pushover. Besides, the girl had never had to deal with tigers and winged snakes before. She raised her knee and hit the wheat farmer girl in her gut, causing her to double over in pain and loosen her grip on the boomerang. Porter snatched it away and began whacking the girl, a few hard hits to her skull was all it took for the weakened girl to die and for the boy from Four to start noticing her. Porter grabbed her backpack and made her escape, fleeing away as Charge cornered and killed the poor boy from Three. Her District partner was a psycho, Porter knew that. He would probably die in the Bloodbath, she thought. She was right. Charge took far too long to kill the boy from Three and ended up being knocked out by a boomerang thrown by the girl from Two, who made sure to crush his ribs first before she properly killed him, just for the added entertainment value. Truly a brutal way to die, but a death that Porter didn't care about at all. She had her own priorities.
Ellen loved the arena. It was her dream fantasy come alive! She let out a shrill squeal of excitement as The Claw, the swinging disc-shaped ride, swung into action as the boy from Seven passed by, sweeping him into the air and flinging him high into the sky, screaming like a pathetic District loser. She let out a small chuckle as he landed into the flume ride with the dinosaur figurines, his position as he fell ensuring he was still barely alive when he crashed into the water, only for the boat to come falling down the slope and crash into his body. Then he died. Ellen clapped her hands excitedly. Soon, after the Games were over, this arena would be open to the public and she could go on all those rides! The excitement of finally living out her dreams was too much for the excitable seven-year-old girl, who let out another excited squeal as the Careers chased the mute girl from Five, Porter, wasn't it? Ah, yes, she was by far her favourite tribute! Her brawl with her District partner, whatever his name had been, had caused her to fall in love with the power plant worker girl from Five! The Careers chased her on the MotorCoaster, zooming about the tracks on the motorcycles as the girl sped away, a look of intense focus and concentration on her face as she reached a low point in the tracks, and then, to Ellen's amazement, jumped off the motorcycle and ran off, looking far from dizzy and running straight for the restaurant not too far away to seek shelter. The Careers, meanwhile, had to waste time slowly getting off the MotorCoaster at the ride entrance, grumbling and seething as they did. Ellen grinned broadly. "Team Porter all the way!" she exclaimed, ignoring the annoyed looks from her cousins Cicero and Valeria, both diehard Career fans. "Porter for the win!"
Porter popped open a bottle of iced tea she'd swiped from the vending machine in the restaurant, drinking it heartily. The cold, refreshing liquid oozed down her throat, leaving behind a wonderful, tingling sensation on her neck. She sat behind the counter, resting for a while. It had been three days, she jolly well deserved one! She'd seen a park map not too far away and the first thing she noticed was the tiger island. Her ultimate destination, the place where she could gain her ultimate advantage: taming a healthy streak of tigers and utilising them in battle. For now, she needed a break. That last chase with the Careers had taken its toll on her. Closing her eyes, she was close to drifting into dreamland when the cannon boomed in the distance. Her eyes fluttered open and her lips turned into a scowl. A rude awakening from much-needed sleep. It turned out, the boy from Six had wandered into the hotel toilet, hoping to take a dump, only to find a brood of winged snakes hiding in the cubicle. Three bites in three, agonising seconds later, he was dead. Now, Porter might be irked by this disturbance to her beauty sleep, but she wouldn't be for long, as the sound of quiet, almost silent footsteps shuffling through the tiled floor could be heard. She grabbed her boomerang and without hesitating, flung it over the counter. It hit something, but it wasn't a tribute. No, it was much worse, the stuff of nightmares. She gasped, horrified.
Josiah grinned as he unleashed the Lego Minifigure mutts. The Lego Minifigures were popular children's toys in the Capitol, Ellen herself had shelves packed with them. His continued inspirations from children's stories and toys hadn't and wouldn't stop. The Lego Minifigures mutts were just like the Minifigures themselves, just supersized to twice the size of a small child, standing at approximately Porter's height, just a little taller. He had retained their smiling faces and their hair, uniforms and skin colour. All he had done was automate their eyeballs to move around randomly and put weapons in their hands and bam! The ultimate children's nightmare. Words could not describe how creepy those things were, just walking around with voice boxes attached to their insides, saying in a polite, cheerful tone, "Hi, my name is Emmet and I am here to rip your heart out and snap your neck!" The way they edged closer and closer, slow and quiet, their smiles unmoving and their eyeballs just waving around wildly, it creeped even Josiah out, but that only meant that it was effective.
"Close your eyes," he told Ellen.
"I'm not scared!" she protested, even though Josiah could clearly see the fear in her eyes.
He shrugged. "Okay, then, just making sure."
Porter's boomerang had struck one of the mutts in the head, killing it instantly. The boomerang returned to her hand but she was frozen, dumbfounded by this strange and bizarrely creepy sight. What the heck was this supposed to be? Doomsday temple, dodo attacks, now this? She had to hand it to him, Josiah was good at his job. But that wasn't good for her! She shook her head. Snap out of it, she scolded herself, preparing her boomerang for a second throw. Thwack! It hit the mutt closest to her, the figurine falling to the ground, his smile still intact as his voice box yelled, "You little wretch! I'm gonna kill you for this!"
Porter grimaced and threw her boomerang again. The mutts were closing in, their outstretched hands waving their swords pathetically, screaming insults at her. The boomerang hit another mutt and the cycle continued. One of them managed to swing its sword close to her head but she ducked and smacked him with the boomerang. It crumbled to the ground, wailing in agony, its horrifically haunting smile plastered permanently on his yellow metal face. Three more boomerang throws and a couple of kicks later, the rest of his mutt comrades joined him on the ground, downed and dusted, for now at least. Porter didn't try her luck. She grabbed her backpack and bolted away as the mutts slowly began to twitch back to life.
Porter knew she was probably crazy to even try. These tigers were created by the Gamemakers and controlled by them too. They harboured zero respect for her, instead, they had a strong bloodlust and a desire to kill. But as she approached the tiger island, wading across the swamp-like moat, she knew she had to at least try. It was her best shot at winning the Games.
Ellen could only watch in a mixture of terror and excitement as the tigers encircled Porter, the mute girl from Five, who vehemently refused to show any signs of fear. Something was bound to happen here. Either Porter could tame the tigers, or, she was dead in a heartbeat. Ellen couldn't stand the suspense of waiting for much longer. "Come on, Porter!" she shouted. "You can do it!" She didn't doubt her for even a second. Porter let out a soft hiss, calmly marching towards the biggest tiger, a majestic, white beast with regal, black stripes across its kingly fur. With swift moves, she tackled it to the ground and held it in a chokehold. The tiger growled in agony but his streak froze into position, wary that if they moved, Porter would move in for the kill. Ellen's heart raced. Finally, an outcome! The tigers all lay on the floor, growling and letting out a series of snarls at Porter. A smile spread across Porter's freckled face and she released her grip on the white tiger, who went into a low position, as if bowing to her. Ellen clapped her hands excitedly. She had done it! Porter had tamed the tigers! As a distant cannon boomed, signalling the end of the boy from One after he'd tried to betray the other five Careers and was punished by being put on the tracks of the Project X roller coaster as the roller coaster ran right over him, Porter led her feline army across a bridge over the moat, locked from the outside so the tigers couldn't escape. They growled in unison, prompting another excited squeal from Ellen. The show was on!
By dawn, Porter and her army of tigers, which bore a stark resemblance to Lauren's gingerbread men army almost a decade ago, had arrived at the entrance of the Tailspin ride, a ride that involved aeroplane-shaped cars being spun around in the air. The tigers sniffed the air, letting out low growls and hisses. Ellen was on the edge of her seat. The cameras zoomed in, showing the boy from Ten crouching inside one of the aeroplanes, holding his breath tightly. "He's in there!" Ellen yelled. "Come on, get him, Porter!" But Porter didn't seem to realise this. She shrugged and motioned for her tiger army to move away. Ellen groaned. She was getting away! The bastard horse-riding boy heaved a huge sigh of relief but Ellen wasn't letting him get away, oh, no! She grabbed her sponsor phone, no, she wasn't too young to have one, and counted her pocket money, of which she had tons of. "Hello? Is this Switch Kim?" Ellen asked, breathless. "I'm sending in a sponsor for Porter!" Seconds later, the parachute dropped right in front of Porter, as she was halfway across the Ocean Parade zone of the park. She frowned, staring at the big '5' cautiously. "Open it!" Ellen yelped, crossing her fingers. Porter did and saw the aeroplane with the cowboy Lego figurine in its cockpit, waving hello to the cameras. Porter's gaze drifted back to the Tailspin ride and her eyes narrowed. She thrust a finger and hissed sharply. Ellen squealed with delight as the tigers raced forward and devoured the screaming boy, spilling his blood and chomping on his bones mercilessly. This was why the Hunger Games were simply the best thing that ever happened, there were so many fun and exciting kills!
Porter marched towards the Career pack, all waiting for her and her tiger army near the tall red ride she'd seen on the first day. She narrowed her piercing eyes, glaring intensely at their scowls. Eight long days of being in the arena and hunting down the other tributes with her tiger army had lead to this final battle. Her tigers snarled viciously, baring their sharp fangs. The five Careers snarled back, wielding their boomerangs, ready for a fight. Porter tightened her grip on her boomerang. She hoped she wouldn't have to fight but in the Hunger Games, anything was possible. She had to be tigers and the Careers charged at one another, claws meeting boomerangs, teeth meeting wood. The girl from One went down quite easily. She had a weak throw and wasted her three boomerang throws, before the white alpha tiger chomped off her head. Porter winced but she looked on sharply. The luxury girl's life didn't matter. No one other than herself did. The pair from Four fought pretty well together. They were both athletes with agile moves and quick reflexes. Their combined efforts saw them down three tigers. But even they were far from invincible against these felines. Two stabs to the chest later and they were dead. All that remained were the pair from Two. The girl was already convulsing, bleeding intensely from a wound to her chest. The boy, however, he was no pushover. Honorius Summerfield, the brutish Career, swung his boomerang and kicked about wildly and before Porter could react, all of her tigers were dead on the ground, blood spewing out of numerous hellish wounds. She gaped at them, distraught. These tigers had served her well, they didn't deserve to go down this way! All her years of living alongside animals had given her a steadfast respect for creatures of the wild, more respect than she had ever given humans. These tigers, they felt like family to her. She would not sit still and let this monster of a boy get away unpunished. She flung her boomerang but to her dismay, he caught it with ease, grinning wildly. "No more weapons, Five," Honorius sneered. "You might as well give up now!" Of course, Porter would never just give up like that. Instead, she ran for her life! Dashing for the red brick roller coaster, she grabbed hold of the tracks and began scaling her way up. She didn't know why, it seemed like a terribly irrational decision. But in the heat of the moment, her gut told her it was the right thing to do. Honorius snarled. "Get back here, mute girl!" Porter didn't listen to him, she just kept on climbing. Boomerangs flew in her direction but they became wedged in the tracks, unable to return to their original thrower. Deadlock. Honorius grumbled as he began his climb. Up and up, Porter continued to climb but Honorius was simply faster. He had done this every day in the Training Centre with specialised trainers, he obviously had an advantage. "Hey, Porter!" he yelled. "Need a porter to carry your back? You're so slow!" Porter resisted a groan. Why did everyone like making puns of District Five's names? That was Switch's thing! Meanwhile, in the Mentoring Room, Switch rolled her eyes and muttered something about being a copycat. In no time, as they both reached the halfway point up the steep, terrifying slope, he grabbed her foot. Porter yelped, looking down. Big mistake. Her vision blurred and her head spun. It was so freaking high! The benches and tables on the ground seemed so minuscule, so tiny, so ant-like, it nearly gave her vertigo. Honorius yanked on her foot, trying to bring her down but she refused to budge. "End of the line, mute girl!" he growled, sounding like a rogue tiger gone mad. "Just. Give. Up!" Porter closed her eyes. One, final move. She leapt down at the boy and took him down the roller coaster with her. Crash! Both of them landed on the ground. Porter had used Hnorius's bulky build as a cushion but the pain was still searing hot. Blackness devoured her as a sharp ball of enraged, furious pain engulfed her spine. She blacked out, her life flashing before her eyes. But she wasn't dead.
The pair had a moment of silence for the mute Victor from Five. "Did she die during the Rebellion?" Katniss asked.
"I think she was involved when they blew up the dam but I'm not sure if she made it out," Peeta responded, a solemn look on his face. "That spinal injury must've hurt."
"Way more than the injuries we suffered after out Games," Katniss added. There was nothing left to say, so Peeta flipped the page. Both of them scowled. "Her."
The next Victor was a tall girl with long, brown hair and strikingly dark eyes. She glared at the camera, giving an odd salute with her hand, her feet stuck together and her lips mouthing something. On the stage, all the Victors stared warily at her, careful to keep their distance. Hercules was notably absent and even Draco looked uneasy. "Julia Dawson."
VICTORS
District 1-Sapphire Huntington(4), Onyx Hibonite(9), Franc Montgomery(14), Crystal Montgomery(21), Sterling Jones(25), Luxe Carmichael(36), Geneva Cooper(37)
District 2-Ragnar Sveinsson(5), Reyna Boudicca(6), Draco Hadley(10), Scipio MacAllister(17), Freya Carson(22), Hercules Nichols(28)
District 3-Nikola Johnson(13), Gadget Schroeder(24)
District 4-Marina Bluebell(1), Mags Flanagan(11), Jolien Fisher(31), Timmy Fisher(32), Iris Fisher(33), Rafael Fisher(34)
District 5-Shocker Crimson(8), Switch Kim(19), Flash Morrison(27), Porter Tripp(38)
District 6-Ford Hamilton(20)
District 7-Hassan Greenwood(2), Jill Wilson(15), Olive Sanchez(26), Birch Davison(35)
District 8-Woof Casino(16)
District 9-Gwendolyn Whitfield(18), Laurel Flamsteel(29)
District 10-Ringo Alvarez(7), John Gatwick(23)
District 11-Orchid Bloom(12), Seeder Crue(30)
District 12-Axel Millar(3)
A/N: And there's Porter! Hope you enjoyed that chapter, especially the Lego mutts if you're a fan of Legos! I'll probably never see those Lego guys without thinking of Porter again, though, haha. Anyway, thanks for reading and pls review for more Victor content! Also, send in any real-life locations you think might make interesting arena locations (I have Antarctica, the Danakil Depression and Lake Tekapo in mind but I'll throw in any interesting suggestions!) and stay tuned for everyone's least favourite Victor, Julia Dawson! Cheers:)