Heard Of Anime?

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The lights shone into my eyes and the screams headed into my tender ears. I've never been fond of crowds, let alone being on television. That was never a problem with my District, but now it is. Why did we have to be on television? It wasn't even my turn to go out yet, and my heart was already racing. Not to mention Zyleen wasn't even here.

I watched Emma ride out. She seemed excited, though scared at the same time. She'd done this before, and she's won. Though being from District Three, she was one of the less ruthless characters. Comparing to Baylee, she wasn't rough whatsoever.

Gia came out just after her. After all, Gia was a District Five tribute. She seemed confident as her black horse trotted out of the covering. I could tell the hidden fear on her face though. It was as they were beckoning us to our death. I'm not very fond of this, but I have to keep my calm. Ariana is sure to be watching, and I'm not one to scare her.

One more.

Zyleen jumped in next to me. His arms were showing from his long sleeves. I will admit, his arms are terribly long. A trait from Sam I'm sure. He's quiet, but as I study his shaking hand I took a quick notice to the bruises on his hands. I'm not one to boast, but I can recognize pain easily. Taking from when Carolina tried to hide it from me, when she taught younger females how to fight for a small amount of cash. I noticed the wincing on his face as he stepped into the chariot, and the pain shot into his face as I grabbed his hand.

Then I looked to the girl ahead of me. She wore an army green shirt, with thick folds in between them. Her undershirt was sticking out over the matching army colored pants. She turned before saluting me. Her hair fell to a braid down her back. Her short cap was a bit too big for her face. It dropped over her foggy grey eyes. She had a black cross necklace clasped over her chest. The grey and white horses pulled her and her comrade out of the covering.

"Ryn Oskina and Pinku Oppulou." The lady announced

It was us next. I gripped the edge of the chariot with one hand and Zyleen's hand with the other. He didn't seemed bothered by it, though I could feel the small prickles of sweat running down his fingers. I attempted to stop my own, though the pentagram over my back burned hot. It was designed for me to glow with my blushing, and since I do that a lot, it was a good choice to make us stand out.

Our brown horse began trotting forward. I attempted to hide my own fear as well as the others had, but it shot up and my pentagram began to glow brightly. The lights were already dim from the hours the Capitols people had been waiting there. It made no sense to me on why they would ever care to watch us get waved to our death.

My heart attempted to stop as I lifted one unsteady hand. I slung it side to side, and many people gave the same gesture back. Zyleen had followed my lead, though he seemed much more hesitant about it. A couple people even blew a kiss at me. I drew my shaky hand to me mouth before releasing one. A couple people seemed to teem over them before attempting to grab one.

Zyleen seemed too uncomfortable to pull his hand from the air. It seemed as if it had a firm grasp on it and couldn't let it go. He was a handsome man after all, I'll admit it. His hair ruffled in front of his eyes as it managed to stick to the top of his forehead. His green eyes scanned the room; they were wide with fear and anticipation. Though nobody ever expected them not to be.

I on the other hand attempted to stop myself from showing any emotion at all. It was hard to conceal my own scarceness and timidness under a mask of emptiness. Though there was no way to hide it, I could see myself on the screen. The red burning into my skin, the freckles lighting up as I took each breath, the deepness in my own eyes. There was no hiding that.