"I can manage, thanks" Cato growls towards his own peacekeepers, they shove him even more roughly into the car. My own door slams shut and I smirk at him. He grunts at my expression but otherwise pretends that I'm not there. That we're not here. That we aren't off to- "So Mr. Chauffeur, where are we off to today?"
Despite his large muscular presence and off-putting demeanor Cato could be quite the charmer (although charming was not his goal when he asked where we were going). The stranger driving ignored Cato, beginning to drive carefully.
Orchid sits in the passenger seat of the car, she smiles at us, completely delighted in the tributes this year. She begins rambling on about what a great games it is going to be and I soon am able to zone her out. Although she is full Capitol with her cotton candy hair, non-mistakingly posh accent, and luxurious fabrics she is smart and has thoroughly reviews both Cato and I's files. While they deny it, even District 2's escorts play a role in choosing volunteers for the Hunger Games. Orchid is responsible to read over files of the top 5 students at each academy and watch endless video footage of them in combat. Her most important responsibility would be to choose angles that could work for each of the prospective tributes. While she does not get a final say in tribute choice, District 2 officials allow her to insert her bias towards certain tributes.
"Wonderful, we've arrived" Orchid exclaims. "Best behavior!" As if we weren't being trained for this the entirety of our lives.
Cato and I exit the vehicle and walked staggered towards the train that awaits our appearences. Orchid smiles brightly but does not both waving as she knows everyone here wants to see Cato and I, the top picks of the academy that year. Everyone shouts and many young children wave and smile shyly towards us, I flash them a knowing smirk in return which is the sought after response in district 2, especially coming from a tribute.
While many people believe everyone in district 2 is born just to be put in the games they are mistaken, at least with many families. But with the games, instead of whithering away we are taught to defend ourselves. We learn how to wield swords, stab with knives, and shoot bows and arrows but not because parents enjoy seeing their children kill, because they enjoy seeing their children survive. That is also not the case with every family, many people did actually love seeing their children slash a dummy into pieces, these were the ones to become tributes. If you thirst for blood, then your own won't be spilled. A saying that has been passed on through my family and many of the other rougher children's families.
I don't crave the taste of blood, but I can't help but to admit there is something so satisfying when my knives are sunken all the way to the handle in a human shaped dummy.
~ Hope you guys enjoy the update, probably going to rereupdate this chapter but I wanted to get something fresh up for you to read. I hope this helps to understand Clove's mind a little better, while I don't see her as a blood thirsty killer I do see her as sadistic. P.S. I forgot I already updated chapter 3 so I have to remake this and that one together for final chapter 3, but this will be chapter 4 as of right now. ~