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Glimmers POV:
It's a three-day ride to the Capitol, and tonight is the first night from home.
Aunt C and Uncle G have attempted to cohere me from my room to talk to Damask, but he is a stuck up prick so you see why I'm avoiding him.
I'm currently watching what they call the Pre-Capitol Analysis. Basically they take our social standings, our build, and what little they can tell from the reaping's.
"From D1 we have Damask Romanfell and the lovely Glimmer Halestorm. If you remember the last name Halestorm, it's no coincidence. Her sister Lunae volunteered for her in the 71st the girl was eighteen, such a misfortune. And before Lunae the girl lost her sister Breeze in the 68th Hunger Games who was 17, and in the 65th her brother Marble won but later was shot and killed. Vicious cycle really. It was five years ago her father killed himself." I tighten; everyone in Panem knows that now, that very private tidbit. "Glimmer Halestorm is five foot four, at only one hundred and ten pounds. She is only sixteen but has been in Academy for the last twelve years. Very pretty, very sweet seeming." I let out a sigh.
"Now to Damask Romanfell, age eighteen, handsome, six foot, one hundred seventy pounds, and has been in Academy for the last fifteen!" I kick the blankets off and glare at the footage of the two of us being reaped.
"From District Two we have Valeska Mason and Cato Hadley." The picture of Valeska makes her look like a friggen goddess.
Long honey colored hair, piercing blue eyes, tall, thin, busty, and strong… damn.
She'd snap my neck in five seconds. "Valeska is five foot seven, one hundred and forty pounds, age eighteen, and has odds of 3-1!"
"Now to Cato Hadley, he volunteered this year, confident young man!" The man with blue hair says.
The woman with bright pink hair nods, "Has every reason to be, six foot, lean, toned, one hundred and ninety pounds, and also has odds of 3-1"
"Dammit Glim, you know you're not supposed to watch pre-game analysis!" Aunt Cashmere scolds as she walks in, she quickly turns my telly off.
She lets out a long sigh and moves to sit next tome on my bed.
"You did a brave thing. I'm sorry your Uncle and I weren't there. Glimmer, look at me, please."
Aunt Cashmere recently got married, to a victor, Platinum Crawford. Cashmere Luxburry-Crawford. They have a baby on the way. Cashmere, Gloss, and my mum have never been super close, all living in separate cities, but all of them past victors.
Uncle Gloss was around a few times after dad died, but he too gave up on my mum. I was the only one who didn't.
I stay silent. "You kept my sister alive… hell I'm your Aunt. I should have been there." I nod, she should have.
"Please leave me alone, you should be used to doing that by now…" I snatch the remote back and flip the telly back on.
God I'm a masochist.
Eventually she leaves me with the telly, until the sun goes down and I fall into slumber.
I stare out the window, all I can think of are my sisters. How they're at home, probably watching how I have one of the lowest odds.
"Are you ok Glim?"
I don't turn to face Damask. Don't want to.
"What do you think Damask!? You think this is just some fucking field trip!? Do you fucking realize that we both might die painfully in a week!? God you're so thick!" I hate him, his easy life, and his oblivion.
I can feel his gaze boring into my back. "No you're the one who is thick Glim. You think I don't know that? I was your boyfriend throughout everything then you just left me." I swallowed; he was indeed my boyfriend from age twelve to fifteen. Whoop dee freakin whoop.
"Yea? Well I didn't need your shit Damask. Half my family had just died and all you wanted was a trophy girlfriend. I was done being fake, and you're so determined to live in your fairytale world where running to your death is encouraged! I won't do that to myself though. I won't." I whisper the last part. "So get out. Now."
Cato POV:
"Valeska, how're you and your beau?" I question, very bored, and very tired.
She rolls her eyes, "Well we were great but then I volunteered so we aren't perfect." She says with a wicked laugh.
She isn't one for feelings, or relationships.
"But enough about me my dearest Cato, how are you planning to devour that little pixie from D1, because I know she is just your type, small, innocent, broken."
It's true. I've thought about her, but she looks like so much more than a one-night stand.
"I might say hey to her, get to know her. If we were home she would be an option for a serious girlfriend… she looks like the kind of girl who would be easy to love, to fall for, unlike you"
She sticks her tongue out and laughs, Valeska really isn't awful, she's like that older sister who never shuts the fuck up no matter what.
We sit in silence watching the reaping's. Only three or four people stand out for career pack potential.
The girl from twelve, Vicky Goodwin, the boy from seven, Rowan Oxford, the girl from four, Kai Sweeney, and the girl from eight, Calico Greenson.
"That boy from one seems like a prick, did you see how unhappy Glimmer was to be partnered with him? Cato? Are you even listening to me?"
"Hmm?" I hum, staring at the replaying of ones reaping.
Damn that little thing, Glimmer, is cute. Her smile so… natural. I can't wait to meet this beauty.
Glimmers POV:
Today or train meets with District twos and we ride the last day together.
I'm quite intimidated to meet these two ruthless looking people.
I try to make myself comfortable on the sofa, Damask is still lounging in bed, which is fine.
The train pulls to an unceremonious stop and I finally just burry my head in the fucking pillows. I hear the doors slide open and a group of footsteps Some angry sounding lady barks out for the tributes to go to the seating area. Done, already here.
I hear the two people shuffle into the room but I make no move to well, move. I just continue lying on the couch face down. Maybe they'll assume I'm dead. That would be nice.
"Glimmer I assume?" I hear a male voice speak, a hint of amusement floating around.
I allow myself to giggle before sitting up and staring at the gorgeous specimen they call Cato.
"Hmm don't go assuming Cato Hadley, it makes an ass out of you."