Isadora Waite 3rd Person

Pained screams filled the large bedroom, it wasn't from the twenty year old who occupied it, but the female tribute on her giant tv. The female tribute from District 8 had just got her throat slit open by a boy from District 1. Quickly the twenty year old girl, grabs the remote and rewinds the clip. She grabs her note book and leans forward, examining the boy's movement before he attacks the District 8 girl.

She was only studying the games incase she was to be reaped again, though she highly doubted it. Reaping for the 175th Quarter Quell was at noon, she was studying out of boredom, and if she was reaped again, she did not want to disappoint her parents, Nichola and Fleece. After all, it has been four years since she had been in the Hunger Games. She snickers with a smirk, she remembers smashing people like flies while she was in the arena, it was so simple, as if they all knew she was going to be the victor.

It was even like that when she was finally allowed to the training center, she fought her way to the top, if someone was in her way, she would find out their secrets and use them against that particular person. Her favorite secrets were the ones that nobody was suppose to know. She remembers having to fight Diamond Ambree for the right to volunteer, it was the day of their fight when she trapped Diamond in the locker room. All she had to say was, "I know your secret. Do what I say, because I own your ass now." It scared Diamond so bad that she hardly fought for the right to volunteer.

A knock on the front door catches her attention, she pauses the tv and gets up from her bed. She knew exactly who it was, Larissa Dunder, her actual friend. The brunette had agreed the night before to help her get ready for Reaping. "Isadora!" Larissa says with a smile, Isadora smiles back and lets her in. "How is Nichola and Fleece?" Larissa asks as she follows Isadora to the bedroom. "Good." Isadora answers quietly. Isadora had changed into her simple black dress, that ends right above her knees. Around her waist is a white bow which causes the skirt part of the dress, to be looser then the top. Isadora sat on her makeup stool as Larissa pinned her hair to one side. It was days like this that she missed her stylists, it was surprising when they became close, if she is sent back into the games, she hopes to have them again.

Isadora looks at her reflection in the mirror, Isadora is about 5 foot 7 with an athletic build, her waist length, thick, wavy, hair was light brown with tents of dark red from when, she convinced the stylists to dye her hair dark red. Her grey eyes, are wide and round, by her right eye is a scar that travels from the corner of her eye to the top of her eyebrow. Her skin wasn't like most victors from District 1, she has light and fair skin, with light freckles dusted upon her nose and cheeks, most female victors hide theirs with make up, she likes them, they add to her creepy appearance.

A knock at the door had the two girls confused, who could that be? Isadora was not expecting Demetrius or Jasmine until after Reaping. Isadora stands up and walks to the door, answering it she finds her parents. "Isadora," Nichola says simply before moving past her, into the house. Fleece smiles, giving Isadora a hug before following after Nichola, "What are you two doing here? Reaping is in like twenty minutes." She asks, Nichola looks at her. "We thought it would be nice to drop by, our home is only two house down after all." Fleece says before her husband could speak. Isadora raises a brow, it wasn't that she and her parents did not have a decent relationship, it was just the fact they actually stopped by before Reaping.

Nicola clears his throat, "We also wanted to wish you luck incase you are reaped again, we know you will be very successful. Reaped or not." Nichola says looking at her, very serious. Isadora feels fear from his words, she quickly pushes it away, she will not be reaped so why should she stress it?

Isadora sat on stage beside her fellow victors, two ironically being her most loyal followers. Demetrius Faxen and Jasmine Zander. Demetrius wanted to be reaped again, he wanted more to his name, he wanted to be the first second time victor. That only made Isadora want to be Reaped, just to be able to make her parents proud once more. She picks at her nails with boredom, she doesn't care to pay attention to the escort, Zena. The woman was a very proud one, better then last year's, the one from last year was a mess, trembling everywhere.

Demetrius is about to elbow her when Isadora sends him a glare, instantly causing him to freeze in place. She turns her attention to Zena as she approaches the Reaping bowl. "Isadora Waite!" Isadora almost breaks her nails when she hears Zena's loud voice. Ignoring the shock, she stands up and flicks her hair over her shoulder, showing pride and confidence in herself. Isadora locks eyes with Fleece, who looks very proud and hopeful. "Next our men, Gage Williams!" Zena says sounding star struck. This causes Isadora to look behind her, only to see the 153rd Hunger Games victor moving to stand next her.

He was well known for snapping necks, she in fact used his technique to end someone's life during her Hunger Game. She feels slyness seep in when she looks him in the eye, she knew exactly what her plan was then there.

Gage Williams 3rd Person

The smell of smoke and sweat still floated amongst the past victor's home. He carefully walks around the shattered glass on the floor, he hadn't realized how crazy the party had gotten until the next morning. He watched the Avoxes clean the floor while he enjoys a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. It had been a long night but he found it very worth it, his hangover was slowly easing up, he just hoped it was completely gone by time Reaping came along.

Absentmindedly he rubs his badly bent nose, from all the times it had been broken, he wasn't proud of his drunk fights, but he knew very well that he knew what he was doing, when the other person looked worse then himself. He chokes on his orange juice remembering he had a lady friend over last night, he glances about the room for the woman but soon gives up, remembering her leaving in a huff last night. He begins to laugh loudly causing the Avoxes to look at him confused, "Get back to work!" He barks, the two women Avoxes nearly jump out of their skin as they went back to cleaning.

Having three Avoxes was a hassle especially when they do not want to listen, he ought to remove their fingers as punishment! He violently shakes his head and marches for the bathroom, he didn't care to check and see if all his guest from last night had left yet. They can show themselves out. He stands outside of the shower and peels his sweaty clothes off, he carefully turns the water on as hot, as he could get without burning himself and climbs in. Even though he did not care what anyone thought of him, he knows he needed to clean up for Reaping.

He hopes to be Reaped again, maybe then President Rossi will quit making him work the corners of the Capital. Nothing makes him feel more uncomfortable then that. He did not fully understand President Rossi's reasoning to this year's Quarter Quell. Why does District 1, 2, and 4 have to send two past victors when the rest do not? He found it stupid, either way, District 1 will dominate, especially if he is Reaped. While he was in the Capital for the first time, he was being mentored by his older brother, Sew, he didn't fully like it, mostly because Sew kept flirting with his fellow mentor, Silky.

Since becoming a victor of the 153rd Hunger Games, he had stopped training as hard as he had while growing up, he didn't ever think he would have an second chance at being Reaped, he had looked for a new hobby. Going to the remains of District 12 was something that grew on him, he liked to go through debris and try to find something to bring back to District 1 for himself. He once found a mocking jay pin, but as soon as he picked it up, it was forcefully taken away by a peacekeeper. He was able to continue on his small treasure hunt but didn't find anything else that was as interesting as the mocking jay pin. He wouldn't be surprised if it was taken to the Victors Museum as an old artifact, if it was he deserved some credit for finding it!

The sound of the bathroom door causes him to pause, he leans out of the shower to see his male Avox putting towels up in the cabinets. "What the fuck, do you think you're doing?!" He barks startling the Avox, the male Avox raises his hands in defense and points at the cabinet. Blinded with anger, the past Victor reaches for his fancy, Capital body wash and chunks it at the Avox's head. Out of fear the Avox runs from the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The man shakes his head, the stupid Avox had ruined his shower, he might as well get out.

After changing into his black suit, he walks into the living room to find a note left on the coffee table. He picks it up out of curiosity. "Gage, I had to leave early. Mother was getting worried, see you tonight? Love Feather." He reads aloud, he lets out a groan of annoyance realizing he had forgotten about his girlfriend. The girl was a beauty but she was too smart for her own good sometimes, he was surprised she never grew up in the training center like most District 1 people. Gage drops the note on the couch and moves to the big, bay window. It was nearing time for Reaping, he needs to get his ass out there before he's late.

Gage sits on the stage, next to him was his brother who kept coughing, and on his other side was an nice looking woman, who acted like she was too good for him. The Escort, Zena, was in a very unflattering, pale, yellow dress. Her heels looked to be painful at every step she took, she kind of reminded him of his Escort from 22 years ago. By now, she is most likely already retired. Gage had actually kind of liked her, she was nice and didn't seem fake like most people from the Capital.

Gage was tempted to Volunteer, but he then remembered Volunteering was not allowed for this Quarter Quell. He scoffs aloud, earning himself odd looks from his fellow Victors. He narrows his eyes to look tough, it works when he hears cheers ring out. He wants to laugh when he sees the glare he gets from his brother. Zena reached inside the Reaping bowl to call out for the first tribute. "Isadora Waite!" Zena says loudly. Gage instantly recognizes the creepy girl, she is District 1's most recent Victor. She isn't someone he would trust, especially if he was to be Reaped.

Zena moves to the next Reaping bowl and plunges her hand right into it, with excitement she pulls out a slip of paper and moves to the microphone to announce the male tribute. "Next our men, Gage Williams!" Zena sounded star struck announcing his name, he is filled with excitement, he stands up and moves to stand next to the much younger girl, at 5 foot 10, he only stood three inches taller then her but they both know, one of them will cause the death of the other.

Train Rides

The duo sit in the dinner cart with Zena, who has yet taken her eyes off of Gage. Isadora looks at the woman, "You were going to say something?" She asks masking her irritation. Zena jumps and looks at the twenty year old. "Oh yes, when you get to the Capital. You two will be cleaned and dressed for the video ceremony." Zena says slowly, as if she had to think about what she was going to say. "What about the Chariot rides?" Gage asks, Zena laughs like it was the funniest thing she's ever heard. "President Rossi, believes it is a good idea to show videos of your best moments and how you won. Is it a grand idea?" Zena asks turning nervous toward the end of her sentence.

It wasn't a great idea, now Isadora couldn't play the innocent card like she had planed. She presses her lips together out of annoyance and reaches for a apple to hide it. Gage didn't seemed bothered by any of this, it is evident to her that he will be expecting sponsors. She bites into her apple, thinking of ways to get inside of his head, all she knew so far was, that he has a girlfriend and throws many parties. She could get him drunk before the Games and try to throw off his skills, she grins into her apple, what a perfect plan it is.

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