Foxx's A/N: G'day Matey Poos! *Chest pumps!* I'm a girl who chest pumps people. Awkward, but true, get over it. We've written another chapter, Subject and I. We make good writing partners, eh? Hehe, happy reading, :)
Subject's A/N: Hey there friends o' mine. Here's another Maia POV chapter. We are still working equally, and have still not had any violence. Which is pissing me off. Anyway... Read and Review! :P
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Chapter 4 - When Watching Others Reaped, Maia's POV
It was hard to believe that, just six hours ago, my life was ended by a simple slip of paper bearing my name. Stupid reaping, it's probably rigged. Not that I can change anything. Saxon hasn't said a word since we arrived on the train, which is seriously starting to creep me out. Maybe he's a mute. Or one of those Avoxes our new mentors are whispering about in the corner.
The television before us flickers on, but I'm not sure who's doing it was. The room falls quiet as the recap of the reapings played out on the screen, introduced by the symbol of Panem. I tuned out the first three districts, preferring not to watch the careers, but my attention resurfaced when a loud 'WHAT!' screamed through the speakers. My eyes trained on the male tribute, of average height, with long blond curls falling to his shoulders. I caught his name. Derryl.
I had to admit it, he struck me as cute. I shaked the thoughts away. I can't think about other tributes like that. They're what stands between me and coming home, back to the bad news Jessamine was trying to tell me. The girl tribute from district four, Sasha I recall her name was, was the most adorable twelve-year-old on the planet, if I must say so myself. Although she had a deep, dangerous glint in her eyes that was hard to ignore.
I watched the reaping of the tributes from each district play out one-by-one, a solemn expression on my face. The girl from district six struck me as odd, with a rat-shaped face, upturned nose, squinted eyes, and what appeared to be whiskers, thought it was hard to tell. Not quite catching his name, I decided to call her Rathead.
Then, district seven. I watched as Nicolia wobbled up towards the podium, too fat for her own sense of balance. We could literally see her legs wobbling from the weight. The camera angle accentuated her double chin nicely. Too my right, Nicolia sDerrylered, obviously amused by her 'wobble'.
She must think she looks so perfect. The thought rang throughout my head. As if she deserves to flaunt herself. I watched as she stuck her arm down deep into the bowl and reaped myself. It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience, watching my own self stride towards the podium. I looked a lot more confident than I felt.
At least I didn't let any emotions show. Said a nagging voice in the back of my head. I hushed it to be quiet whilst I watched the rest of the reaping. Saxon looked just as formidable, depressed and slightly intimidating when watched from a different angle. I took a side glance at him sitting on the opposite end of the couch - he showed no reaction to his own moment on the television recap.
The rest of the reapings recap went by rather quickly, but my mind paused at the district ten boy; he looked like a normal boy from ten would, short, thin, almost twig like, with brown hair and eyes the color of mud. But the way he held himself struck me. He continued to stare directly at the camera, and his eyes held a glint of menacing malice. He looked almost feral in his snarl.
I shivered inwardly at the thought of meeting him in the Arena. He looked like the one who could kill you while laughing.
The district elevens were your average bunch, and so were the twelves, except for the girl. There was something off about her. She wasn't intimidating or threatening in any way, but the opposite. She had a crazy out-of-it look to her and a strange waddle to her walk, as if she never quite learned the correct steps her feet need to take. A word pulled at my mind. Autistic. A disease of the mind, in which the way the victim processed information changed with each word.
Depending on the environment, she could either slay us all, or blubber pathetically until someone picked her off. The Capitol representative for the district, a Betsy Guard, looked absolutely appalled at having to shake the hand of this girl. You could see the strain in her face, she obviously wanted to pull away from the 'retard' girl's hand and wipe her palm on her pants, several times. When the broadcast ended with a final flash of the Panem seal, my mentor turned towards Saxon and I.
"That was good guys," Nadelle said softly, nodding towards the now blank screen.
"Well, at least they didn't break into a fit of tears," Damien said absentmindedly, as if he forgot of our presence. My glare aimed towards him was lost when he started staring off into space again. These are probably the worst two mentors in the history of Panem, all they do is stare of into space and mumble soft things every blue moon. I know I should have been grateful towards them, but all I could do was wonder how they won their own Hunger Games. I suddenly felt very alone, and I couldn't help but wish my mom was here to guide me through this.
"I'm going back to my room," I announced softly, standing up from the couch. As I headed back to my assigned bedroom, I couldn't help get my mind off that boy from district four. I knew it was bad to think of him that way, I did.
Stop it, Maia. Don't think about any of the tributes like that, ever. Mentally slapping myself, I slipped passed my door and collapsed onto the bed. It had been a long day, and soon I was deep asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Foxx A/N: You know what, it's so much more fun writing a story joint partners with someone than it is by yourself, like a loner. I think I'm going to do this more often. Don't forget to press that big fat review button below and tell us what you think! Honestly, I go against Subject Matter's violence ideas, but you know, we'll just go with the flow.
Subject A/N: I hoped you lazies liked this installment of Decimated Dreams. I know Foxx agrees that this is so much better working with a partner. I still think the story needs a little more violence, but what'dya know! I might get lucky. Don't listen to Foxx spoil my fun...