Noodle
"Russel?" I call through the dense trees and foliage. "Russel?" I call again. Still no answer. "RUSSEL!" Thud! I whirl around to face a pair of glowing white eyes. "Shut up man! You wanna get us killed?" I twirl a strand of hair in my fingers. "I'm sorry, Russel. It's just… my name is in this year." He steps out of the shadows; a big, burly young boy with a white long-sleeved cotton button down shirt, red suspenders, blue dress pants, and brown leather hiking boots. He has no hair and his skin is a deep chocolate brown. Where his eyes should be, there are two glowing white orbs. He places a big hand on my petite shoulder. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Baby-Girl. You only put it in once, right?" I nod. "Good." He says with a smile. He steps back. This is what I was hoping for. "A'ight. Give me ya' best shot." I pull out my hunting knife and charge him. He takes a large hand, flips me over, and points the knife at my throat. "Now, if you woulda feigned that attack, you might not be in this situation." He said, dead serious. "Try again." He says as he helps me up. Before I can attack again, the bell tower clock strikes one thirty. "We had better get going, Russel."
~|73rd|~
I stand with my fellow twelve year olds from District 5. We chatter nervously until a man with bright yellow hair, over bronzed skin, hot pink lips, and a turquoise three-piece suit steps up to the microphone. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is indeed a big time for our young ones, is it not?" I look to Russel nervously. He smiles. "Now, Mayor Genevieve." Our mayor takes the microphone to drone about Panem's shady past and then gives the sound waves back to our representative, Michael Worthsburry. "Now, ladies and gentlemen.," He says, flashing us an oddly white smile. "the ladies' tribute." He submerges his hand in the bowl on my side of the field and pulls out a slip of paper. He opens his mouth to reveal the victim…