Romerie Bliss, 22 Y/O, District Ten
Victor of the 59th Hunger Games
Romerie's heart sank as Sanne fled the Career pack. She'd been doing so well… She cheered Sanne on in her head. Ashae, sitting next to her to monitor her male tribute from Nine, watched intently while gripping Romerie's hand, which she was grateful for.
She'd watched this happen so many times over the years. Too many years. District Ten usually died in the bloodbath, or made it about halfway through before they stumbled upon some mutt or tribute. But Sanne was in the final seven. The three Careers had decided to go hunting, and the Gamemakers had shoved them towards Sanne. Ashae winced next to her, and Romerie loosened her grip to see the redhead's hand was paler than usual. They exchanged a small, nervous smile before turning their attention back to the screen.
Sanne tripped over a gnarled tree root. A lump rose in Romerie's throat as her stomach sank even further, down with her heart. No, Sanne. Get up! Get up, dammit!
The blonde girl from One arrived first and pounced. Get up! Sanne! Get up, dammit!
Ashae looked away. The boy and girl arrived and waited while the girl made long work of her. Sanne screamed and squirmed and cried out for help, shrieking with all her might. The pleas slowly dwindled down in volume until it was small, pitiful whispers coming from her tribute's mouth. "Someone. Please…" whispered the bloody mess that was Sanne. Romerie found herself no longer wishing that Sanne would run away, but that the cruel Career would end it already. The blonde raised her head and winked at the camera slyly while she sank the knife into Sanne's throat. Blood bubbled from the twelve-year-old's mouth as the cannon fired. The blonde stood and blew a kiss at the camera before running off with her allies.
Romerie couldn't look away as the camera zoomed in on Sanne's now-dead body. Ashae hugged her tightly. Romerie took deep breaths, fighting tears and anger that the girl had been so cruel. A glance around the room revealed the other mentors eyeing the big screen, where the scenes the rest of Panem was seeing were televised. Sanne was being shown there too. Many looked queasy, even the Mentors who had been Careers back in their Games.
Romerie buried her head in her hands. Sanne was gone. She couldn't get the image of her tribute calling out the names of her loved ones, of her friends, of her fellow tribute (even though he was already dead), of her escort, Caesar, anyone who came to mind. That included Romerie, of course. Romerie's name was one of the most often that popped up in her screams.
There would definitely be nightmares for her tonight. And Sanne had joined the list of tributes she had failed thus far. Which meant all of the tributes she had mentored. She just wanted one tribute, just one… one was all she needed… Would it kill anyone to let one of her tributes live? Actually, yes, it would, but still… Sanne's face flashed before her, screaming her name again, and Romerie finally succumbed to tears.
Once again, District Ten was out of the running for the Hunger Games.
-Hey, everyone! We've begun placing our submitted tributes in Districts, as you can see. Don't forget to spread the word!
~the muggles