It was ten minutes after the scores were announced. Drucilla had the worst of the Careers, tied with Marina. She was more worried about Amber. "Your sister wishes to speak to you. Your father and brother are here as well." Drucilla sighed. Victors, even if they weren't mentors, were invited to the Capitol during the games to watch as a spectator. Her sister had never come after winning, and their father had never brought Masen—and Drucilla only once—along before.
Drucilla suddenly felt even sicker knowing that Elda was going to be there along with their father, and for the first time the teenager finally processed how old her brother was since she had been reaped. No six year old should have to see their sister die.
Elda, Ajax, and Masen entered. Elda was screaming. "An eight? Really? That was the worst of all your allies! You idiot. You and your little friend from Four better watch out for your partners. You'll be the first two dead when it comes to the final six! That loser from seven scored the same as you! You're a freaking legacy. You're making us look bad! I was so much better than you. I had a ten!"
Ajax cut in. "You want to be known as the first Ramirez to die in the Games?"
"Yes! I do actually. Thanks for your concern, dearest father and sister."
Elda looked taken aback, like she'd never realized what her sister had been thinking for the past 15 years of her life, that she'd rather die in the games than give her family anymore unneeded attention.
"Whatever. Die for all I care." Ajax mumbled. Elda just looked insulted. She opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it, and turned and walked out, holding Masen's little hand.
Enobaria brushed Drucilla's long red hair. Her stylist was running late, and the mentor wanted to speak to her in private, so she had ushered her into the bathroom adjourned in, brush in hand.
Does the Capitol have cameras in the bathroom? She wasn't sure, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
When Drucilla's stylist finally appeared, she was forced into a blue dress with only one shoulder and way too many sparkles. It fell to her knees." She hated it. Sure, it was pretty, but it wasn't her style. She didn't like blue. She liked white. White was the color of innocence, something Drucilla wished they could have in Two.
Another crown was on her head, just like during the opening ceremonies. This one was silver, though.
She entered the interview room. Her eyes fell immediately on Amber, dressed in a knee-length dark orange gown, nowhere near as flashy as Drucilla's.
Amber was looking around. Drucilla hoped she was looking for her. Don't worry, Drucilla wanted to tell her. I didn't do very well either.
The brat from One goes on first. The rest of the tributes sat around in a semicircle around the stage like normal, like every other year. The only difference was that Caesar had dyed his hair bright yellow this year, so he looked like a sun.
The girl from One was playing up a stuck-up prissy angle apparently. Drucilla stuck her tongue at her, causing everyone to laugh, even Caesar. Drucilla hadn't been meaning for everyone to notice, but it was too late to take it back.
"Well… It appears we have a bit of rivalry between the girls from 1 and 2. Both are legacy volunteers by the way. This is going to be one interesting Games."
Drucilla had no clue that Ruby was a legacy tribute, and now the teen was worried what the implication behind it could mean for her. Her eyes found her sisters in the victor's section. Oddly, Elda looked pleased. Drucilla's eyes went to Enobaria. Her expression was unreadable, worrying Drucilla.
The buzzer went off, signaling the end of Ruby's interview, relieving Drucilla.
Drucilla ignored the boy from Ruby's district entirely, and almost missed her cue because of it. She sat down. As soon as she did Caesar asked the inevitable question about her "feud" with Ruby.
She laughed, deciding to play it off as one giant joke. "No rivalry," The auburn-haired girl said. "Just having harmless fun, just one legacy to another."
Caesar laughed. "Speaking of legacies…How excited are you about for your chance to compete to give your family and district glory this year?" Drucilla felt disgusted by the people in the audience, clapping, clapping for her. Her family's were the loudest.
She felt sick, but decided to try to avoid the question as subtly as possible. "Honestly? I'm more excited by this dress I'm wearing. Isn't it gorgeous?" No, the girl thought in her head.
Elda looked confused, and Drucilla recognized her mistake. Elda knew Drucilla well enough that she knew she hated sparkles, and Drucilla realized that her sister would call her out on it.
Drucilla tried to calm her anxiety, and went on, hoping to distract Elda. "Also, I really want to know what this year's arena looks like. Hope it's not like last year's 'Tree-less Winter Wonderland.' So boring, am I right?" The people in the audience seemed to agree, relieving her.
"True that, Drucilla. Anyway, you're such a charming girl. Is there are a man back in Two lucky enough to have such a girl like you."
There it is, the moment of truth. She locked eyes with her father. "Well, I do have a boyfriend in Two. He came to visit me after the reaping."
Elda's raised an eyebrow. Her father just looked confused.
"What did he tell you?" Caesar asked, drawing in the distracted girl's attention again.
"He told me that he loves me." She knew she was blushing. Great, Elda is going to kill me, she thought.
She listened to Marina's interview, noticing her angle was being quiet, but kind. No doubt her mentor was just as pissed as Drucilla's family.
Most of the others weren't interesting. In fact, she paid little attention. The boy from
Ten apparently likes to sing, and the boy from Eleven's eighteen-year-old sister was supposed to be getting married the day after the reaping. That's all she got from them.
She felt sorry for Amber. She was so close to escaping. She only had this year and the next, but both her and her brother were reaped. It wasn't fair. Nothing in Panem was fair.
Onyx was up next after her. He avoided all questions except for the last one. "So, Onyx." The boy just glared at him. "Do you have a lover back home?"
Onyx smiled, the first time he had a single bit of emotion for two and a half minutes. "Why yes, I do. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. I love him."
The audience awhed, Caesar smiled.
Onyx's buzzer went off.
Drucilla thought of Onyx's interview, letting his words process. Just like herself, he had a boyfriend back home that he was fighting to get back to. But he had a family to return to as well, and a sister who would have to die for him to return.
He was so worse off than her.
Drucilla wanted to die right there.
Why wait for the games?
She never wanted to win anyway.
I think I need to stop making gay OC's for no real reason. This is my second HG fanfic I've done it for.