Jay's costume is almost exactly like mine, but his scales are a soft golden color and the gauze fins down his spine are blue. His costume splits at his waist and, unlike mine, continues into knee-length pants. Our chariot has been decked out with festoons of seaweed-like cloth and shells of every type imaginable.
When we roll out along the pink-and-yellow road of the capitol, Our ears are assaulted سے طرف کی applause and cheers. جے smiles his crooked smile, glances my way, and waves at the crowd, indicating I should do the same, so I do. Glancing at Jay, I realize that his smile is a little fixed. I wonder if he's thinking about the same thing I am: If we die, they'll probably forget we ever existed within a week.
They've seen costumes like ours before, and they'll see them again. In all our splendor, even with all our training, here we are. Forgettable. Vulnerable. Dispensable.
The thought only strengthens my resolve to win. To دکھائیں them that I'm مزید than just another tribute in the ever-changing pool.
The chariot glides to a stop. The cameras are flashing from tribute pair to tribute pair.
The district one pair- The screen flashes up their names, Charisma (The girl), and Essence (The boy) - Are dressed in matching white jumpsuits and glittery diamond capes to represent their district's job, "Luxury".
The district Two kids- Taffy (The girl), and Marr (The boy)- wear grey, bulky costumes textured like rocks. It fits for the masonry district.
District three- I only catch the girl's name, Tabitha, Are dressed in enormous gear costumes. Their district is "Technology".
Then the camera flashes to us. I look مزید beautiful than I feel. My name, Arielle, flashes in golden lettering beneath my smiling face. A great number of cheers erupt from the crowd.
Then it's on to district five. Only a few tributes stick in my mind:
Brutus, the enormous, muscular tribute from nine,
A twelve سال old girl from five,
The twins from 11, who are named Rhea and Ronald,
and an 18-year-old girl- who's almost as broad across as she is tall, with a squashed-in face- from seven.
We pull into the training center. I look from face to face to face. I try to imagine them dead. I find that I can't.
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END OF CHAPTER 7
Sorry I didn't update for so long.
I was in West Virginia
And volunteering at a church.
Please become a پرستار if آپ enjoyed this :)
When we roll out along the pink-and-yellow road of the capitol, Our ears are assaulted سے طرف کی applause and cheers. جے smiles his crooked smile, glances my way, and waves at the crowd, indicating I should do the same, so I do. Glancing at Jay, I realize that his smile is a little fixed. I wonder if he's thinking about the same thing I am: If we die, they'll probably forget we ever existed within a week.
They've seen costumes like ours before, and they'll see them again. In all our splendor, even with all our training, here we are. Forgettable. Vulnerable. Dispensable.
The thought only strengthens my resolve to win. To دکھائیں them that I'm مزید than just another tribute in the ever-changing pool.
The chariot glides to a stop. The cameras are flashing from tribute pair to tribute pair.
The district one pair- The screen flashes up their names, Charisma (The girl), and Essence (The boy) - Are dressed in matching white jumpsuits and glittery diamond capes to represent their district's job, "Luxury".
The district Two kids- Taffy (The girl), and Marr (The boy)- wear grey, bulky costumes textured like rocks. It fits for the masonry district.
District three- I only catch the girl's name, Tabitha, Are dressed in enormous gear costumes. Their district is "Technology".
Then the camera flashes to us. I look مزید beautiful than I feel. My name, Arielle, flashes in golden lettering beneath my smiling face. A great number of cheers erupt from the crowd.
Then it's on to district five. Only a few tributes stick in my mind:
Brutus, the enormous, muscular tribute from nine,
A twelve سال old girl from five,
The twins from 11, who are named Rhea and Ronald,
and an 18-year-old girl- who's almost as broad across as she is tall, with a squashed-in face- from seven.
We pull into the training center. I look from face to face to face. I try to imagine them dead. I find that I can't.
__________________________________________
END OF CHAPTER 7
Sorry I didn't update for so long.
I was in West Virginia
And volunteering at a church.
Please become a پرستار if آپ enjoyed this :)
This is written completely سے طرف کی me so don't آپ dare steal it! If آپ do use it, remember to credit me, یا else! This was inspired سے طرف کی THG & My friend Nadia (Nahh-Deee-Aaahh)
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause آپ never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week پہلے
but آپ never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of آپ im blind in the eye
I must admit آپ didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
آپ see, i was quite hungry
and آپ didnt give me
That pie when i told آپ i needed it
But now آپ can see what آپ have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause آپ never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week پہلے
but آپ never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of آپ im blind in the eye
I must admit آپ didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
آپ see, i was quite hungry
and آپ didnt give me
That pie when i told آپ i needed it
But now آپ can see what آپ have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
(Credit to xitsdanielle on tumblr)
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
آپ better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
آپ better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
آپ better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
آپ better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.