Sunrise (Finished)

"A Career doesn't need to 'look' like a Career to be a killer." Pystan scratched the curve of her face with one finger. "I do realize I will have to kill. I'll kill for my family, for the Capitol. I must, and I will do it proudly." Happiness reeked from her face. "I wonder why you say that, Mel. I'm confused a lot about that."

Pystan furrowed her brows up while still smiling. "I've been raised to kill, and I accepted my obligation to my country and family. It would be hard for me to accept your views like it's hard for you to accept mine." Sigh. "I'm proud of the position; I'm proud that I was considered to kill for honor.

The girl spoke with more cheer: "People will die by my hands, for the sake of the Capitol, for normal causes, whatever. All of it is normal." Her smile became more natural. "You can try talking to my little brother about your views. He's more... sympathetic, is the word I believe. It's not going to work on me. I know what I must do."

Pystan bulged her eyes, breathing deeply. Her heart sometimes hurt knowing what she had to say, what she was raised to do, yet the pride and honor overflowed and encroached over the soul inside.

She had a bitter smile plastered on. "I could; but, that could never happen. There will never be two female District 3 Tributes. That's in the Capitol rules." Her smile regained sweetness. "Stop being so silly, Mel."

Pystan was stirring with anger, forming a violent volcano. "That was because that was a Quarter Quell! Why change to double the amount when this is no special year?!"

Furious and melancholy tears formed in her sockets, but she was trying to hold them back, biting her cheek. Her frustration and rage were peaking to heavenly heights. "I will kill! I'll kill all of you to the best of my ability! And you can all laugh when I die! Then applaud for my little brother!" Pystan piped, "I know I'm going to die! I know I'm not going to win!! I've ALWAYS known!"

Her mixed-green eyes shook in a quaky manner, too unpredictable and random. The blond was wiping away evidence of weakness. "My parents smiled more for my little brother than me. I know I'm going to lose, but I got to do my best. With a smile." Her knees caved in and a loud thud produced. Pystan let no droplets fall from her eyes or stream down her face.

"Have to, Mel." Pystan refused help and shakily stood on her own. She was still quaking and almost ready to collapse again. "I love little children. They're so innocent and adorable." Her arms crossed over each other. "The Capitol would love them, but I put on a better show." The cheeriness shown, masked in tattered pride.

She glowed more, this time naturally. "It's silly of me to be sad for long. I'm a person more for smiles, anyways. That's my selling point. Thanks, though. For the apology."

(Okay. lol Wrote up quite a lengthy one at the reaping. xD )

Pystan had entirely cleansed herself of weakness and was smiling brightly to Mel and the mother. "Yes. Today is going to be stressful but fun." The blond bowed to them both. "Thank you, madam. I'll change quickly and leave. I need to return to get ready for the reaping, if you don't mind my rudeness."

She took her clothes and switched back into them in the bathroom. Folded neatly, the girl laid the borrowed ones on Mel's bed, rushing herself. "I'm sorry I can't pay back for the kindness. It was nice meeting you, madam, Mel. I have to leave immediately. May reaping day be fair to you two."

Hastily, Pystan left the building frowning. She ran home as carefully and quickly as she could, trying her best to smile and keep balance. Today was going to be fun, unlike the encounter.

(Sorry if I left you nothing to say. @_@ )