Priscilla Lovelace [D4]

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Priscilla Lovelace [D4] Sept 1, 2013 11:37:45 GMT -5

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An angry storm had swept through the living room of the Lovelace home. Fragments of broken glass remained unswept as the camera crews knocked on their door, waiting to conduct Priscilla's second interview. She had been informed that she would be interviewed a third time after this, once a victor was crowned for the 64th Hunger Games.

The first time, she had smiled. "How do you feel now that Locust is among the last eight tributes remaining?"

"Proud! She has done well."

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Today, she did not smile.

Her golden hair was wrapped tightly in a bun. Sea blue eyes stared at the capitolites as they strolled into her home, grimacing at the condition of the living room. As they tried to tidy up the area to set up cameras and lights, the make-up artists pulled her into a chair bombarded her with their products. Normally she would be honored and pleased to receive such treatment, as if she were a beautiful queen preparing to stand before her people. Now she didn't care what they used to cover her thin cheeks and color her lips. She ignored their comments about the red flush around her eyelids and didn't protest when they smeared a peachy pigment to conceal it. She stood motionless when their hands invaded her space, fumbling to smooth any wrinkles in her skirt. "Why aren't you wearing the red skirt? Red makes your eyes pop!" Today she was wearing green, because that was not her favorite color. It was Locust's.

"Have a seat, Priscilla. It's nice to see you again."

She couldn't say the same about them.

"First I must ask you, how are you feeling about yesterday's events?"

Regret, sorrow, rage, helplessness, ferocity. There was a hurricane of emotion swirling inside of her head and without barriers she would be tossing their cameras out the window. "I'm still mourning."

"How has this affected your opinion of the Games? Do you have a new favorite?"

"No, I will never have a new favorite. Locust was my little sister and the only tribute worthy of victory." She squeezed the arm of her chair and tightened her jaw. She was technically dissing all of the remaining tributes by saying such a thing, but who would dare try to say that she had no right to be biased toward her own sister? They would never be bound by blood, but that didn't mean they couldn't be family.

"But if you had to choose a new favorite, who would you want to win?"

"Opal or Xanthus."

"And why is that? Because they're careers?"

"Because they didn't hurt my sister."

"So would you describe yourself as overprotective of Locust, then?"

She bit her lip, because the answer was no. After Locust had been adopted everything had been awkward, but peaceful. Then over the years as she invited her to train with herself and her friends the relationship had taken an unexpected spiral into something hostile. She hadn't known how severely her strong personality contrasted with Locust's, and was never aware how her pride would steer the girl away. When the pranks started, she thought it was just cruel, innocent fun on Locust's behalf. In exchange Priscilla would mock in the midst of training, because how could a career win by building traps and hiding in the trees? She had always been taught to strike first, ask questions later and barrel forward without fear. It was all about strength and the glory of brave bloodshed. For Locust, it had been all about carefully calculated strategy, silence, patience, and waiting. Admittedly she was not patient enough to understand Locust's tactics, but watching her in the Games had made her realize that a career was a career, and therefore a killer was a killer, whether they used her own strategy or not.

She only wished that she had been overprotective. If she could apologize, she would, but Mikhail Ivashkov had destroyed that option with one thrust of his blade.

"No. Locust has never needed protection."

"Not until the Games, right?"

She knew the direction they were heading. She had prepared herself for this.

"She died a warrior's death, no matter what anyone says."

"She certainly did, but what did you think of that fight? Yaa could've saved her, don't you agree?"

"But she didn't, and that's all that matters to me."

"She cared about Locust, so why do you think she chose not to save her?"

"You can't care about someone unless you are willing to fight for their life." She was sitting on the edge of her seat, glowering at the cameras because she knew where her real audience would be. She wanted to look into their eyes, and she wanted to look straight into the soul of the future victor - be it Yaa or one of the others. "I don't believe she truly cares about Locust. She is a coward, and I have no respect for her."

"What will you do if she wins?"

She paused. There wasn't much she could do if the girl actually won. Avenging her sister's death was not an option; victors were impervious, untouchable, practically royalty. She would be executed for leaving even a scratch on somebody so adored by The Capitol. She would be helpless yet again, muttering worthless apologies to a sister she knew would crave vengeance. What could she do but complain?

"Nothing. I would ignore her."

"And what if Mikhail were to win?"

"Mikhail must be crushed like the insect he is. He doesn't deserve to win." Except she wished she could execute the task herself. He called her sister a bug, but he was no different from his own insult.

"So your only hope is that Opal or Xanthus will win instead?"

"Yes, they have remained loyal to my sister." In fact, it was Opal's affection that had drawn Priscilla out of her cocoon of confusion. It was Opal that had found all of the secrets and pulled them straight from Locust's lips. The truth behind her bitter contempt for an older sister.

"How did your parents react to her death?"

She felt her heavy heart sinking further. It had been painful enough watching Locust bleed to death in a traitor's arms, but worse to witness her parents' nonchalance. Were they in denial, or were they just apathetic about losing their adopted child? Were they mourning slowly and quietly without notice? She knew they had always favored her because she was their only child connected by blood, but there had to be love spared for her younger sister. She knew her parents were not heartless people. She just wanted some type of reaction.

"They lost a daughter, I think that speaks for itself."

"What are your plans, now that Locust is gone?"

"We're going to plan the funeral she deserves, and anyone who dares disrespect her will have to face me."

"I'm sure that won't be pleasant for them. You're a career too, right?"

"Yes." She said it proudly because she wasn't just a career, she was a warrior.

"Stronger than Locust?"

"Yes." There was a trace of hesitation, a very subtle pause before she was able to respond. There was no denying her superior strength, even if Locust was the one with more experience as a tribute. She stood at an intimidating height compared to the trickster, and focused more on brawn than anything. She could dominate larger opponents and lift twice as much as Locust ever could. She could wield any weapon - battle axes, pole swords, maces, blades taller than herself - because despite her girlish physique she knew how to carry herself and how to channel her power properly. Because of her pride she had always considered herself better than Locust. Now she didn't even want to think about it, though it was evident enough in her answer that she still stood by her stubborn opinions of herself.

"So if you were in her shoes, would you be able to defeat Mikhail?"

"Of course! Mikhail only has luck as an ally. I would destroy him."

"Well that's interesting to hear!"

She smirked at the thought of crushing Mikhail's windpipe with her bare hands, but it faded when she remembered that she would never be granted such an opportunity. She would be powerless if he seized the crown.

She hated that feeling.

"Last question, Priscilla. If you could say anything to Locust right now, what would you say?"

"I would tell her that I'm proud of her."

And then they bid their farewells, packed their technology away and left Priscilla to her disorganized thoughts. Once they had vanished from her doorstep she untwisted her hair and shook out her lion's mane. On television she saw Opal standing over the crimson corpse of her district partner while the others screamed for blood and for pain.

She had never wished so passionately for death to swing his scythe upon a tribute, and now she was praying for the death of two monsters rather than one.

She sat down and buried her face in her hands.

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