This will never end [Geebs/Kiah/Tom]

Skin tight clothes, haired tied back I exit the training room with a smile painted to my face. Today I had shown off my rather ravishing wrestling skills, the skills that over the course of my life I have mastered. You could tell from the moment that I walked in no one had expected me to be good at anything- anything but stuffing my face of course, but as soon as I sent that trainer straight into the ground they all shut up, they all stared, watched as I pated him on the shoulder before leaving the ring, eyes following me to the exit, where I stop for a moment and turn to face the crowd. Oh yes, just like back at home, people were watching me, they were staring at me with awe, amazed by my beauty and my talent. 

I could flatten the smaller tribute here, not going to lie, all I had to do was sit of on them. The thought makes me giggle as I enter the dinning hall, stacking a plate high with a variety of food which was offered. It wasn't until I actually got to the Capitol i realised just how much I was missing out n back home. There were so many different foods- but that wasn't the only thing. The people were bubbly and colourful and it all made the atmosphere into something special. Something that in the end will be worth it when I am the one walking out of that arena, posters being made and my name being sung throughout the whole of Panem. I bet not one person in here thought that I could do it, after all i wasn't exactly your conventional tribute. 

Imagine all there faces when I come out victorious, thats right, what is that ugly saying? Don't judge a nike by its wheels? no that don't sound about right... Ah its a book! The book and the cover thats right. Yeah well no one must no that one here because this book was being judged. 

Anyways so I have my plate and I look around for a place to sit, my eyes come across one of the younger tributes, the ones that I could squash like flies, and I walk over to him, my steps heavy, a smirk plastered to my lips. 

"Piss off."

I stop. He snarls. I laugh. 

"Oh wow, don't you have a tongue on you. Aren't you like 12? I could squash you with one hand, so lets start over, yes?" I click my tongue at him before taking a seat across from him, ignoring his previous warning. "Riot of district 4, more than meets the eye, you?"

For the first time the boy looks up, his eyes taking in my breath taking figure, I see the way he starts, must be surprised by my obvious beauty, I think as I smile to myself, my eyes dancing. He says he is fifteen and I give a small scoff my chubby fingers covering my laughter. This boy was fifteen? You got to be kidding me! I am tempted to laugh out loud and preach about how he looked weaker than a twig, but suddenly we are interrupted by a voice which was laced in something known as politeness. 

"Riot, you say? What a lovely name." He says as he slides up to our table, a half eaten roll clutched in his hands- half eaten. Why not have eaten the whole lot, you know? But after is earlier comment I find it hard to concentrate on his roll. Lovely huh? Well I gotta agree with you there, this guys cool, I like him for sure. I smile up at him as he offers his hand. It was skinny and frail, just like the rest of him, but as i looked at his chest a number one was clearly printed on it- maybe I was missing the two? or the other one or even the zero? I try to lean around him to see if the stitching had gone wrong but as I come back to my normal position I see that it is simply just the one.

I shake it, my chubby fingers hugging his thin ones.

I'm about to say something when the voice of another interrupts and I look up, tilting my head to the side at a nervous looking puppy. "Miss Riot. Mister Ryder. Mister Scoff. Would you mind if I sat here?" Why was everyone so polite? They all spoke with an air of professionalism in a way, like this whole situation was like a job interview- not that I had been to one of those. 

"My name is Levi. Levi Izar-Krane from District 11." 


"I know exactly who you are, Izar." Scoff, interjects quickly, his voiced lightly laced with venom making my eye brows lift with the tension. Oh wow, well what have I got myself here. The tension makes my skin tingle with excitement as I lean a bit closer, intent to hear Scoffs next words. "Come to rip out my tongue have ya?" 

Damn I could handle this, I give a side long glance at Ryder, my eyes dancing before I bring my attention back to the two boys the words escaping my lips in a chant before I could stop them, they start as a whisper: "fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

But when it looked like no one else was going to join in I make my chants slowly die, lifting on hand to scratch my head awkardly. "Or you could just talk... your choice, ahem."

Glancing over at Ryder to see him surpassing a laugh, making my smile grow. At least someone has a sense of humour. Ryder seemed like a nice guy, in fact I found myself liking him very much, his humour almost matching my own. I smile at him once again before turning my attention back to the two boys, eyes burning daggers into each other, it was quite a site and despite the situation I was really enjoying watching them bite each other tongues off, there faces each etched with hate and pain and it was all just extraordinary. 

Then Ryder asks a question which is so obvious that I have to hold back a burst of laughter because this was one of the biggest stories of the whole games. The Izars and Scoffs. The games of the children. He was in district one, how could be possibly not know what this was all about? I give him a questioning glance, but before anyone can say a word the Izar answers, his voice not viscous like I had expected it to be, much to my dissapointment may I add. 

"The 65th was what started this probably. Iago Izar-McClaine was the District 11 tribute. He was honestly a crazy brat. He ripped out Shadow Bison's tongue. He also helped kill Mantel Scoff with Emery Moreno. Hence, why Jordan here isn't so fond of me." I watch his face for recognition, maybe he just needed a push in the right direction.  But the dear ol Izar has not finished, "And, Jordan? You should know I'm nothing like Iago. Not all of the Izars are bat shit crazy. I'm sorry." Suddenly my earlier excitements dies as the boys begin to appologse to each other, their pasts begin put behind them as Scoff allows the boy to sit at our table.

"Well that excitement was short live, right?" I laugh slightly as the Izar boy takes a seat, my eyes watching him carefully, he was a scrawny looking boy, just like the rest of them to be honest. At the thought I cast my gaze over the table, over the three boys who sit around me. All of them lacked what I had, some nice meat on there bones. "Y'all could use some meat, ya know," I say casually, raising an eyebrow at each of them individually. 

With that I pass my plate piled with steak around, placing a piece of well cooked meat on each of their plates. "Eat. All of it. Now." I say firmly, my eyes no longer dancing with a joke.