idolic daydreams {arx}

[attr="class","shadow"]Amelina Fournié

A fancy, a dream, a goal. It had come true, finally. Years of waiting, and it would be worth it. She would be up on a wall somewhere, a poster idolized by girls like her around district one. All in just a few more days.

Her own idols had been missing from the train since their disappearance from the stage at the justice building. Her green eyes had followed each of the victors from one as she stood on the stage and they exited one by one.

Topaz Ross, Peridot Myler, Opal Earnest, Justice Fray

Names that have danced in her thoughts and her dreams for as long as she could remember. Each day, their eyes from their posters around her room baring down at her as she dressed herself, preparing herself for school and then for her real school at the training center. Each day, their names seared into her mind as she practiced with weapons that glinted in the light from the ceiling of the training center.

People called her obsessed.

Her parents called themselves proud of their little girl.

Her friends supported her and she iced her muscles with them after days of fists and bludgeons.

Soon, she can call herself victor after her years of waiting.

She relaxed, separating herself from Isaac on the train to rest. She has time to talk to him later.

She steps off the train, her eyes widening at the sites of the skyscrapers and glistening buildings and glistening people as she is shepherded past journalists and tv cameras into the building. Her mind drifts to when she would eagerly watch the tv as each tribute entered the training center in years past. Her mind drifts to her dreams as she eagerly stepped up to Caesar Flickerman's stage as she grins, smiles, and waves.

It was all one game, for fun. You have to play your part to have the most fun you can have.

Avoxes line the apartment she enters, and it seems as if she was the first one shepherded from the train there. A silence permeated only by the slight breaths of the awaiting avoxes encompasses her. No one else was here.

That was dull.

Her eyes wander, settling on the couch resting in front of the large tv plastered against the wall.

Walking over, she settles on the couch, stretching herself out and lazily resting herself against a back cushion and draping one arm over another soft cushion. Her other arm reaches out and touches a remote nearby, switching it on to find Caesar Flickerman's joyous laughter as he flips through each new, living tribute. Mentally, she guessed the order she would kill them in.

The sound of a door sliding open permeates the air, cutting through the shrill music now emanating toward the screen.

Her blonde head turns, her bright green eyes training on him as one arm reaches out and shuts off the tv with a press on the remote.

A grin spreads over her face.

"Are you going to introduce yourself, or are you just going let me gawk," she says in a light voice, her words each a gently tap on the air. No need to be mean to the person who was meant to be so helpful to her, to guide her through her excitement.

No need to be mean to anyone as cute as him either, she thought unabashedly to herself.