aldrea hamee . d4. wip

"Can you please just answer a few questions, miss?" You insist of the young woman. Again, she refuses, and asks that you leave her alone. You jot something down on your notepad.

Miss Marina Summers seemed engrossed in the District Square's television screen as her sister fought Zane Holbrook of District Nine, but refused to comment on how she felt about the whole situation.

You determine it best to walk away. Apparently, District Four wouldn't be getting anything out of their female tribute's sister, but maybe you could find someone else who knew her, like her parents, and see if they'd answer some of your questions. You really wanted this story to develop, after all.

For now, however, you continued to watch the fight unfold on the giant television screen that everyone and their mother seemed to be paying attention to. Nixie lost an ear, and immediately struck back. The strike she made on Zane was fatal, stabbing him in the eye. He collapsed and his cannon sounded. People started chattering in the District Square. There were only three tributes left now. Maybe Marina would have something to say about that.

You turn to look at Marina so you can ask her questions, but she's already walking away from the crowd. Damn it. You definitely weren't going to get a story if you didn't even have the chance of talking to people. Maybe you should interview the unconnected, you thought. Interview people who didn't know Nixie, but were rooting for her as the Games moved forward. You looked around to see who might be a good fit for that, your deep brown eyes scanning the area.