roxana and ruth / social

Along with the interviews, one extra thing they've come up with this year is some sort of party for us to attend. What kind of party is for 23 dead people? Is it a funeral where we're going to get to pick out our casket? I wonder if we get to pick the casket anyway. Do they just send us as a body? We haven't had anyone close to us sent back from the Games, so I'm not sure. I just hope it's not some stupid, half-assed apology letter tucked inside the wooden sarcophagus. Regardless, they say that the tributes would be there, which sounds like a nice way to get to know people before I kill them. Like how in the colosseum they typically learn their stories as they fight, maybe it's worth knowing them before.

We were placed in some holding cell before ushered out into the bottom sandpit of the Colosseum like sheep. Somepeople moved, some people just sat there in a pit of panic. I took my time looking around, observing the very place that once called for battle, and now was a place for partying. The Capitol had such weird ways of trying to "treat" us. There was a table of food, which looked arguably more interesting than the rest of the group of tributes, so my feet soon directed their attention to that direction. I got there at the same time as another girl, and I looked up at her as if she walked into a secret board meeting.

Sadly, I'm no board meeting, so I have to be nice. I give a weak smile, knowing our inevitable fates as both dead or one alive and raise the glass of whatever liquid I just poured. "Cheers." I take a sip of the drink before continuing. "Roxana Burke, I'm from District 11. What about you?"