Burn baby, burn! //Xaa&Krueger

I stayed at Elise’s pathetic excuse of a party long enough. I wanted to have some real fun! I quickly excused myself from my alliance and left the rooftop with booze cursing through my brain. I had enough of this sober bullshit, where there were rich people there were designer drugs and I was out to score. The goddamn capitol took everything I had from me, and if this was my last night of freedom, then I was going to go down in flames (or snow).

Slipping past the watch dogs of the training center was easier than I thought, and all I had to do was follow the street that led me to the party district. It almost felt like I was home again with the blinding lights and the loud music coming from every area. There was nothing I longed for more than to walk into a club and have the night of my life, but I knew better than that. I was on a mission, a mission of destruction.

"Two grams of coke, and your finest cocktail" I stood myself next to a man observing the crowded bar in a suite. It was always the people observing as if they walked the earth on a different plain. I would know, I am one of them.

Miss, aren’t you -

"Shut up and take my money, I won’t be staying anyway. ", I talked over him, pulling the cash I swiped from one of the trainers early on in the weak.

The deal was made, and I headed back to the training center, why didn’t I have a midnight private training session. Before heading towards the training area, I grabbed my last bottle of rum to wash down the pills with and angrily burst into the empty room. Without even thinking, I grabbed one of the knives off of the racks and poured a portion of the white contents of the bag onto the blade, using another to cut the product. An intimidation trick, I learned early on in the game. Only one thing left to do, swipe my nose like a credit card.

I knew that snorting was not the quickest way to get the drug into my system, but who wanted to smoke it and shorten the effects. A girl needed to get her party on all night. The burning sensation in my nose almost comforted me in this moment of emotional outburst. My pupils dilating, making the lights seem brighter. This was heaven, right where I fucking belonged. I was a fucking goddess for Christ’s sake, and I would not let the Capitol, The Game Makers or even my damn district partner who seemed to think she had it in the bag dictate who I am and what I am worth. Ding dong bitch, you are going to burn like the rest of them.

There was a sensation in my chest that I could not describe as manic laughter released itself and I began to twirl as I opened the alcoholic bottle. There may not have been any music, but I was making my own in my head, the sound of bodies dropping dead to the ground. I came to a halt and started pouring the bottle out in a shape of a four. Fuck, I did not have a lighter on me.

My head raised its gaze, as I was met with the non-cult member from ten.

"Oh please tell me you have a lighter, darling, it would just absolutely make my night"