Throwing things ~ Open

entaelialanine

They're the prey, and we are the hunters
Without knowing the name of the flower it stepped on
The bird that had fallen to the ground
In the place where it lays, nothing changes

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Having everyone stalk and glare at me like I was some kind of terrorist while I throw knives is seriously creepy. I mean, yeah, I guess I'm one of those ruthless careers who kill things for the fun of it, but at least I'm not a vain buttface like Jaime, who acts like he's so cool and popular and I hate him. I hate everyone here, because if you manage to really like anyone, that's not going to help you a lot more than an ally in the games. The gamemakers, too, for making us all kill each other in a fight to the death; I hate them.

But talented careers like me were born to die in the games. At least, that's what my district thinks. Of course, send the good ones off to represent us! We want to look good in front of our country in a bloody death battle! That's a great idea! Each one of my knives lands in dead center of the dummy, fake blood unrealistically squirting from the wound, no matter how far I care to stand from it. This is stupid, I think as I create another gash of this colored water in the dummy. In fact, I make a point to throw a few knives while I'm facing backwards, other ones with my eyes closed, and still find them to be stuck to the heart.

I'm just about to send another fresh batch of knives into the bloody dummy until I see that girl with the blonde hair from Eleven walk over to the targets and pick up a bow. Something that starts with an N, that was her name. Anyway, she shoots an arrow and it spears the dummy in the throat, which I guess is pretty inpressive for one from such a low class district. The girl then moves on to the knives, and I scoff at the number of noobs who attempt to throw one and end up missing the dummy altogether. Not even looking to throw, she just lets it fly from her hand and fell on the floor and curls up into this ball thing. I can't help but laugh a bit at this, but I know that this girl is too scared to continue, like most of the tributes here. So I just stand above her, choking down my laughter at how easy these wimps would be to kill.

"Well, who do we have here?" I say. "Floor girl, right?" People are looking at us, and I might as well show them that I have a career attitude, and that I'm not just some weak random girl from Two. Some of the careers are just walking around mocking the weakling tributes, so I might as well just try it on this Eleven girl. The more the world knows about your power, the better.

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But what does change is its readiness to fight
It steps over the corpses and moves forward
The peace of the cattle and the flourishing of deceptions
Can kill off the freedoms of the hungry wolf