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Jul 17, 2013 19:19:11 GMT -5
Post by Glash on Jul 17, 2013 19:19:11 GMT -5
VIVIAN MAYHALL
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This year's Hunger Games have finally started. To be perfectly honest, I didn't care about the games one way or the other. If I had gotten Reaped, I would fight, not waste time with a pitiful attempt of dethroning or embarrassing the Capitol. It's not worth the effort. Get in, do what you have to do, and get out. I don't understand the sudden urge to make the innocent citizens of the Capitol pay for the actions of the Gamemakers and the President. All they've done is come to view it as a sport; It's how they've been raised.
I think of the girl from my District dying in the Bloodbath. She enjoyed working with horses, and after a short connection of topics, I shame myself for laughing at my own thoughts, If you were a horse, I'd have to put you down. I quickly wipe the grin off my face when I reach the Square, because that's where they keep large television-like screens up to display the games. Nobody smiles here. Glancing at one of the screens, I see the District Three boy kill the girl who foolishly stayed in the Bloodbath, Entalia I think her name was. I don't have enough time to form thoughts on what I would have done if I were her, because someone is in my spot.
"That's my spot." The words come out faster than I can stop them, but thankfully I'm not quite within his earshot. I've sat there everyday for months. Granted, all I do is watch how others react to each other. Most of the time, the markets aren't that busy, but the consumerism during the Games hikes up the business for a bit. When the Games are going on, I usually watch the screens as well as the people. I like to predict who the Victor will be, but I don't talk to anyone about that. It's pretty rude to say you're 94% sure your neighbor's kid will be murdered by that guy from an inner District. I've rarely bet on District Ten. Mace was a shock, and, he's an okay Victor, but I have serious doubts about his Mentoring skills. Luck is no substitute for ability.
Then again, look what he has to work with. Motel used to catch possums... He told everyone it was fun. I mean, hey, whatever makes life in the Districts a bit more enjoyable for you, go right ahead. But catching possums? Somehow that kid is still alive, don't ask me, because that is one of the few things I haven't been able to form a conclusion on. Maybe he's Mace 2.0. Maybe District Ten isn't the Livestock District, but the Luck District. Lucky, but most of us have no clue as to what to do with it.
I know I'm stalling. I should go talk to whoever this guy is. Look at me, the most social girl in the District, not willing to walk fifteen feet to greet someone I haven't met yet. This is sad. I could find a new spot. There's a bench a couple of street lamps away. It probably has a better view of the screens- I take a deep breath. This has gone on long enough, and I'm sure people are staring, seeing as I haven't moved since I realized someone was in my spot. It takes a few steps for me to regain my usual pace, but once I'm within his personal space, I slap a smile on and tap him twice on the shoulder. "Hello-" I cough suddenly, in an effort to erase that awkward tone from my voice. "Hey." Much better. "I'm Vivian Mayhall."Life is a game,
The only way to win,
Is to fight.
And I fight for me.