Tous Les Même [Pixie and Zeki]
Feb 15, 2015 10:25:25 GMT -5
Post by Will on Feb 15, 2015 10:25:25 GMT -5
.: ZEKI WEBB :.
{district five : 69th tribute}
My head spins. So much has happened in just these past two weeks.
The Reaping is how it all started. The Reaping. It was my last one. My last one and I was free. I would never have to worry about the Games ever again if I didn't want to. But that's not how it works. I got reaped. On my last year. I guess that's somewhat good. It means I'm one of the oldest tributes in the arena. Increasing my chances. Although, this year, seemingly everybody is eighteen.
Then training. Training was incredible. I made so many friends. I made an enemy or two. My run in with Marchello was particularly special. I'm still conflicted when I think about it. When I think of how I clobbered his head with a bow, it gives me confidence. When I think of how he clobbered me with his fists, it makes me so scared that I will be helpless in the arena to come. I just prefer not to think about it at all.
And then the Personal Training Sessions. I hate that. I hate it so much. They can't just give me a two. I tried hard. How dare they rank me. I breathe. I have to whenever I think about it. I have to remember that just because now there's a number on my skills, it doesn't decrease my chances of survival. It just means now there's a number to represent what someone thinks of my chances. That barely even matters at all.
And then there were the interviews. I think those went over well. I don't think I impressed anyone, but I definitely didn't make people like me less. I think it secured my place. The place in the Capitol's and my competitor's eyes. The perfect place.
Now I lie awake, in my bed, thinking through all of this. What will become of me tomorrow? Next week? Will I even make it another week? It scares me. It chills me to my innermost core. How could I possibly be sitting here, thinking and breathing with a whole life of experiences behind me. And then it could all just end. It doesn't even seem possible. It actually seems totally impossible to die. Nobody can just...die. It doesn't make sense.
I soon become too rambunctious for my bed and I get up. I pace for a while and then I stroll over to the door and slowly, carefully open it. That's another thing I'm thankful for from the Capitol. Doors that don't squeak when you open them. I walk out on my tip-toes. I finally reach the windows that take up one whole wall. I sit down on one of their sills. I look out at the Capitol.
Even in the night, everything is aglow. Maybe especially tonight, because it's the night before the Hunger Games. I can see through the many tall, spiralling buildings the city center, where they have large crowds gathered, chanting something. On the screens there are different things rolling. Famous scenes from past Hunger Games, reporters' faces, pictures and interviews of the current tributes. Why is this all so wonderful to them? Do they not understand we are actually dieing? Maybe to them this is just one super exciting and realistic reality TV show. It is classified as reality TV. Maybe they just don't believe that we're actually dieing. Right before their eyes. Or maybe they do. And it's just really entertaining to watch.
Soon my thoughts are interrupted by some unexpected company.
{table by zoë}
D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]