in illness and in health // frankel blitz

What a great farce. Hacking away each other, flexing muscles and drawing sweat. The Capitol does really enjoy watching teenagers, surrender their bodily fluids. I am not going to be a part of it. One browse of all the stations and they are all so very predictable. An array of weapons, healing and fire making, how original; I am not going to amuse them by being a part of it. Blending in with the sidelines, hopefully they won't notice me unless those up above can count.

It is so unbelievable, so many submitting to the ludicrous act, it is entertaining in its own right; I now know why the Capitol enjoy it. The inexperienced flailing with weapons, it is comedy in its self. I can spend my remaining days watching theses fools, it will fulfil the reason for me coming here, this is certainly like nothing at home. Horses continuously grazing and producing manure, Rodney continuously wasting oxygen that he stole from Rodrick. I am the audience in this room and even though I am no part of the act, not part of a great legacy, I am at least breaking away from the life of repetition. A narrative repetition with a great antagonist, not one that I want to defeat but rather see defeated by something more powerful.

"Are you alright?" I haven't really been pursuing any social interactions with the other tributes, rather than forced conversations on the train here. The girl from Five, kindly joining me as I lean against the wall with my arms crossed. What an odd introduction though. Do I look unwell? Is it that peculiar that I am not partaking in this facade?

"Yeah I am alright thanks," I push myself off from the wall and stand square in front of her, "Do a not look it or something, what makes ya say that?"