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Feb 7, 2018 11:39:26 GMT -5
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[attr="class","shadow"]Amelina Fournié
It was a chilly morning as it had been every day since the blonde hairedmonstercareer had made her way to the training center, the place where she would meet herpreyfellow tributes. They brought the temperature down each night to ensure that each tribute had a restful night of sleep, but to Amy, it only bothered her as she had to make the trek from her bed to the thermostat then back to her bed to turn on a tv, her bleary eyes void of any sense of fear or danger from the days she will endure soon enough.
There was no need to be afraid.
At least, she had no need to be afraid.
She could think of one good reason for the others to be afraid.
She wasn’t sorry she couldn’t help being prepared to tear each of them up limb from limb. Even the cute ones like Gillian or the hot ones like Isaac. After years of waiting for these days with years of preparing, she would not let a pretty face block her from aa crown resting upon her blonde head of hair. She would stand next to Jacinta and Teddy and Justice and Opal as one of them. No longer a childish daydream. No more a fantasy to revel in the night with. Just a few more days, and she would have the crown her parents had prepared her for since the day she could hold a sword.
Her legs curled on the bed, her eyes resting on the screen, she rests. It was almost time for what her trainers had called, “pregame day.” It was time to reveal how she would strike, and slice, and kill her enemies in the most bullshit, artsy way she could think of. It didn’t matter what score she got. She would still kill whoever she needed to anyways.
In the training center in district one, trainers gave examples of what they had been told previously happened to merit high points. It was all dumb, stupid stuff. She didn’t want to set someone on fire or stab an avox. Killing somebody can be an art, but cutting off someone's head and hanging it by a string too 65th. That was just over the top and unnecessary.
It would be faster just to kill the person straight on. No waiting, no boasting, just killing.
She always wished people would just shut up and kill each other as she sat in front of her tv with her friends in previous years. Maybe no one would get hungry then cause the games would be over sooner rather than later. Monologues were always obnoxious. No, we don’t need a sob story background. No, we don’t care whether or not your sad you are killing the other person. Just get it over with and you probably wouldn’t get your head cut off as you jabber on and on. The career would always talk to her friends about it as they gossiped, talking to each other about how when they got into the games and killed someone, it would be swift and permanent. No need for the extra crap.
She pulls herself out of the bed, pulling on her obnoxiously colored training uniform, and pats down her hair as she steps away from the mirror. Time to bullshit her way through a pointless meeting with the gamemakers.
She steps into the room, looking up at the gamemakers sitting above her. They wanted to seem like gods.
As if.
Her eyes visibly roll in their direction. She just wanted this all to be over with and to have her crown already.
She marches over to the rack of swords, and picks one up in a hand. Her head turns over to the gamemakers and she looks up them, raising an eyebrow and pressing her lips together in a thin, dry line.
She turns her eyes away, marching over to the dummy, sword in hand.
In one quick movement as she reaches the dummy, she stabs upwards with the sword, through the ribs and to the heart of the dummy. Fake blood begins to spurt out of the plastic creature and onto the girl’s hands.
She pulls the sword quickly back out as more blood spurts out of the wound. It kills faster when you pull the weapon out, so no need for Amy to pretend to be an amateur at killing and leave the poor dummy in its misery.
With bloodied hands she drops the sword, turning back to the gamemakers, again pressing her lips into a dry smile and raising her eyebrows. “Happy? Have fun with whatever glorified bullshit the dead meat after me want to pull.”
With that, she turns away from them and marches out, ready for the games to start, ready to kill.
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