Guess who just got back from Rome!! :D It's Arielle time! Okay, thanks to @lilyracheled for actually reading my last one!
That godawful seaweed-haired witch from the Capitol was ranting. Again. All this stuff abouut honour and District Glory. It's really not as if we hear this speech every dat now, is it?
Just every year...
Yeah. I put my name into the Reaping. I have no job, and given that the Careers enter about twenty-six times each, there's not a lot of chance I'd get picked.
The Capitol Witch dipped her hand into a large shell and pulled out a name. ''And the male tribute for this fabulous district,'' she crooned, ''is FITZWILLIAM THORNEFRAY!''
The crowd errupted with cheers and screams of joy. It was disgusting really.
I snorted, twirling my hair. I could tell from the name this guy'd be a complete prat. Who the hell calls themself 'Fitzwilliam Thornefray'? In PUBLIC? That sort of thing should be kept a dark and hidden secret for his own sake.
This Fitzwilliam guy burst out of the crowd, grinning the cockiest smirk I have ever had the misfortune to witness. He was leading the gruff, low chant of ''oof oof oofs'' that the crowd was making.
I rolled my eyes and yawned like a feline.
''And the lucky, lovely lady reperesenting District4. In the games shall be...'' the Capitol witch drew a little slip of paper from the shell. ''ARIELLE SKYMAN!''
The cheering instantly stopped.
People were looking around them, muttering and whispering to their friends and neighbours. I couldn't hear a lot of what they were saying, but it was mainly one little word: ''Who?''
The Capitol Witch looked around, trying to mask the awkwardness. ''Arielle Skyman...? Anybody...?''
I let out a long sigh and raised a hand lethargically. ''Guilty,'' I muttered.
The crowd shifted in itself to get a better look at me.
''Miss Skkyman, please make your way to the stage.''
I let out another audible sigh and began ambling over to the stage. The male tribute extended a hand to help me on to the staircase. I ignored it.
As the Capitol Witch began blabbering again, I turned to get a better look at the guy I'd be killing. Bronze hair, tan, muscle...Basically a mirror image of everyone else here.
'Hi!'' he chirped.
I ignored him. I had a feeling this would become a habit in no time.
''So....'' he grinned, ''Teammate!''
I frowned. ''I know you! You're the retard from yesterday! The one on the beach.''
''Er...'' his grin flickered. ''Yeah! Soo we're in the games together!'' The boy said cheerfully. ''I'm happy to see you!''
''Yeah, sure, I'll keep that in mind when you're stabbing my guts out.''
His smile almost died. Almost. ''If...that makes you happy?''
I rolled my eyes.
Great. Stuck fighting for my pitiful life, with not a friend in the world other than this airhead.
Let the games begin...