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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 6:11 am
The District's Train Station.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:11 pm
 『 ғᴇʏᴊᴀ ʙᴇʏᴡᴏʟғ ʟɪsᴇᴛᴛᴇ 』 ↤Dɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴇsᴄᴏʀᴛ↦↤ғᴇʏ↦↤ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ↦
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xxxxxxx¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ xxWhat is done in vain xxxxxTruth is hard to swallow xxxxxxxxSo you pray to God xxxxxxxxxxxTo justify the way you live a lie ●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─●─● ➸ This Reaping year hadn't been anything particularly special for Feyja. For this occasion, she hadn't gone all extravagant like she knew her sister probably would have. Instead she had gone simply black. A form fitting dress that made her thin lengthy body look even more so. A pair of heels that made the tall woman even taller. Standing on the stage before several dozen children with a frankly indifferent expression, she let her mind wander. Beside her, the same stupid old film played. In her mind she wondered what dear Iris looked like this year. Feyja could just imagine her sister on stage standing tall and happy. No doubt having a golden gleam to her. She made a note to check in with her sister when she arrived back at the Capitol. Then she couldn't help think of her poor baby Opal. Of course Feyja would be allowed home once the tributes were in the games, but still, the poor dear had anxiety problems if Feyja was away too long. Feyja gave herself a little shake and was brought back to the present as the film ended. The Reaping itself went along as usual. When both tributes had stood on stage, she couldn't help but find amusement in the differences. Morrigan had a complete face of shock and panic and didn't seem to be attempting to hide it. While Tao stood tall and stoic, and even sent out a signal to the rest of the district. It seemed to cause even more of a stir up.
 ➸ Now Feyja stood at the train station outside the train doors. She was waiting for the tributes to finish bidding adieu to their families. She stood arms crossed over her chest and with her weight mostly on one leg as it stood taunt while the other was relaxed and a bit bent. She had something of an impatient frown on her lips as she waited there. Feyja hadn't seen high or end of Velocity Sparrow and wondered where the Mentor might be. The only reason she was a bit more irritable at the moment was because of the sound that decided to stick with her in her mind. That young girl's scream for her brother. Feyja couldn't help find a bit of irony in it all. The screams on tv of the kids sent into the arena had mellowed down for her. Not effecting her as much. But standing on that stage to hear that one scream, hit a chord in her. And she couldn't help but think, what if that was her sister? If they had been born in another part of Panem, a district forced to participate in the Hunger Games. They would have just as much a chance to get their names drawn as anyone. Well, not anymore, they were too old, but the point still stood. Feyja knew that if Iris had been drawn at a Reaping, she wouldn't hesitate to volunteer for her. Loosing Iris would tear her to shreds. She could only wonder what would happen to Iris if Feyja were gone.
➸ Feyja let out a sigh and looked down the train station along the train with a bit more of a frown in her eyes. A couple of the train staff glanced back at her, a couple with the same impatience in their eyes. They had somewhere to be. And Feyja was getting bored.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 4:11 pm
 V E L O C I T YxxxR A I N E xxx S P A R R O WFive tributes.
That was the number of children that I had to help train, even though three of them were guaranteed to die. It was heartbreaking, and completely twisted. There was also the fact that I had a twelve year old amongst the group, and I was terrified for her. Those were always the worst to train, and I always hated the feeling of losing them in some horrible manner like the bloodbath. Even so, that didn't take away from the pain of seeing these kids here, and I knew that this was going to be one of the worst games I'll ever witness. I can feel it already. It was bad enough last year, when I was pregnant and nearly ready to have my daughter, Lily Morrigan, named after a tribute that I mentored last year along with Tao. They had been two very strong fighters, and I hoped that this batch of tributes would be the same. The stakes were even higher this year because everyone was related to one another. I didn't even know how I would be able to look the Montgomery's in the eyes, knowing that one of them would be dead by the end of the games. With the Gallagher girls, it was a lot easier. At least if they both won, they wouldn't be short of a sister.
A sigh escapes my lips, and I wait in silence for my tributes to make their way to the train. They must be with their parents right now, saying their farewells, and it was simply depressing to think about. I remember my own farewells to my mother, and how broken up she had been about me going into the games. For her, it was much too soon to lose a child after she had lost her husband to an accident in the power-plant. I had vowed to return home to her, and I did in the end. I very well knew how powerful a familial influence could be when competing in the games. When my five new tributes came onto this train, I would do my best to prepare each and every one of them for the games. I refused to choose favorites. D I S T R I C TxxxF I V E xxx M E N T O R
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