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“Give me a kiss for good luck.”
She sets the wine glass on the table and leans in for my lucky kiss. Her lips are as sweet as the Muscat she was drinking just seconds ago. I savor the kiss. Who knows when I’ll be able to enjoy this again.
“Do you have to volunteer,” she asks, pulling back and giving me a pouty look. With her tousled blonde hair and wide, sad green eyes, I find her irresistible. “It’s stupid, risking your life like this.”
“But think of it this way,” I tell her, “if I win, we get to live in a beautiful house in the Victor’s Village. We can be together and our parents won’t do a damn thing about it. No one can judge us because I’ll be rich and famous. And I can give you the life you deserve. Think about it, my love. No one can judge us when I’m a Victor. We don’t have to hide anymore.”
She lets out a sigh. “If you insist,” she murmurs, “you’re old enough to Volunteer, I suppose. Just, please come back alive.”
“Don’t worry. I will. Now, help me pick out my dress for the Reaping. I want sponsors lined up by the time I reach the Capital!”
Panem - District 1
Submitted by jael-rice
"Would you hurry up already?"
"If I go any faster I’ll fall!"
"You will not. Now come on."
"Maybe I should just jump. I mean it is the fastest way down."
"Don’t be stupid. We’re almost there."
Panem - District 4
The problem with choosing to hunt other tributes in the Arena, is you don’t realize when you’ve gone from being the hunter to the hunted.
Panem - The Hunger Game Arena
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In the pouring rain, her fervent tears got mixed with the torrential weather, as she realized that he wasn’t coming back. She had just seen her dear brother get heartlessly massacred by one of those brutal careers on national television. She couldn’t handle the scene and had to run outside, breaking down onto the muddy road, eagerly hoping that the water would wash her pain away. Her lost sibling being 18, two years her elder, she thought that he would come back to her, but it was now hopeless. Her body continued it’s weeping in the soaking rain, as her trembling fuel oil tinted fingers desperately tried to rip her midnight colored hair from her own scalp.
“Come on, let’s go get high” suddenly whispered a tall figure from above her. He held out his hand, his boyish smile trustfully insisting her to follow him.
There was something about him that emanated comfort and warmth, even though the chilly weather made her bones shiver. He looked much older than her, but she believed in the kindness of strangers. Needing nothing more than relief and help towards her tormented thoughts, she followed him, her bare feet leaving traces in the mud.
Submitted by you-make-me-shiver
There was something inherently wrong with standing in front of a room of cameras had having them pointed at you.
Panem - The Capitol
She lost the arm in a mining accident. Well, technically she did not lose the arm and technically it was an mining explosion. She wasn’t supposed to be in the mines in the first place. She was just hoping to see her father before his shift started. One wrong charge, one slip of one hammer by a poor worker to tired to realize he had done something wrong. The explosion knocked her out, crushing her under a pile of debris. They had saved her life but there was nothing they could do about the severed nerves in her arm.
At the time she had been grateful. A dead arm for her life seemed more than fair. But now, on the eve of the Games, dressed in black to represent coal, she was pretty sure that useless arm was going to cost her her life after all.
Panem - The Capitol, Opening Ceremony
I don’t know where he learned to dance. I’m not sure anyone in our district knew how to dance like he did. When he moved it was fluid like an ocean wave.
"I’ll teach you," he said one night.
I blushed. I didn’t know he saw me watching him. “I don’t know how,” I said.
He laughed. “That’s why I’ll teach you.”
"I don’t think I can."
He took my hand and pulled me forward. “It’s okay. I got you. Just follow my lead.”
And we danced all night until the morning sun rose.
Panem - District 4