43 Hunger Games

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    OOC: Sorry Tehya, I'm gonna be Lea :-[. You can use the form on da first page tho and make up a charrie. You can use whatever District you like, as long as its not taken ;)

    Lea tugged at her filmy dress, wishing it was longer. Her eyes raked the other tributes as they formed a line while Presidant Snow continued his speech. It was the first time she really got to see anyone, and truthfully, it was nerve wracking. Being there and seeing the rest of the tributes, all 24 of them, seemed to set in stone that fact that 3 weeks from now, 23 of them would be dead and gone.

    Shylan looked around at all the other tributes. She knew she had no chance against them and would be luckily if she got out of the bloodbath alive. She knew anyone of them would be able to kill her at any second in the games.

    "And remember tributes, may the odds be everin your favor!" Presidant Snow concluded before sitting down. The chariots began to slowly file out of the large stadium and into the holding place where they'd gotten ready. "Okay, okay, everyone up into their rooms!" called District 7's escort Morgana Pemplebrooke. She grabbed Lea lightly by the elbow and guided her along with the boy from her district and their mentor into the elevator and then across the hall to their suites.

    Lea quickly went to her own room an skipped dinner, having ate before the parade. Right now all she wanted to do was be alone. She quickly stripped off the too-light too-thin dress and changed into a pair of black yoga pants and a loose silvery blue shirt. She opened the door to her balcony, not wanting to go up the roof, and stared silently out at the night sky. Lea slowly undid her braids letting her thick red gold hair rest on her shoulders. It was nearly to her elbows and would probably be a problem in the Games, but Lea figured she could deal with that. She doubted that she'd get sponsers off beauty but it wouldn't hurt to try. More likely people like Shylan and Stephanie would get funded for that. Lea wasn't bad looking, but since she was only 13 and tall for her age but not noticibly, she wasn't likely to stick out. She was slender and a little pale, with wavy long hair and a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were a dark stormy grey blue color, like the ocean after a hurricane. All in all, it wasn't much to lure sponsers, or build a strategy around. Besides even if she had the looks for it she doubted that she could pull off "sexy" in her interview, or even make an attempt at "Star-Crossed Lovers".

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    Gloss lay on the bed in her room. She stared up at the ceiling, silently wishing she was back at home. She had realized the sick tragedy of the Hunger Games a bit too late.

    Lea shivered and wrapped her sweater tighter around her. The balcony was cold, hands down, but she needed somewhere to think. The frosty wind felt good on her face as she gazed up at the inky blue sky. Down below, voices bubbled up from the streets, calling and singing and shouting while the sounds bounced off the sleek buildings like leaves in autumn. The party was for the tributes, to celebrate yet another year of death, betrayal, and entertainment. Lea's head spun and she suddenly felt as if an a bongo drum had set up camp inside her temples. It was a fight or flight kind of response and in her case, she'd die either way.