The 78th Annual Hunger Games....where alliences are made for than just the games

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    She looked up at him, "Seriously?" Amira asked, following him

    "Allies?" Amira smiled, holding out her hand. Her hair fell over one eye but she didn't brush it away.

    Amira laughed, "Which station next?"


    ooc: are the interviews before or after training?? I forgot.....

    Felix smiled "What about the survival skills station?" He suggested.


    ooc: Hmm..... Training...... Private session...... Scores...... Interview...... GAMES

    ooc: thanks


    Amira nodded, reaching the station in seconds. No other tributes were there.


    ooc again: want to time skip to the scores and interviews?

    ooc: okay then, score time !!!
    ic:
    Amira sat expectantly on the couch, clutching a cusion

    Her eyes were glued to the screen. Finally her name flashed up, "With a score of......" The announcer began.....

    Felix saw his image on the screen. "Felix. With a score of....... 10" The announcer said. This earned him many pats on the back

    Amira smiled instantly, "Well done Felix." She whispered under her breath, knowing no-one'd hear her. "Amira, with a score of 12." Amira couldn't respond,
    "Wait....what?" She stuttered, shocked

    Amira couldn't speak. The rest of the scores were announced and Amira didn't see or hear any of them. The sylists and her mentors were gushing over her and the boy tribute, who got 9.
    "Interviews tomorrow." Amira pointed out, "I better get some rest....."

    Felix got up and walked out. Noone called him back when he went into his room and slammed the door behind him. He crashed out on the bed, his mind whirring with endless streams oof thoughts

    *time skip till interviews*
    Amira let the stylist dress her in a fancy dress, strapless and light blue with sparkles, and do her hair, a loose bun with tendrils of hair framing her face. She waited in line to be called onto stage

    Felix stood in his grey suit, looking slightly out of place. He hated dressing up. His bracelett was on his left wrist, the wolf gleaming in the light

    She heard Felix's name being called and tensed. "Good luck." She breathed, knowing he couldn't hear her