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a character in “Reminiscent”, as played by Lilah

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    xxxxxxN I C K N A M E ( S ) :xxLou {everyone}

    xxxxxxA L I A S :xxAstraea Roman

    xxxxxxD I S T R I C T :xx13

    xxxxxxG E N D E R :xxFemale

    xxxxxxA G E :xx16

    xxxxxxS E X U A L I T Y :xx Pansexual

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    xxxxxxH A I R :xxTousled, warm brunette.


    xxxxxxE Y E S:xxA nearly vibrant brown.


    xxxxxxH E I G H T :xx5'5


    xxxxxxW E I G H T :xx107 lbs.


    xxxxxxO T H E R :xx Small scar on her right temple.


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    xxxxxx[ Undaunted ● Cunning ● Clever ● Graceful ● Determined ● Enigmatic ● ]
Alouette never fully seemed as if she lived in the same world as those around her. Her sort of detached, highly self sufficient way of life proved more than mysterious. It was unearthly. She's the calm before the storm. Anything she says, anything she does, any look she gives has a near ethereal quality about it.

I.xxHer whole life has been made up of difficult decisions and life events. Each one she took as a test, one that she tried to improve herself upon so it wasn't all for naught. Instead of being fearful of situations or people, she faced them until it did not faze her. She trained herself to do that from an extremely young age. Lou is incredibly undaunted, almost frighteningly so. She's lost so much that the only thing she figures she has to lose now is her life, and she would give it for a good cause in an instant.

II.xxLies can be very useful things in this day an age. Alouette does prefer not have to manipulate people, being that she's actually a very moral person, but one must do what they need to do. She's quite the cunning girl. Whether it be convincingly changing her personality to garner the trust of others, or lying to get out of tough situation, Lou will do whatever must be done by any means necessary.

III.xxThough she is strong, her specialty was never to fight hand to hand. It was to fight by other, more creative tactics. She's an expert at making traps, bombs, weapons out of nothing. She's tactical and clever about it. Quick wit is needed in what she does, and a high intelligence about what things are and do. She can take any resource you give her and make it deadly.

IV.xxOne thing people are quick to note is that everything about Lou has a near grace to it. The lightness to her cool voice, the quietness of her walk, the swiftness of how she moves. It's what gives her that ethereal quality. She approaches nearly everything with an almost frighteningly calm manner. It's like being steely but with no rigidness.

V.xxLou has the ability to completely block out out everything around her to focus on her task at hand. She has an insane amount of determination and stubbornness about what she does and what she believes. She won't stop until what needs to be done is done. She's an incredibly serious girl.

VI.xxThe mix of her partially cool yet ethereal personality has led Lou to be very enigmatic. No one can tell what exactly goes through her head, or who she truly is as a person. She doesn't typically let people in. She doesn't talk about her life. If someone finds out something from her past, it's because they went digging and it's something she wasn't exactly hiding in the first place. Some say she's slightly cold, other's she's simply a mystery. People don't know what to expect from her or what she will do.

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[xxAnimalsxx] ―xxEven as a young child, Lou would find a way to play with any animal, whether it be a dog or spider. She knows she must hunt to survive in this society, no matter how unhappy she is with it. She kills animals in the most ethical, near painless way if the desperate need to hunt for food ever arises. She gets along better with animals than she does humans.
[xxScavengingxx] ―xxThe one thing Lou has always done when visiting a district was sneaking away to find old photos, trinkets, journals, etc. She keeps them in a chest in her room.
[xxCreating New Thingsxx] ―xxWhether it be better weapons, or simply protective clothing, Lou loves creating things from raw (often unlikely) materials. There's always room to improve what they have.
[xxExploringxx] ―xx One of the things Lou looks forward to most is the opportunity to travel to other districts on specific jobs. She loves to explore new places and learn more about resources first hand.
[xxWritingxx] ―xxThe one thing no one knows about her is that she has kept a very detailed daily journal since she was ten years old. It helps her work out her thoughts and figure out ways to improve upon things. Of course, there's more personal things in there too.
[xxHeights/Climbingxx] ―xxShe likes the feeling of having a wide landscape in view. She has a tendency to climb up in trees, go on roofs, or anywhere that lets her be elevated and see everything below her on a wider scale. She actually has a lot of upper arm strength from climbing.

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[xxHuntingxx] ―xxShe most definitely doesn't like it, but it's the way of life. She avoids it if she can.
[xxThe Capitalxx] ―xxBeing taught from a young age to hate them helps form an opinion, but it's Lou's own morals which cemented her hatred for everything The Capital stands for.
[xxImpatiencexx] ―xxLou has a lot of patience when it comes to situations, and doesn't get aggravated by people easily. It's near impossible to get her frustrated, but impatience in someone else may do the trick.
[xxDishonestyxx] ―xxLou just asks that you tell her the truth. She doesn't need anyone to soften the blow of things. She can handle any truth someone gives her.
[xxConceitednessxx] ―xxSomeone is always going to be smarter, faster, more better than you at something. There's no ignoring that logical fact. Arrogance can get you killed. Lou has no time to deal with people who aren't wary of that fact.
[xxTightly Enclosed Spacesxx] ―xxIt's the one thing that may send her in some sort of panic. Crowds she can do, but anywhere enclosed that doesn't allow her to move easily where she is trapped is a very tough spot for her to be in.


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    [xxDefensexx] ―xxLou may not be a heavy hitter with weapons, but damn will she dodge attacks just fine. She's very, very quick.
    [xxStaminaxx] ―xxThe one thing Lou has always excelled in is her ability to push on. A lot of her training had to do with dodging and giving a few hits back simply until the other person got tired and could no long do it.
    [xxHidingxx] ―xxShe'll be able to make herself disappear more fast than you can blink.
    [xxInventingxx] ―xxShe's always creating something in her mind that will help better herself or district 13.
    [xxIntelligencexx] ―xxLou studied everything that she could get her hands on, both from books and first hand experience. She's knowledgeable in a lot of areas.

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    [xxUntrustingxx] ―xxShe's wary in a lot of things, and trust is one. She may never fully trust a person no matter how long she's known them for. It's better that way in her mind.
    [xxClaustrophobiaxx] ―xxOne bad experience as a child has her frightened of being enclosed in a small space forever. It's hard when a lot of the times, such spaces are the only places to hide.
    [xxHard-Heartedxx] ―xxLou doesn't have much sympathy to give to other's, especially if they use sympathy as an excuse for something or to use against someone else.
    [xxMoralityxx] ―xxLou has very unwavering morals on what she believes is right and wrong. Hurting and killing living things (animals and humans) is something she struggles to do. She knows she must. She tells herself that. It doesn't make it any easier on her soul. She see's her own morality as a huge fault, and puts on a more aloof front in order to combat it.
    [xxPessimisticxx] ―xxShe's always told herself to expect the worst no matter how well plans may be thought out. There's less chance of disappointment otherwise. No one can plan for the unexpected.

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    [xxPlays Violinxx] ―xxWhen she was seven years old, an elder lady in district 13 gave her a violin. Lou taught herself how to play it.
    [xxWritten Codexx] ―xxLou writes in her journal in a code she came up with. She found an old book with Japanese lettering in it, and borrowed the characters to have them represent a letter in the english alphabet. It's simple, but it was mainly for fun.
    [xxNervous Tickxx] ―xxThe only tell Lou has if she's feeling nervous or unsettled is tapping her thigh twice with her fingertips. It's subtle, basically unnoticeable, but it's there.


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    Alouette Zita Barsotti was born to District 10 on February 7th, exactly 8 minutes before her twin sister Laerke Aquilina Barsotti. They were fraternal, anyone could tell that even when they were babies. In all honestly, they looked more than cousins than they did sisters, but it never mattered much to them. They knew they were twins; their parents knew they were twins. They were a family none-the-less.

    Growing up, Laerke and Lou’s personalities, like their appearance, were no where near the same. Somehow, however, it clicked in a way that just made sense. Even though they were only young children, everyone who knew them would say they were better together than they were apart.

    Of course, life always has a way of screwing with you. When Alouette was only six years old, her father decided to help the fight in District 13 against The Capitol. He though it would be safer there, more secure. Unfortunately, he only had time to take Lou with him (as her mother and sister were out) before he left, only leaving a note behind. Lou didn’t get much of a choice in going.

    District 10 to 13 was a fairly long trip by foot, especially when you go through forests trying to hide. To speed up the process her father ended up knocking a lone peacekeeper out and stealing his uniform and the keys to his vehicle. The single downfall to this master plan was that Lou had to travel in the trunk of the cramped vehicle for the trip until her dad decided to abandon that idea hours later to go back on foot. Being six, Lou was pretty traumatized by being forcibly locked up.

    Months later, after they had arrived at district 13, her father was teaching her how to hunt outside the compound. What they hadn’t known was the area they had entered was restricted; there were still active land minds that The Capitol had planted before the games ended. Her father stepped on one right in front of her eyes, and just like that, Lou was by herself. She managed to stumble back into 13’s compound later that night and told the first person she saw.

    That person was the second in command (later first) to the president of District Thirteen. His name was Clovis Ridge. His wife, Lane Ridge, also worked as a soldier for the district. They never could have kids, so they decided to take Lou under their wing. She was more someone to carry on their government legacy than their child, but she was grateful just to have a place to sleep.

    From seven, to the age she is now, Lou has trained as hard as she could. She partially wanted to return the favour to both Clovis and Lane, but also to be able to defend those and others around her. She rose quickly to the top of her class, and since she was under the guardianship of the Lane’s, she got access to things no sixteen-year-old in district 13 was allowed to know. Of course, sometimes 13 didn’t know she knew those things. She had the access codes to most files without their knowledge, but mainly used them to keep tabs on things she thought important. One of these things was her twin sister, who Lou later found out was orphaned just like she was. She thought it ironic how their lives still paroled one another.

    After The Capitol Rose to power, Lou was quick in volunteering her services. She knew she could go under the radar with barley any records to trace her. 13 had the means to believably make up a new identity for her to enter the games with. So that’s just what they did.


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Alouette Barsotti's Story

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Character Portrait: Alouette Barsotti Character Portrait: Laerke A. Barsotti Character Portrait: Avery Taylor Character Portrait: France I. Ellsworth Character Portrait: Emily Stone
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Alouette Barsotti was only six years old on the last Reaping Day in Panem, but she remembered it clearly. Families hugged their children every five minutes, wiping tears away before the peace keepers could see it. She saw a fourteen-year-old go through multiple lashings after tying to run away. There was an energy of solemnness that possessed anyone she passed. Though she was so young, she never forgot that feeling of complete helplessness.

That feeling was the exact same one that surrounded District 7 today.

Lou and Avery had gone for a quick run in the morning (as he’d been making her do everyday since they arrived in District 7 three months ago), and Lou couldn’t’ help but exam the faces of the citizens. Many of the children didn’t seem as if they comprehended what exactly was going on. They’d been to young to remember the horror of the games, and even though they would have been taught about it, it was different seeing it. Different living it.

Those who were old enough seemed grimmer than the dead, but there was something more in their expression. There was a challenge. It was a shock, to say the least, when The Capitol came into power once more. Lou was never sure if the citizens of Panem could handle another rebellion again, but that look of pure hatred towards the reaping let her know not to entirely count out that idea. If their plan succeeded, there would be those who backed them once more.

As Lou gathered her hair into a tight updo, she slipped on a cotton dress, the shade of emerald green. She was never a big fan of dresses, but for some reason it was customary during the reaping to present oneself in a neatly formal attire. Make the pigs pretty before the slaughter. She was the last person who wanted to go along with their little game, but for the plan to work, she had to put on face. She couldn’t be Alouette Barsotti, a district 13 soldier. She had to be Astraea Roman, District Seven wood worker with a charming enough attitude that would make the capitols people fall in love with her. She had to be unsuspecting, but she couldn’t blend into the background.

She had to be a player.

Making her way through the little cabin in the middle of the woods in which her and Avery had shared, she slipped out the back door to face the light haired boy chopping wood in the back. He had become rather well acquainted with the axe during his time there. He’d made sure she was as well.

β€œAlex,” she spoke gently as to get his attention, unable to call Avery his real name. She hadn’t since they’d arrived. He needed to get used to hearing it, and Lou never knew what hid in the trees, able to find out their secrets. β€œIt’s time to go. The reaping is starting.”

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They had their plan sorted. District 13 had made sure there was enough history and records of their false identities for no one to second guessed their District 7 status. They were parentless at a young age, having met on the streets. They were outcasts who stuck together in their secluded cabin most of their life. They’d only showed face more often now as they had to produce more work for The Capitol. It would work well enough for a cover story. The Capitol would be interested enough in a sob story of parentless kids come together to make their own family. The game keepers might even try to keep them alive a little longer just for that desperate plot. It would also make sense that if one got into the games, the other would volunteer to β€˜protect’ the other. They had enough counting cards in the draw added in that they already had a higher than normal chance of being picked. However, if they had to volunteer, that’s what they would do.

After getting promptly signed in, she made her way into the crowds that had accumulated around the districts Justice Building. Lou slipped in, trying her best to blend in as best as she could. She put on a face of nerves, rubbing her wrists as if she was anxious, eyes darting around, foot tapping on the ground. Inside she was more calm than she appeared. She already knew the intended outcome, and would do anything to achieve it.

As soon as the District 7 escort came on stage, the crowd grew hush. The escort was named Faefarrel Presstina. She was a dainty woman, reaching no more than 5’1. The excessive platform heels however, made her appear just under six foot. She had glossy wavy hair, wore long to the back of her knees. It was a blaring yellow, in a shade Lou had not quite seen before. The silk dress of the same colour was simply draped and pinned over her body, adorned with large blue gems of varying colour. Her makeup was detailed, her skin tinged a soft blue that reminded her of a frosted corpse. Lou never could understand the beauty standards of The Capitol.

She tapped on the mic once with nails of blue that reminded her of claws. She went through her little speech, wishing everyone happy hunger games and all that. Her voice was sharp, strict, yet still soft. She half reminded her of a kitten playing with new toys.

β€œWell, let’s see what darling sweethearts District Seven has to offer, hmm?” She stated, before making a show of reaching into the bowl of names on her right. She plucked one out while saying, β€œyour female tribute is…” before opening it up and booming out the name. β€œAstraea Roman! Oh how lovely.”

Lou was a little shocked that her name had been picked after all, but it really worked in her favour. Slipping from the crowd, she strode up to the stage with a look of strength and bravery. A look of someone ready to take on this challenge, not to break it.

As she stood over the woman who towered over her in heels, Faefarrell cooed and she ran a hand over the top of her head, as if petting her. β€œWell aren’t you a dainty thing.” Instinctively, Lou took a step away from her. She instantly covered it up by faking a sneeze, saying with a little laugh, loud enough for the mic to pick up, β€œsorry, I think I might be a little allergic to your perfume!” Keep playing along. The Capitol had a habit of liking those with a good attitude, willing to play up a story and character.

Faefarell gave a little titter of her own, half uncaring, before she moved onto the next bowl in order to pick the male tribute. She gave the same little show of anticipation like before, until she pulled a slip of paper and announced β€˜Alex Snow’. This is good. They never had to volunteer after all.

Pulling a face of shock and worry, Lou made sure to keep her eyes glued on Avery as he made his way up to the stage. Best start twisting their whole story as soon as possible. She listened as Fae gave the same sort of conversing piece to him, until she took note of the look on Lou’s face. β€œMy, you two look like you know each other,” she commented. Lou snapped out of her β€˜daze’, before trying to recollect herself. Going as far as letting a tear fall would be too much. She needed to be charming, she needed a story. She couldn’t show any weakness. Grabbing Avery’s hand in her own, she gave a small sad smile at him, before turning towards the escort. β€œHe’s my best friend” she softly stated. That should be enough for the cameras.

Faefarell gave a sympathetic look that even Alouette had trouble deciphering if it was fake or true. β€œWell, at least you have one another, hmm?,” she commented, still slightly sullen. Fae shook it off quickly after before announcing them as District 7’s tributes once more.

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Walking into training, Lou was counting all the thing she knew they needed to do; get a handle on who all the tributes are, if they would be of use in their plan, who where the ones who’d need to be taken out. They needed to take in as much information as they could, but also show face enough that they wouldn’t be put off as weak. They needed to be challenging enough that they would pique interest in others.

Sadly, Lou had added another thing onto that ever long list the moment she saw her training suit. It was basic, all it had going for it was that it was easy to move in. Her own training gear at home had accumulated many additions to it as Lou grew older and found ways to improve it. She would need to do the same to this one.

As she entered the space, she was quick to count heads. Some faced away, but all she needed to know was that her and Avery where the fifth group to enter.

Glancing up at her partner, she simply nodded at him before gliding away to glance at all the stations. They knew what they needed to do. Spread out, but still look out for one another. Keep notes. Deciding to start on the modification of her suit early, Lou began plucking various materials from the tables, breaking off different pieces of metal here and there. As she moved towards the knife throwing stations, she simply grabbed the knife already protruding from one of the dummies. As she turned away, having collected the materials she needed, her eyes just barley grazed over a frame in which she’d hadn’t seen in years and that had changed drastically. It took her only a second to realize who it was. Her twin sister.

This wasn’t apart of the plan. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Walking past them, Lou wanted to make sure her sister saw her. She was unsure if it would click in her mind who she was right away, and only hoped her sister was smart enough not to say anything out loud while another person was there. They needed to be careful about this.

Making her way towards the fire starting station, she dropped the collected materials beside her as she began to start a strong flame, all the while plotting in her mind what to do now that something had changed, and why the hell her sister was here in the first place.

Lou had a feeling it wasn’t by chance.

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Character Portrait: Alouette Barsotti Character Portrait: Laerke A. Barsotti Character Portrait: Avery Taylor Character Portrait: France I. Ellsworth Character Portrait: Emily Stone
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Laerke glanced curiously at the redhead who had thrown a knife into the exact center of a target with absolutely no apparent effort at all. Yes, the brunette knew that it was practically taboo to not full-on hate a Career, but the redhead beside her had sparked a long-buried memories from eight years ago. Laerke thought the green-eyed Career was...intriguing, to say the least. Said Career practically ordered the Capitol assistants to activate the moving dummies, throwing the knives in the center of the targets as they came into view.

Laerke watched the redhead out of the corner of her eye, tossing a knife at a non-moving target as she did so. Of course, Laerke definitely didn't hit the center, but she hit the actually target. That was definitely a start. The brunette absentmindedly attempted knife-throwing as she retreated into her thoughts.

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Eight-year-old Laerke Barsotti eagerly dashed up to her home. Ever since the Hunger Games ended and the Capitol were knocked off their overly flamboyant throne, district citizens could visit or even move to other districts if they wanted to and could afford it. Laerke and her mother never really wanted to leave District 10, despite Laerke's father and twin sister being in District 13.

For the past week, Laerke's mother, Colombia Barsotti, a milker, had visited District 2 to check on an old friend. Laerke was sent to live with a family friend while her mother was away, but after six long days, she was back.

"Mom!" Laerke greeted cheerfully at the sight of her mother. "You're back! What's District 2 like? Were people stabbing each other like crazy?"

Colombia smiled tiredly at her youngest daughter, pulling out a chair for her. Laerke plopped down in it, gazing up at her mother curiously. "One question at a time, Laerke," Colombia chided. "It's nice to see you too."

"So...what was District 2 like? 'Cause at school, in history, Miss Joubert said that District 2 had killed lots of our tributes, and that we shouldn't like them at all." Laerke blinked at her mother. "But I thought that not everybody from District 2 was cruel. Miss Joubert looked at me like I was crazy."

Colombia sighed, smiling down at her daughter. She ruffled Laerke's brunette hair. "It's nice that you're taking the time to question what everybody is saying, Laerke," she said. The woman sighed. "District 2 was one of the most frightening places I could ever imagine."

Laerke furrowed a brow. "W-What do you mean?"

With that, Colombia launched into a brutal tale, with Laerke listening intently, unfazed for the most part. "It was clear that they were rich. District 2 was definitely not a bad-looking place. But at the same time, they weren't a very...decorative district. Do you know what I mean, Laerke?"

Laerke nodded rapidly.

"Oh, Laerke...the children there...they were so stiff...like soldiers forced into war. Even though the Hunger Games ended, it seemed like they still trained their children in the same way they had trained their Careers."

"But if the games are over, why does being a Career matter?"

"It doesn't, Laerke. But District 2 was a very harsh district. It made me feel nervous just being there. Among the orderly people with set jaws...it was like I knew nothing about them. Which I didn't.

"Do you know who Victor Ellsworth is, Laerke? One of the strongest and most brutal victors in Hunger Games history?"


Laerke nodded.

"He has a daughter your age. I heard her name was France. She's supposedly the strongest 'Career tribute' in her age group.

"I wondered, did she really want it? Her father had embarrassed her multiple times, scolding her for being weak, physically assaulting her in public. In front of me, Laerke, an outsider."


"But Miss Joubert called people from District 2 'prideful bastards who would do anything to make their district and citizens seem like the best in Panem.' Why would Victor make France seem weak in front of you? That makes no sense."

"It doesn't, Laerke. Maybe Victor wanted to seem stronger than his daughter?"

"He doesn't need to downgrade - is that the word? - France to seem strong! He's a victor! Everybody already knows that!"

"Perhaps Victor himself doesn't? But Laerke, even with all Victor has done, his public belittling of his daughter wasn't what bothered me the most."

Colombia took a deep breath as Laerke cocked her head to the side, confused, before continuing. "Laerke...France has the unforgettable eyes of a hardened warrior. Something an eight-year-old should never come close to having.

"The point is, Laerke, you're right. You shouldn't hate all Careers, as strange as that may sound. In places like District 2, I suppose to only way to survive is to be like everybody else."

Laerke was brought back to reality as the redhead besides her completed the simulation. "Hope you don't mind me asking," Laerke said casually, "but do you know someone named France Ellsworth?"

The redhead narrowed her eyes, setting her unsettling gaze on the brunette. "I am France Ellsworth," she said in a slightly cold manner. Laerke's eyes widened slightly. "You'd do well to keep that in mind, shorty." With that, the redhead sauntered away, heading towards the swords on the other side of the room. As she did so, Laerke turned her head back to the targets. Wait...

Hell, is that my sister? Laerke asked herself. It has been ten years, but Lou and Laerke were twins. They could recognize each other, even though they looked practically nothing alike. Holy bullcrap, it is Lou!

During her years of butchering, Laerke had developed an uncanny ability to not be surprised. If she did happen to get surprised, Laerke's face wouldn't betray that emotion. Lou pulled out a knife France had threw and headed over to the fire starting station.

As her sister left, Laerke attempted to throw a few more knives, a lucky one hitting a ring close to the center. Clearly, Laerke wasn't good enough with throwing knives, but butchering skills had to come in handy.

When she finished, Laerke calmly left the station, letting her eyes roam over her choices before deciding to head towards the fire-starting station. Towards Lou.

The Capitol assistant next to the station explained the process with great zeal, Laerke nodding absentmindedly as the tall Capitol citizen spoke enthusiastically.
How the hell did shorty know my name? France asked herself and she headed towards the swords. Yes, practically everybody knows who my father is, but at the same time, very few people from the lower districts actually know who I am. Which, frankly, was quite disappointing.

France chose two nearly identical swords from the table. They were heavy enough, but the swords weren't overly bulky. Perfect for dual-wielding.

The Capitol assistant opened her mouth to explain the station, but France brushed her off rudely. "I know what to do." France had a choice between dummies and a simulation. The simulation would be more challenging, since the generated opponents were moving and had the minds of hardened fighters. "Turn on the simulation," France told the Capitol assistant. Hmm...it went from Level 1 (the easiest) to Level 20 (the most difficult). "Level 18.5." The Capitol assistant raised her eyebrow, as if she was surprised that the redhead knew that level existed (of course it did, this was the Capitol), but turned on the simulation anyway.

The first opponent came from behind - France could easily tell due to the bright glow of the simulated tribute. She whipped around, swinging her swords into its neck. The head fell apart from the rest of the body before the entire thing disappeared in pixels.

From then on, it was exhilarating. France wouldn't call it easy, but at the same time, the simulation definitely wasn't too difficult for her. The simulation ended as France defeated two opponents at once. Since France had trained herself to be ambidextrous, she could easily wield two swords at once - a difficult feat for most, since many had a dominant hand.

Sander was glaring at her, France noticed. You would think that two Career tributes from the same district would get along in attempt to win the games, but in reality, it was the complete opposite. Because in the end, no matter what the Capitol tried to convince you of, there could only be one victor in the Hunger Games.

At that very moment, France had a feeling that it wasn't going to be her.

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Three months in District 7 drove Avery to the edge. He hated every time they had to go into town. Peacekeepers seem to be everywhere. Every time he saw them enforcing the law, he just wanted to split their head in half with an axe. The only thing he liked about the district was that they used axes. Avery had gotten quite skilled with the tool. He knew he could kill someone with an axe by now. He likely could test that theory out in the games. He doubted all the tributes would want to stop the games.

For the reaping, Avery decided to wear: a while button up shirt, black cotton pants and vest, black dress shoes, and an emerald green tie. He decided he should match Lou in some sense. They had a sob story The Capital would love. Outcasts and parentless children who met on the streets. They stuck together to make their own family. They lived in a secluded cabin, and the only reason people saw their faces more was because of the increased workload. The story honestly sounded ridiculous to him. Though, he knew The Capitol would eat it up. Before he headed outside, he brushed his hair. At the moment it was short, maybe just a few inches long, and platinum blond.

Once outside, he began to chop would. He may as well do something productive while waiting for Lou. When she said Alex, it went in one ear and out the other. He finally stopped and paid her attention when she mentioned the reaping. Avery was not looking forward to seeing their escort. Capital people always seem to be ridiculous.




He stayed close to Lou and watched as she faked nerves. Avery knew he could not fake nerves. He just stood there with his arms crossed and face relaxed. Of course since his face was resting, he looked grim. Grim would work as the games were back. As the escort spoke, Avery spaced out. His mind went to his mission. He was thinking of the best ways to accomplish it. He shifted his weight and took a small step forward when Lou, well Astraea, was chosen. He knew he'd have to volunteer unless he was chosen. Avery let out a small chuckle at Faefarrell and Lou's interaction. Could Avery say he was allergic to the perfume too?

Alex Snow. He was surprised he had actually gotten chosen as well. He was glad though since he wouldn't need to volunteer. Avery uncrossed his arms and slowly walked up tot he stage. He stood on the other side of Lou, alway from the escrow. Avery flashed Lou a halfhearted smile as he ignored the escort's word. When Lou took his hand, he gave hers a light squeeze. He glanced out to the crowd when they were announced as the tributes.




Avery was at peace and somewhat excited when they finally entered the training room. He nodded in reply to Lou and watched as she walked away. He leaned against one of the walls as he watched the tributes in the room. He wondered why Lou went to the fire starting station first, but decided not to put much thought into it. Though, curiosity peaked when the District 10 female tribute went to the same station as well.

Avery's gaze went to the female from District 2, likely a career, who went to the swords. He watched her do the simulation at one of the harder levels. Avery found it funny when he noticed the other career was glaring at her. He wondered if these two would need to be eliminated. Avery assumed they would need to be, but they could surprise him and want to end the games. Slowly, he walked towards the District 2 female.

β€œYou should try that same level, but with just one hand. First the right and then the left, well, start with whichever you like.This would be to see if you are just as good with one alone as you are with both,” he said as he slowly walked by her. Avery was headed to the hand-to-hand combat station. He took note of how he'd have to force Lou to come to this station at some point. He greeted one of The Capital assistants before they headed to the combat area. Avery waited for his opponent to make the first move.

Avery made sure to drag out the fight. He could have ended it quickly, but he knew he had to hold himself back. He knew he couldn't end the fight too quickly. He just had to show he was good, not great. Once he won the fight, he asked for a harder opponent. He wanted something of a challenge. A sigh escaped his lips. He missed District 13's trainers, they were more difficult at least.

Though, Avery had to wait for his harder opponent. The harder opponent was fighting the District 11 male tribute. Though, who know if you could call it a fight. The tribute was getting destroyed. Avery had to give the tribute credit for actually wanting to try. Avery's light blue sparkling eyes roamed the training room as he waited.

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Emily pretty much was playing with the paints to see how the colors looked on her skin. Her arms were covered with different shades of brown, blue, yellow, and green streaks. There were also white and black streaks. She even mixed a few colors together. Emily knew this skill would be useful, but she would need to invest time into it. She had a lot to learn in a short period of time.

This activity, somewhat, helped her keep her thoughts from going to District 11. Tears had formed and run down her cheeks here and there. She really hated how she let her emotions get to her. Emily was still in shock she would need to participate in the games. It pretty much meant death. Her family would have to deal with another death so soon after Sofia’s. Sadly her death would be for everyone to watch.

β€œOh well, if I die, I will just make sure it is a quick death. No one I care for needs to see me die a horrible death. Hopefully…” she said to herself. Her teeth pressed together as she sensed herself ready to start full out crying. She wiped her hands on her shirt and rubbed her eyes. She took in a slow shaky breath.

A distraction came when Emily heard someone whistle. She didn’t even notice the District 10 tributes had walked in. Em was curious and walked around the table to be able to look at them secretly. She took in another shaky breath and wiped her tears away. Knowing more strangers were in the room numbed her sadness for now. Deep down she knew she couldn’t let the other tributes see her looking so pathetic. Emily knew she already looked like she had cried. The whites of her eyes were red, and her eyes were puffy. Emily even had very pale purple bags under her eyes.

I will make sure to get enough sleep tonight, and my face will look fresh and healthy. I just need to make sure to train enough too. I at least need to try in the games…think of some impossible way to win… Tension filled her muscles when she sensed someone walk by her. It was the female tribute from District 10. She was walking towards the knife throwing station. Emily quickly stopped watching her as she went back to focus on the paints.

Her fingers dug in-between her bandages and neck. Quickly she loosened them. It hurt a bit, as she had to rip the bandages to make them looser. Emily knew her wounds needed to breath anyways. Her neck only had a few short lashes, which were pretty much healed. The peacekeeper’s flogger tips just graced her neck. She got hit too high up on her back this time around. Emily took the bandages from around her neck off. Her neck had red lines from the bandages. She placed the bandages on the table and began to try paint a leaf on them




Emily actually got her arm to look like tree bark by the time the District 2 tributes came in. Emily was standing in a way where she could see them walk in. The girl had beautiful bright hair. She watched the two tributes while adding colors to her arm. She wanted the bark to look like it had moss on it. Her shirt was a mess of colors since she used it as a rag. There were towels and even bowels of water around, but the shirt was faster thing to use.

Her eyes stayed on the District 2 female as she approached the District 10 female. She wondered if the female was trying to make an ally. Emily thought of how allies may help her survive longer, but they would just become enemies in the end. Only one person could win the game.

As if I could even make it to the end of the games. I’ll just die and… She stopped her thoughts immediately. Emily had finally stopped crying and felt numb. She wanted to be able to keep things that way. Feeling numb was good. Her emotions seemed to have disappeared for now. She felt hopeless, but that was bearable.

Seconds later she was focused on her arm once more. It gave her something to do. She was actually getting rather good at this activity. Who knew she could have another talent besides being a farmer and delivering calves? Emily knew she should move to another station, but she wasn’t sure which one.

Once done, Em cleaned the paint off of herself. She even took a moment to clean the back of her neck. It stung, but her face showed no sign of pain. She knew when she showered later, the pain would be worst for her back. It had the worst wounds. She rinsed the towel clean and wiped her face. She watched the assistant get clean towels and water bowels. After just staring for a bit, she began to walk around the training room. Emily stopped near the weapons to pick up a sickle.

She used the sickle many times before when harvesting crops. Emily quickly looked it over before putting it back. Maybe she would do the simulation tomorrow. She was good with it when it came to crops, so she could likely kill someone with it. She decided it’d be the first thing she would do tomorrow. Emily continued her walk around the training room.

Finally she stopped at the snares station once passing the fire making station. She was pretty good at making traps. She had to make them to protect the cows and plants from pesky animals. Her traps were always humane, but she knew she couldn’t make them like for the game. Emily stretched as The Capital assistant explained things to her. She ignored the pain and warm running down her back.

Great, opened something up, oh well. I will just deal with it later. I doubt anyone will notice anyways, well, unless someone notices the smell of blood.
Emily quickly got to work with practicing the basic snares. They were easy and what they mainly used in District 11. She now started on the more advanced traps. Emily decided she would stick to this area for a while.

Maybe I can win, but obviously not by fighting. Traps should work…or I can just stay hidden during the entire game until everyone else is dead. If I die, my family will be devastated. Though, can I really win? Maybe I should just end my life now or quickly during the games. My family doesn’t need to see me die a horrible death…but they do need me…why is life so complicated? Haven’t I gone through enough? Maybe I was a horrible person in my past life…