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Bridget Grace

District 10 female

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a character in “The Forgotten Games”, as played by happyface

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Bridget Grace
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Dark, rich brown
Height/Weight: 5'6, 115
District: 10

Personality

Bridget is a bubbly girl, loud and almost always laughing. That is, when she is with her friends or sister, but when she is at work or school, there's not a chance you could get her to smile. Passion is something she thinks should be kept to yourself. She can seem cold or condescending, but if you really get to know her, and earn her trust, you could become fast friends.

She is amazing with animals, they seem to understand her, and her them.

Equipment

She knows how to use a whip, incredibly well from the livestock, and is good with guns. She can also work her way with a meat thumper.

So begins...

Bridget Grace's Story

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Bridget's hands were shaking as she tied the bow onto her ponytail, and started to do the same to her sister, Maddy, who was seated infront of her. She pulled the loops of the light blue ribbon and sighed as she had finally finished getting ready. "You know we don't have long until it starts," she said, standing up and smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress. The dress was her mothers, and Maddy was wearing her old one, now that she had grown out of her old one.

Their mother would wear a new dress, bought with the money that they had spent months to earn, even though she herself never worked. But that's the way their mother was, take take take, and never a give. Their father was rarely even home anymore, always busy working with the livestock.

Their farm was one of the biggest in the district, but that didn't make them rich, and their house was small, two rooms. The two girls exited the room, grabbing a bucket of feed and scattering it in the two animal troughs next to the door before dropping the bucket and breaking into a run to make sure they were on time. As they arrived in the town square, Bridget could see that most of the people had already arrived.

She kissed Maddy's forehead, watching her scamper off to join her friends in the 13 year old section, and marching herself over to the 15 year old section. She didn't have any friends, at least not that were girls, and certainly not that were her age. Her two best friends were Adam and Jake, one 16 and one 18, and they had been best friends for years. She found them each in the crowd, catching their eyes, then turning away.

The district 10 escort rose to the stage, giving the usual speech, then quickly moving onto the name calling, trying to keep things interesting for the capitol. He made a great deal of effort to make it interesting, sticking his hand in the fish bowl and wafting it around for nearly ten seconds before taking it out. He walked back to the microphone, opened the card, read it, then spoke. "Bridget Grace!"

Bridget stood in shock, her eyes opening large. The people around her backed away, giving her a lot of space. They cleared a path, and reluctantly, Bridget stepped forward, walking slowly, yet towards the stage. Halfway up, she heard a call from behind her, all heads whipping back to see where the noise was from.

Maddy. Maddy had called out, abandoning her section, and walking into the aisle up to the stage behind Bridget, peace keepers holding her back. Bridget started shaking her head at her sister, walking faster to the stage. "Stop!" Her sister's strained voice called out. "You can't go!" And in the moment before she would be able to volunteer for Bridget, she saw Adam and Jake taking Maddy back, hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming.

Bridget didn't pay attention to the next things happening, not noticing the boy tribute, not noticing as she was ushered into the justice building, and not noticing when she didn't even get a chance to say bye to her family. The only thing she noticed, was waiting outside with the escort, waiting for the train.

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((Sorry Rhasslairiel, I was returning from holiday and had like 8 plaine rides.))

Nicholas's head snapped around to face Amabelle. "What are you, crazy?" He pushed her back again, not really roughly, but obviously mad. "Why would we keep me alive? Go back so I can take care of my family, and die a slave to them?" His voice got softer, and he stepped closer to her, taking her hands in his and kissing them. "We're sending you home. For your brother, for you. You're gunna go back, and one day get married. " He kept his eyes locked with hers, thinking about what that meant, and it gave him a new type of strength.

He would do everything in his power to keep her alive. Even if it meant dying himself.


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Bridget skipped around the district 10 train cart, waiting for the boy of her district to arrive. Where was he? Was he allowed to see his family? Why didn't she get the chance? Bridget shook her head, plopping herself into a chair and took a sigh, looking out the windows at the passing by world. It then dawned on her that she was going to die. And she knew it.

Worst of all, she accepted it. Because not only was she not a fighter, she wasn't a killer. She may be stony and cold, but killing was something she would not be able to do. No matter how hard she tried, and she knew it.

((P.S. Akjadestar, I LOVE Rhiannon's face claim haha))

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Ian headed towards the Reaping without his father. The violent man was left in the house to fend for himself, Ian wasn't about to risk his own skin to stop him getting in trouble with peacekeepers. He stood with the other 17 year old boys, looking over the crowd. No one came to close to him, which was good because he liked his personal space. He could hear people assuring each other they wouldn't be chosen, and vaguely wondered what that was like. Still, it wasn't like he'd miss much if he was chosen, the animals, but that was about it. The ceremony had already started, but he was hardly paying attention.
"Bridget Grace."
Ian's head shot up, he knew that name. He admired her relationship with the animals. Maybe that wasn't what most people thought of when they looked for good traits in people but she really seemed to understand them. She also had a little sister, didn't she? And two parents, though he wasn't sure about how close the family was. He watched Bridget make her way onto the stage, and the small commotion when the girl he assumed was her sister tried to stop her. He was lost in thought as he watched the young girl be dragged away by two boys.
"Ian Harding."
Again his head snapped up, shocked at the realisation that he'd just been called. He made his way up to the stage in a daze. So he wasn't leaving much behind, but he still didn't want to go. He wasn't focused as they made their way into the Justice building but, even though he knew his father wouldn't come to see him, he did notice that they didn't give him the chance to say his farewells. The next thing he was fully aware of was standing by the window watching his home disappear behind them. Wonder where Bridget was, he'd find her later, for now he just needed to sit down.

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Bridget turned around, sensing another person nearby, and exited her specific room, and walked out into the main train room. Ian Harding. That's who the boy tribute was. It made her feel bad. She knew Ian, and she knew that like her, he was also really good with animals, and a bit of a loner.

She wanted to say something, tell him some words of encouragement, tell him it'd be fine and he wouldn't die, but she couldn't find any words to comfort him, especially since they didn't know each other too well. So, like a babbling idiot, all she said was, "Uh Hi."

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Ian looked away from the window, the last of the fields already having disappeared, to find Bridget had emerged from her room. What should he say? How was he meant to talk to people again? Not the way he talked to the animals, but not the way he talked to his father either. Amazing, everything that was a head of him and the thing he was most worried about was how to talk to other people? That was always his problem.
"Yeah," he replied finally, "Hi. Hey, did you get to say goodbye? I mean, the other districts do right?" He doubted this was really the best subject to bring up, Bridget seemed pretty close to her sister, she probably would have actually liked to say goodbye. Unlike himself. She was going to have people watching the games, worrying about her. She must do, the two her took her sister away were probably her friends, they'd want her back home. Alive. Tributes had the right to say goodbye, if they had someone to say goodbye to.

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Bridget shook her head, naturally keeping her face emotionless. "Nope. Not to anyone. We were suposed to," she said, plopping down into a chair at the table in the center of the room. So he didn't get to say goodbye either, she thought, trying to figure out why, but no reasons came to her. It really didn't make sense. But who would Ian have said bye to? the thought passed through her mind, sadness passing through her. He doesn't have any siblings, and his dad is...

Her mind cut off at the thought. Maybe some people didn't notice, but to Bridget, it was obvious something was up with the relationship between the two. She looked at Ian, at his eyes, the way his hair fell over the top of his head, and she realized something. Out of everyone, he would be the hardest to kill. If it came down to it, if it was her or him, she would die. She would be the one to go. But they don't like that, the two last tributes from the same district. They wont let it happen.

So, the real question was, if it came down to it, could he kill her?

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Ian continued to stare out the window, what was he meant to do? He'd been in fights before, he'd had to fight his parents just to survive. He could take hits and knew how to fight back, but actually killing people was different. He believed he could do it, physically. Living things are fragile. He'd learnt that ages ago. Worse still he was going to go up against girls, he'd never had to fight girls. Worst still, Bridget, someone he knew. No matter what the assumptions were about him, he was not cut out for these games at all.
Sighing he pressed his head to the glass, watching the world pass them by. He knew Bridget, and most of the other tributes for that matter, would have family or something desperately hoping for their return. What did he have? A father who couldn't stand to be in the same room as him for more than ten minutes, and a bunch of animals. Not much. Still, he didn't want to die himself, and he wasn't stupid. There was a fair way to go before they actually made it into the arena, he'd do his best until then. Thing's would probably change in the arena, when it was him or them. He'd decide what to do then, he'd seen other games, he could survive fair while. Bridget probably could to, she was bright, there was a high possibility he wouldn't even meet her in the arena. Despite these decisions, knowing what was coming for them, it still made his stomach twist when he looked at Bridget.

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Bridget looked at Ian, plopping herself down into a chair at the table centered in the room. She glanced around quickly. Silent. He had remained silent. Obviously, he doesn't want to talk, she thought, but even as she thought that, a new thought came to ehr. But maybe we all need to. We are upset, confused, and worst of all, preparing to die. Yeah, we need to talk.

"Did you hear the accent our escort has?" She gave a slight smile. "Pretty funny huh?"

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Nicholas's eyes became large as he thought about what Amabelle had said, but quickly he shut the thought down. "It's never like that. Their has to be a winner. How do you expect us to stay alive? And no," a sad frown came to his face," we can't risk making ourselves targets. Okay?" He raised his eyebrows for an understanding nod from her.

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Ian finally turned away from the window and focused on Bridget.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," He replied, "And does she have a set of lung or what?" One thing he believed Capitol people to be good for was a laugh. They were hilarious, in appearance and the way they spoke. Plus if he focused on that it lessened the hatred towards them. He was getting the feeling he was going to be talking a lot more now than he used. Not that it was a bad thing, but he still wasn't exactly sure how to talk to people. On the other hand it was fairly easy to talk to Bridget.

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Bridget would have smiled, had she been an average, emotion full girl, but, emotions are weakness, so she simply nodded her head. "Seriously. And I don't think she says any one syllable words. Always drags them out for a few seconds." She gave a slight laugh. Honestly, I don't know how they get anything done.

The accents were rediculous, but they fit so well. Their snobby, peppy attitudes had to be accompanied by something at least as crazy. And as if that was not enough, they always seemed to be wearing enough clothes to cover a few families. Or wearing enough cosmetics to keep a building from falling down. Or even spending enough on surgeries to have kept a family or two well fed for years with all necessary needs.

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Nicholas's face changed from hope, to a blank, emotionless expression. "I'm going to find a way to fix this, with or without your help."He heard her saying, understanding her tone immediately, but it was too late. The girl was about to lose her emotions. "You're so hell-bent on dying? This doesn't have to be like this anymore. We can do something about it. I know there's something we can do." He watched Amabelle reach towards the door, getting in a few last words before shutting it. "I'll see you at dinner," and he watched her walk out.

For a second, he just stod still, shocked. Amabelle had a short temper, and he knew that better than anyone, but never had her temper been directed at him. She had always been mad about other things, and come to him for help. He knew how to make her happier, how to calm her, but not when she was mad at him. What was he suposed to door? Nicholas smacked the door open, just in time to see Amabelle enter the district 12 compartment.

"Crap," he mumbled under his voice, getting angry himself. He punched the wall, hard as he could, and groaned. If he wanted, he could follow Amabelle into the district 12 compartment, but he knew she wouldn't like that. We have to make up, he thought. We wont survive the games without each other.

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“I guess we’re going to be seeing heaps of that when we get to the Capitol,” Ian replied without thinking, he moved into one of the chairs, “Not to mention the stylists.” That idea was suddenly at the forefront of his mind. They were going to be left in the hands of their stylists, now that was scary.
“I wonder what the costumes will be like this year,” He mumbled, mostly to himself. If there was any part of this that scared him it was the stylists. He was much happier in his usual clothes, but he doubted he’d be allowed to where those out in front of the capitol, or that it’d get much attention. How badly he wished he didn’t have to do any of this. He just wanted to go back home, to the animals.

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"Maybe we'll be dressed as cows. Again." A quick smile came to Bridget's face, but immediately, she got rid of it. "I'm kind of excited though. About the clothes." She gazed out the window, a distracted look coming to her face as she spoke. "I want something for them to remember me by. Even after I die. I don't just want to be known as 'that district 10 girl', I want something big."

She turned her eyes back to look at Ian's. "But that's ridiculous isn't it?"

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Nicholas's head turned as Diana walked in. Did she hear me punch the wall? he thought, hoping not. But then again the train walls were thick, so probably not. "Hey." he said, walking over to the food cart and surveying it for anything of intrest. "How was your visit?" She must have met with Amabelle, and what they had discussed he did not know, but he wanted to find out.

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"Not at all," replied Ian, "Isn't that the point of this half of the games? Oh, we should get ready for dinner. If you want to stand out better start now." He headed towards his room, turning to her just before he closed the door.
"I'm going to change, I don't mind if we go to dinner together or not, you can decide," He said before moving into his room. He wasn't one for words, he was only going to wear a simple outfit anyway. He had the right build to get away with the 'strong silent type', so he'd use that to his advantage.
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Gem finished of his outfit by pulling on a pair of gloves and tucking his rose into his shirt. At the very least he knew how to dress excellently, the light brown leather fit him perfectly, maybe he'd even get on with his stylist. He entered the District Dinner car without any hesitation, receiving the expected ambush of cameras and microphones. He smiled lightly, not appearing over excited. One final question, how did he feel about being able to visit the Capitol? Asked by a female reporter.
"Well," he replied, pulling another rose apparently from thin air, "If everyone there is as beautiful as you, I see no reason for it to be anything but the best time of my life."
Oh, swoon, He thought non-committedly as the ditzy woman blinked and clutched the rose. They were so easy to lie to, surely that wasn't good for the supposed heads of their society. Oh well, not his problem. He'd given her a real rose, unlike his own, which was a fake made by District 1. He'd decided that would be his token from home, but he'd always been good at manipulating people, it was just that much easier with women if there were flowers involved. He looked over the table at his current company. He hadn't actually watched the Reaping’s yet, but he had matched faces to districts. So, it was currently himself, both from 12 and the boy from 3. He sat towards the head of the table, putting himself closer to the boy from 3 than the two from 12.

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Nicholas nodded his head to Diana, heading into his own room and closed it silently, yet completely, behind him. Turning to the closet, he pulled off his shirt, beginning to rummage through the suits of different colors. He chose a simple black tux, pulling it on, and accented it with a red bow tie. He turned to the mirror, eye his reflection, thoughts pouring into his mind. What approach should I for with the reporters, he thought, tying the bow tie.

I'm not mysterious or silent, that's for sure... I guess I'll just ask Diana. He knew that she was his opponent, and maybe she would give him bad advice, but she didn't seem like the type, so, Nicholas made his way out of his room, and was surprised to find Diana already dressed, and ready to go. And boy did she look pretty. He shook of the thoughts of that, and gave his smile. "So, what approach are you going for?" He said.

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Bridget watched Ian entered his compartment, and without hesitation, she entered hers. The sight of the moving land through the train window made her light headed, so Bridget walked over and closed the shades, quickly turning to the closet. Inside, she honestly couldn't believe her eyes. Dresses of every size, shape and color came into view. She remembered Ian's words, 'If you want to stand out better start now,' and an idea came to her mind.

A smirk came to her face. She searched quickly through the dresses, finding a strapless, florescent pink dress with a short cut off line, and a poof starting around the waist, casting a bubble a foot around her in all directions. A quick glance at the mirror nearly sent her gagging, but she was determined for this to work. Bridget grabbed a length of ribbon from the top of the make up table, and tied her hair up in it, leaving a nice big bow visible.

Bridget plopped herself down into the chair infront of the makeup and gazed her eyes upon all the different shades of colors. She picked up the brush, holding it in her hand awkwardly, and placed it into a light gold, picking some up. She spread it lightly over her eyelids, dropped the brush, and picked up a eyelash curler. What is this, she thought, turning it around in her hands, and after a few minutes of trying to use it to clip her nails, and trying to use it to plump her lips, she discovered what it was and curled her eyelashes, putting brown mascara on afterwards. And, to finish off the look, she took a light pink lipstick and put it on her lips, rubbing them together.

Bridget stood up and looked at her self in the mirror, realizing that she was missing something, but not sure what it is. Shoes! She pranced back over to the closet, grabbing a nice pair of white high heeled flip flops, and slipped them on, already feeling the points where blisters would occur. Then, grabbing the pearl bracelet that sat on her bed side table, the token she had snuck on, she walked to the door, twirling the handle to open it, but finding it jammed. She banged it with her hand, and finding no avail, she gave a small yell.

"Uh hello? Help?" She said, banging the door again. It was just jammed, she could tell, and it probably just needed a strong bang from the outside.

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Ian heard Bridget as soon as he left his room and moved towards the door, rattling it in its frame as he investigated why she needed help.
"Okay, stand back," He warned her without thinking. He pushed against the door, receiving a fairly satisfying crack as it open. Once the door was opened he steadied himself and looked up at Bridget. She was glowing, or was that just the dress? Either way she looked amazing, she'd done an amazing job of organising herself. He'd avoided all the things he didn't recognise, he had however considered her idea of standing out. Until they entered the arena the tributes were generally thought of in pairs, so he could help her stand out and stand out himself. With that in mind he'd selected a red jacket and white bow tie, he doubted that would be something many others would think of. Even with that though, he was totally in Bridget’s shadow. If she kept this up she was really going to stand out, she could get lots of sponsors. He wasn't the type to say this out loud though.
"You'd think the Capitol would have erased problems like that," He said, instead of any of the thoughts running through his head, "Are you ready to go then?"

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Bridget stepped back as soon as Ian told her to, and she smiled as he was able to easily push it open. She nodded her head at his question, then walked over to him, and straightened his bow tie. "You look great," she said, being honest. "How are we going to enter?" She asked, picturing how the others may have entered, imagining them doing flawless walks as if they were models. Her eyes quickly fluttered over Ian, noticing every detail of his outfit and how it flattered him in many ways. So he does know what he's doing, she thought, a slight smile coming to her face.

Her plan was simple. She was the little ditsy girl who didn't really understand what was going on, but was so honored to be chosen for a once in a lifetime opportunity. Hopefully, it would work.

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Nicholas thought for a moment. That would be good, right? Without too much hesitation, he nodded his head, beginning to think of what Diana had said before. She didn't know, and she thought he was a nice guy, well liked. She's just as nice, if not nicer, he thought, a slight sigh coming from his mouth as he thought of life back home. His brothers all rushing around the house, trying to do their chores aswell as his.

They would manage. They would have to. And he had friends who would help them, right? No one can spare more than a scrap, he thought, pain filling his eyes, but he shrugged it off. His brothers were resourceful; they would think of something. And that would be the end of his thoughts on the matter; he had a game to win.

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"Confidently?" Ian offered, thoughts elsewhere, "Are you sure you can walk in those shoes? They don't look very stable." He didn't think anything of it as he offered his arm, truth be told he was worried that she would hurt herself. Besides there was no harm in offering to help her was there? He doubted that she'd be very accustomed to high heels, at least this way he'd be able to help if she slipped. Then again, what did he know? She may be an expert. He didn't really know much about her.
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Raziel was pumped about being on the train, and with Bunny no less. That had pretty much been the deciding factor after all. He was running out of time to participate in the games, he was ready to volunteer anytime and then, out of nowhere, the only other career he'd been even mildly impressed by was called forward. For half a second he'd been frozen watching her climb the stage, smile, the smile that seemed so sincere, then without even thinking he made up his mind. The only thing that would even mildly deter him was if another career was chosen. He'd said then and there that he was volunteering and smirked as he watched the other careers slump slightly in disappointment. They wouldn't go against him. The next thing he knew some random was called up, he was volunteering for someone he didn't even know, but he was up there. Grinning brilliantly and ignoring everything the representative said. He watched Bunny in amusement, knowing her better than the poor Capitol lady did. Then they were on the train, and moving off. He was in such a good mood!
"C'mon, Bunny," he called, exiting his room in a Capitol ensemble. It wasn't actually very formal, he'd stick out, be comfortable and it was easy to move in. A Jacket, long pant, boots, a pair of gloves and the necklace from back home. He looked over at Bunny as he finished doing up the jacket.
"I hate this part," He grumbled, "It's so boring. Hurry up Bunny, the sooner we get to dinner the sooner I can start having some fun!"

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Bridget smiled to Ian, taking his arm. "I'll do fine," she said, her thoughts flashing. But what if she did fall? On purpose? The cute girl from district 10 who couldn't even figure out how to walk in high heals. That could be a killer, she thought, her smile becoming larger. She glanced down at herself quickly, taking everything thing in. The shoes; Bridget had only ever worn high healed shoes once before, and they had been her moms only pair, a light blue pair with a slight pointy toe. The dress; she only wore dresses on reaping day, and even then, it was basically a piece of fabric with holes for her legs, arms, and head.

It was so strange. All of the different things here; even the train walls were nicer than her house. And all the foor. It made her sick to see so much. She gave a small sigh, turning to look at Ian.

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"I guess we should be heading off then," Ian replied, heading for the door. How was he going to deal with this? This was insane, no way was he cut out for this. Still, as they reached the Dinner cart he stood at his full height, taking full advantage of his natural build. He opened the door for Bridget and walked in with her, managing to look over all the people from the Capitol.
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Gem stood as four more tributes entered the cart. It was polite to stand when a woman joins the table, so he'd remain standing until both the girl sat down. It also gave him a better view of them. Just looking at them he could tell things were going to get interesting. They had quite a range of personalities apparently, though who could tell what was acting and what was real? Still, the smiling girl seemed pretty sincere. Maybe the others were too. Doubtful, but, he'd have to talk to them to find out more. He kept a gentle smile on his face in case anyone chose to look this way.

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Nicholas followed Diana into the dinner cart, nervousness flowing over him. He made sure to stand up straight as the flashing of cameras began, keeping a natural smile on his face. The only time it slightly faltered was when he was asked about a relationship. What was he to say? Yes, I'm with a girl from another district? Only if he wanted to get killed. Instead he played it as cool as he could, simply replying with, "I'd be lucky if a girl talked to me," before turning towards the table, and willing Diana to come with him.

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Bridget stepped into the dining cart, planting the happiest smile she could onto her face. She was blinded for a second, but quickly blinked it off, making sure to use both hands to wave as big as she could. Quickly, Bridget glanced at Ian, seeing him looking over the crowd as questions began to be shouted from the capitol photographers. Bridget's arm was still hooked with Ian, and she made sure to keep it like that, unless he were to pull away. The first question was directed at both of them, the one Bridget had been expecting.

"So what's it like being chosen for the hunger games?" Before she gave herself to push out the words though, Bridget turned to Ian to let him answer first.