Kishan Rajaram's Story

"Blake Artisan."
The young girl laughs a little as she takes her seat by the other tributes which earns her a few glances. That was okay, they knew she wasn't quite right in her head. Another girl glares at her glittering eyes bu Blake just sticks her tongue out. She would be a handful.

"Kylee Speare."
On shaky knees Kylee stands up and heads to the girls section. The messed up girl offers her a seat and Kylee sits down. Why her? Why her in these horrible things? "Because we're all stupid people." laughing quietly in a weird way the girl beside her, Blake, says but turns away. "Make an impression!" Blake whispers and nudges Kylee in the ribs, her hand holds a knife. She takes it and hurtles it at a victors foot. It misses by an inch but Blake laughs again, not meanly but out of pleasure. She really was messed up.

"Kishan Rajaram."
Effie Trinket calls the boy's name and he walks over, flashing the victors and others a winning smile. He hears a thud that means something, or rather some girl, fell. Kishan goes to take a seat by Blake, hoping she'll give him a throwing knife. No such luck.

Blake
The doors open on an apartment that has the exact same layout as the ones Blake had seen. The only difference is the furniture; everything soft is removed. There's hard chairs and benches, shiny ceramic floors, glass tables, and edges, corners everywhere. I guess they careers weren't treated as pampered as I thought. Blake thought. "Did this come like this?" She ask, a tone of annoyance in her voice. Her Capitol assistant knows what she won't say. "No. The mentors changed it, to keep you sharp," she says, with a tight smile. "Nice guys," Blake mutters in an undertone. "If we have Enobaria...I'm gonna murder Katniss." Behind her is the boy who sat beside her, Kishan. "Why? I am so grateful for this!" she laughs and follows Kishan. He leads her through the apartment, which mercifully seems to be empty of their mentor, into her room. It's where it normally was, but it couldn't look more different. The floor is concrete, the walls programmed to prison-cell grey, and instead of a bed there's just a mattress on the floor. He's waiting for her reaction. Not caring about anything and just saying what comes to her mind, she speaks. "You're not gonna go soft in here," Blake finally say, smiling at him. "I am so honored to be in Clove's room!" Blake jumps up and down on the bed and squeals with joy. "You are so weird." Kishan smiles and leaves her to her own devices.

Blake
The little girl hops up and down so many times Kishan runs back in and pushes her off, saying it was so annoying. "Can we train or something?" Blake whines. "Sneak time?" Kishan asks her, eyebrow raised. "Sneak time!" she replies excitedly as they run out the room and out their door, quietly shutting it. Not listening she runs off but almost slams into another group coming her way. It's the Avox girl and some other guy. Kishan is behind and gets a little nervous from being caught but Blake just smiles, her same amused smile.

As I walked into the elevator, Blake and Kishan rushed out and into me and the boy behind me. I didn't know his anme didn't want to. I stood and stared. What were they doing? I waved akwardly at Blake and nodded. I still wasn't done thanking her. She nodded. Then she opened her mouth to speak.

"Move! The knives are gonna leave!" Blake tries to run past before realizing it's the avox girl. Then she smirks, this girl can't turn her in. "Oh, it's you. Hi." Kishan grabs her shoulder and steadies her from charging ahead. Tiny things dance in her vision and she was anxious to show them how skilled she was. Again, she was a little off.