AN: I keep forgetting to write these damn things. Well, thanks to the two who rated and commented. I am so used to having lots of maoni on my fanfiction that this is a bit of a shock. But anyway, thank wewe still.
Reviews that I do get are like drugs and any critique I get is MUCHLY appreciated! Sorry my chapters are so long. As I alisema in my first one, I haven't written fanfiction in a LONG time.
Read, review and RATE!!
Chapter 2
My name was pulled from the bowl. It had lain undisturbed for 3 years to now be chosen. As I stood on the steps of the Justice building, I looked around at the citizens of my District. There were many pairs of eyes trained on me. I can be sure of that. I figured I had nothing to lose. I looked at my, now, district partner. I shook his hand and we both looked to the crowd. I had completely forgotten that there were cameras from the Capitol trained on us right at this moment. District 4 has the reputation of strong, 'career' tributes. I took a deep breath and stood high and proud.
Peacekeepers shortly approached Tyler and I and lead us into the Justice Building. I didn't know whether I would return to the District, so I took another look back just in case. The doors shut. My shoulders slumped and my moyo raced. I was trying to see the positive in all of this.
'At least I will get to live a life of luxury before I die,' I thought to myself. I almost giggled because of my nerves.
Inside the Justice boiling, John Sparks took us through the main entrance and upstairs to where Tyler and I would meet our mentor. I had never been inside this building before, so I was certain to take in all the minor details. It was all marine themed. Shells covered the skirting boards, the greenish tint in all the white. Everything was made here, in District 4.
After being led up the stairs, the doors opened to find a middle aged man. His name being Luke. He was taller than me, standing at about 6 foot; he had golden hair and dazzling green eyes. He was well built for his age too. The only signs that he was middle aged were the slight wrinkles on the back of his hands. He was reaped at the age of 13 in the 31st Hunger Games. He outwitted his opponents. His father had a good reputation around the District so, naturally, Luke got the better of everything. I had seen some reruns of his Games; definitely a career.
I couldn't help but notice that I had been zoned out for several minutes. Tyler and Luke had already been introduced and wewe could tell that Tyler admired the man.
"Luke Dwayne," he alisema to me, holding out his hand. "Victor of the 31st Hunger Games,"
I put my hand to his, giving it a firm shake. "Jessica Amane, tribute of the 49th Hunger Games," I alisema to him, just as arrogantly. "Just call me Jess," I told him.
Luke pulled his hand away. "Now is the time where wewe will have an saa to say goodbye to your loved ones," John interrupted.
Tyler and I were led to different rooms on either side of a long hallway. I sat in my room for forty five dakika before someone knocked on my door and came in. It was a person I had least expected. She was taller than me, darker hair and green eyes like Luke’s. I was embarrassed to not remember her name. I had used to go to school with her. She approached me, outstretching her arms for a hug. I didn't object. It had been nearly six years since I had, had any form of physical contact.
"Good luck, Jess," she told me. Turning around after the embrace and leaving.
It was another ten dakika before a Peacekeeper came in and took me back downstairs and shovelled me into a car. I had never been in one before, but I knew what one was. Tyler was shovelled in after me. And entering as elegantly as ever came John Sparks and Luke Dwayne.
John was beaming at us. In the dim of the car, every ray of sunlight that hit his tojo sent bright reflections back into my face. Luke, however, sat there uigizaji like a sullen teenager. Tyler couldn't sit still.
As we approached the District gate, both Tyler and I looked out the windows. Not many people leave the District. Our gate, unlike some of the zaidi unfortunate Districts, was fashioned out of stone. Standing at nearly 20 feet with coils of razor wire on the top, there wasn't a hope in hell of getting over out. The huge iron gates, emblazoned with District 4's seal, were opened and Peacekeepers approached the vehicle. Mandatory security checks were made to clear the car to leave. This process intrigued both Tyler and I.
It felt like a few dakika before we were arriving at the airbase. We were to catch a hoverplane into the Capitol. I had seen these machines fly over four while I was out fishing, but never had I been in one. The were so loud and bulky, I would have preferred to take the car all the way to the Capitol, but I was told it would take a lot longer to get there kwa car than it would take the aircraft.
Once on board the hoverplane, John left Tyler and me to deal with our new mentor, Luke. He already sat at a table, picking at the matunda that was laid out on it while Tyler and I peered out the window, watching the ground disappear beneath us.
"Sit," Luke sighed, catching the attention of both Tyler and I. So we did as he told.
Sitting around the table, I eyed up the food. Tyler helped himself, but even though we were a wealthier district, trying to live on your own meant wewe still got barely anything. I didn't think I would be allowed the food.
"Help yourself," alisema Luke, watching me. I felt so embarrassed. "You live kwa yourself," he stated.
"Sorry?" I asked. This being the first time I had spoken since the reaping.
"You are young, wewe won't touch chakula and you're skin and bones," he stated, zaidi in depth this time. "You live kwa yourself and can barely scrape enough together to live,"
I gulped. He had me down pat. He was smart.
"And you," he said, looking over to Tyler. "Your father is well respected. I know of him. And wewe can tell. wewe have meat on you, and wewe don't hesitate when chakula is put in front of you,"
Tyler smiled at his new mentor. wewe could tell he was thick. He has strength, but no intelligence.
"So, how do wewe plan to win these games?" he asked us.
'I don't know,' I told myself. 'I doubt I even have a chance,'
"Being better than the rest," Tyler told Luke.
Luke nodded. "Exactly. Do what wewe can to survive. Outsmart the others. Take them out immediately." he was telling us, however I could tell that everything was going in one ear and out the other. "People call us careers, like the tributes from Districts one and two. That will give wewe the ultimate advantage. Side with them and wewe have the strength, just be smart enough to take them out when the time is right."
wewe could tell Tyler was taking in all this knowledge before I piped up. "Why would we want to make alliances?" I ask dumbly.
"So wewe are stronger," Tyler retorted in a matter-of-factly tone.
"My point being, wewe don't want to kill your Marafiki though," I tell them.
Luke chuckled, throwing what looked like cheese, into his mouth. "There is a difference between friend and ally," he told me. "So anyway," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me what your skills are,"
Tyler was the first to answer. I figured he would be. "I'm strong and good with a spear," he told Luke.
I was staring out the window, watching the clouds pass by, before a fist thumped on the table. "And your skills?" he asked me, clearly not liking me.
My temper is starting to flare and I look him straight in the eye. "I don't wish to discuss this," and stood, leaving the room behind. I entered the room outside the cockpit. It had 4 seats, obviously for passengers, and one of these was already occupied kwa our escort John. I sat as far away from him as possible; wanting to keep to myself. I stared out the windows. It looked like we were flying over another district, but I couldn't be sure. Watching the terrain scoot under me quickly exhausted my eyes, and I could feel them getting heavy.
*****
I woke to see Luke sitting in front of me and Tyler beside me. We were coming into land in the Capitol. Outside I could see the lights of the city, the high rise building standing a lot taller than any of the watchtowers in District 4. On the landing strip, there was a roped off area, flashes of light temporarily blinding me. Cameras. I was escorted off the hoverplane and immediately greeted with the sounds of chatter. Tyler takes a liking to this and starts smiling and waving, flexing his muscles and even making small conversation with the crowd. I on the other hand just follow John to the building in front of me. The training building is what he called it. The building stands at 12 storeys high and I am lead into the building and taken to floor 4. I figure that is because of my district.
I entered my room and what greeted my eyes was amazing. Purple and machungwa, chungwa colours stood out at me. Tyler ran straight in, stopping at the breath taking appearance of our room.
I thought to myself about how many other tributes from my district have stayed in this building, but my mind erases the thoughts, seeing as District 4 only has a handful of victors.
The room is big, that I stand in. Off to my left are, what I’m going to assume are, bedrooms. Ahead of me are huge room length windows, opened up too the night sky over the Capitol. And to my right are the dining areas. A huge glass meza, jedwali fills the middle of the room. It lies empty, however.
John Sparks enters the room behind Tyler and I, trailing behind him comes Luke.
“Please, take a seat,” he tells us, gesturing towards the table. We do as he says and upon taking our seats, a young girl comes out of no where with glasses of water. Setting them in front of us quietly, she departs the room.
“So, how did wewe find the trip?” John asks us.
I see Tyler look at him from the corner of my eye. “I thought it was pretty cool,” he tells John bluntly. He really is thick, I can almost see that he will die in the arena. “A lot zaidi different to what I’m used to.”
John now turns his attention to me. “And what about you, Jessica?”
I look at him, taking in his green tinted skin; it seemed to remind me of the mkate back home. Green and samaki shaped. I nearly giggle; comparing my escort to District 4 bread.
“Different,” I tell him half heartedly. He looks at me oddly. “I didn’t like it, I prefer boats,” I tell him in zaidi detail, sighing.
“Cut the crap,” Luke tells me, glaring from his spot across the table. “We need wadhamini for wewe two and if wewe don’t have them, wewe will DIE!” Tyler almost snickers. I’m not the same as these careers. I am my own independent person, been thrown into some sick and twisted game that they see as a challenge.
“Well don’t be suck a jerk!” I yell at him, finally snapping. My fist thumps down on to the table, sending my glass of water toppling over. “I never wanted to be reaped! I never wanted to come here!”
Storming out of the room I head in the direction of the bedrooms, taking the one on the left, I descend down the small flight of stairs. I find a huge bed, kitanda clothes folded neatly on the top.
The girl I had seen earlier comes into my room and aids me into these clothes. They feel so soft on my skin. But this girl doesn’t utter a word. I figure out why. I had seen these kinds of people around my Mayor back home. My father told me about them one siku when one yawned; I saw inside his mouth and there was no tongue. Needless to say the poor man was shot as soon as his mouth opened.
The girl takes my clothes, the ones I wore to the reaping, and proceeds to leave with them.
“Please,” I plead, outstretching my hand. “If I’m to die in the arena, I would rather have my clothes. Not Capitol clothes,”
It seems to me that she smiles, handing the clothes back. She leaves the room for a dakika and comes back with a small handheld screen. On the screen is my timetable for tomorrow.
0630: Wake Up
0800: Prep for Parade
1030: Tribute Parade
I gulp. Completely forgetting I have to parade myself. Selling myself to potential wadhamini who will keep me alive in the arena.
The girl helps me under the covers and tucks me in. I grab her hand; holding onto the only person who understands my fear right now.
Reviews that I do get are like drugs and any critique I get is MUCHLY appreciated! Sorry my chapters are so long. As I alisema in my first one, I haven't written fanfiction in a LONG time.
Read, review and RATE!!
Chapter 2
My name was pulled from the bowl. It had lain undisturbed for 3 years to now be chosen. As I stood on the steps of the Justice building, I looked around at the citizens of my District. There were many pairs of eyes trained on me. I can be sure of that. I figured I had nothing to lose. I looked at my, now, district partner. I shook his hand and we both looked to the crowd. I had completely forgotten that there were cameras from the Capitol trained on us right at this moment. District 4 has the reputation of strong, 'career' tributes. I took a deep breath and stood high and proud.
Peacekeepers shortly approached Tyler and I and lead us into the Justice Building. I didn't know whether I would return to the District, so I took another look back just in case. The doors shut. My shoulders slumped and my moyo raced. I was trying to see the positive in all of this.
'At least I will get to live a life of luxury before I die,' I thought to myself. I almost giggled because of my nerves.
Inside the Justice boiling, John Sparks took us through the main entrance and upstairs to where Tyler and I would meet our mentor. I had never been inside this building before, so I was certain to take in all the minor details. It was all marine themed. Shells covered the skirting boards, the greenish tint in all the white. Everything was made here, in District 4.
After being led up the stairs, the doors opened to find a middle aged man. His name being Luke. He was taller than me, standing at about 6 foot; he had golden hair and dazzling green eyes. He was well built for his age too. The only signs that he was middle aged were the slight wrinkles on the back of his hands. He was reaped at the age of 13 in the 31st Hunger Games. He outwitted his opponents. His father had a good reputation around the District so, naturally, Luke got the better of everything. I had seen some reruns of his Games; definitely a career.
I couldn't help but notice that I had been zoned out for several minutes. Tyler and Luke had already been introduced and wewe could tell that Tyler admired the man.
"Luke Dwayne," he alisema to me, holding out his hand. "Victor of the 31st Hunger Games,"
I put my hand to his, giving it a firm shake. "Jessica Amane, tribute of the 49th Hunger Games," I alisema to him, just as arrogantly. "Just call me Jess," I told him.
Luke pulled his hand away. "Now is the time where wewe will have an saa to say goodbye to your loved ones," John interrupted.
Tyler and I were led to different rooms on either side of a long hallway. I sat in my room for forty five dakika before someone knocked on my door and came in. It was a person I had least expected. She was taller than me, darker hair and green eyes like Luke’s. I was embarrassed to not remember her name. I had used to go to school with her. She approached me, outstretching her arms for a hug. I didn't object. It had been nearly six years since I had, had any form of physical contact.
"Good luck, Jess," she told me. Turning around after the embrace and leaving.
It was another ten dakika before a Peacekeeper came in and took me back downstairs and shovelled me into a car. I had never been in one before, but I knew what one was. Tyler was shovelled in after me. And entering as elegantly as ever came John Sparks and Luke Dwayne.
John was beaming at us. In the dim of the car, every ray of sunlight that hit his tojo sent bright reflections back into my face. Luke, however, sat there uigizaji like a sullen teenager. Tyler couldn't sit still.
As we approached the District gate, both Tyler and I looked out the windows. Not many people leave the District. Our gate, unlike some of the zaidi unfortunate Districts, was fashioned out of stone. Standing at nearly 20 feet with coils of razor wire on the top, there wasn't a hope in hell of getting over out. The huge iron gates, emblazoned with District 4's seal, were opened and Peacekeepers approached the vehicle. Mandatory security checks were made to clear the car to leave. This process intrigued both Tyler and I.
It felt like a few dakika before we were arriving at the airbase. We were to catch a hoverplane into the Capitol. I had seen these machines fly over four while I was out fishing, but never had I been in one. The were so loud and bulky, I would have preferred to take the car all the way to the Capitol, but I was told it would take a lot longer to get there kwa car than it would take the aircraft.
Once on board the hoverplane, John left Tyler and me to deal with our new mentor, Luke. He already sat at a table, picking at the matunda that was laid out on it while Tyler and I peered out the window, watching the ground disappear beneath us.
"Sit," Luke sighed, catching the attention of both Tyler and I. So we did as he told.
Sitting around the table, I eyed up the food. Tyler helped himself, but even though we were a wealthier district, trying to live on your own meant wewe still got barely anything. I didn't think I would be allowed the food.
"Help yourself," alisema Luke, watching me. I felt so embarrassed. "You live kwa yourself," he stated.
"Sorry?" I asked. This being the first time I had spoken since the reaping.
"You are young, wewe won't touch chakula and you're skin and bones," he stated, zaidi in depth this time. "You live kwa yourself and can barely scrape enough together to live,"
I gulped. He had me down pat. He was smart.
"And you," he said, looking over to Tyler. "Your father is well respected. I know of him. And wewe can tell. wewe have meat on you, and wewe don't hesitate when chakula is put in front of you,"
Tyler smiled at his new mentor. wewe could tell he was thick. He has strength, but no intelligence.
"So, how do wewe plan to win these games?" he asked us.
'I don't know,' I told myself. 'I doubt I even have a chance,'
"Being better than the rest," Tyler told Luke.
Luke nodded. "Exactly. Do what wewe can to survive. Outsmart the others. Take them out immediately." he was telling us, however I could tell that everything was going in one ear and out the other. "People call us careers, like the tributes from Districts one and two. That will give wewe the ultimate advantage. Side with them and wewe have the strength, just be smart enough to take them out when the time is right."
wewe could tell Tyler was taking in all this knowledge before I piped up. "Why would we want to make alliances?" I ask dumbly.
"So wewe are stronger," Tyler retorted in a matter-of-factly tone.
"My point being, wewe don't want to kill your Marafiki though," I tell them.
Luke chuckled, throwing what looked like cheese, into his mouth. "There is a difference between friend and ally," he told me. "So anyway," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me what your skills are,"
Tyler was the first to answer. I figured he would be. "I'm strong and good with a spear," he told Luke.
I was staring out the window, watching the clouds pass by, before a fist thumped on the table. "And your skills?" he asked me, clearly not liking me.
My temper is starting to flare and I look him straight in the eye. "I don't wish to discuss this," and stood, leaving the room behind. I entered the room outside the cockpit. It had 4 seats, obviously for passengers, and one of these was already occupied kwa our escort John. I sat as far away from him as possible; wanting to keep to myself. I stared out the windows. It looked like we were flying over another district, but I couldn't be sure. Watching the terrain scoot under me quickly exhausted my eyes, and I could feel them getting heavy.
*****
I woke to see Luke sitting in front of me and Tyler beside me. We were coming into land in the Capitol. Outside I could see the lights of the city, the high rise building standing a lot taller than any of the watchtowers in District 4. On the landing strip, there was a roped off area, flashes of light temporarily blinding me. Cameras. I was escorted off the hoverplane and immediately greeted with the sounds of chatter. Tyler takes a liking to this and starts smiling and waving, flexing his muscles and even making small conversation with the crowd. I on the other hand just follow John to the building in front of me. The training building is what he called it. The building stands at 12 storeys high and I am lead into the building and taken to floor 4. I figure that is because of my district.
I entered my room and what greeted my eyes was amazing. Purple and machungwa, chungwa colours stood out at me. Tyler ran straight in, stopping at the breath taking appearance of our room.
I thought to myself about how many other tributes from my district have stayed in this building, but my mind erases the thoughts, seeing as District 4 only has a handful of victors.
The room is big, that I stand in. Off to my left are, what I’m going to assume are, bedrooms. Ahead of me are huge room length windows, opened up too the night sky over the Capitol. And to my right are the dining areas. A huge glass meza, jedwali fills the middle of the room. It lies empty, however.
John Sparks enters the room behind Tyler and I, trailing behind him comes Luke.
“Please, take a seat,” he tells us, gesturing towards the table. We do as he says and upon taking our seats, a young girl comes out of no where with glasses of water. Setting them in front of us quietly, she departs the room.
“So, how did wewe find the trip?” John asks us.
I see Tyler look at him from the corner of my eye. “I thought it was pretty cool,” he tells John bluntly. He really is thick, I can almost see that he will die in the arena. “A lot zaidi different to what I’m used to.”
John now turns his attention to me. “And what about you, Jessica?”
I look at him, taking in his green tinted skin; it seemed to remind me of the mkate back home. Green and samaki shaped. I nearly giggle; comparing my escort to District 4 bread.
“Different,” I tell him half heartedly. He looks at me oddly. “I didn’t like it, I prefer boats,” I tell him in zaidi detail, sighing.
“Cut the crap,” Luke tells me, glaring from his spot across the table. “We need wadhamini for wewe two and if wewe don’t have them, wewe will DIE!” Tyler almost snickers. I’m not the same as these careers. I am my own independent person, been thrown into some sick and twisted game that they see as a challenge.
“Well don’t be suck a jerk!” I yell at him, finally snapping. My fist thumps down on to the table, sending my glass of water toppling over. “I never wanted to be reaped! I never wanted to come here!”
Storming out of the room I head in the direction of the bedrooms, taking the one on the left, I descend down the small flight of stairs. I find a huge bed, kitanda clothes folded neatly on the top.
The girl I had seen earlier comes into my room and aids me into these clothes. They feel so soft on my skin. But this girl doesn’t utter a word. I figure out why. I had seen these kinds of people around my Mayor back home. My father told me about them one siku when one yawned; I saw inside his mouth and there was no tongue. Needless to say the poor man was shot as soon as his mouth opened.
The girl takes my clothes, the ones I wore to the reaping, and proceeds to leave with them.
“Please,” I plead, outstretching my hand. “If I’m to die in the arena, I would rather have my clothes. Not Capitol clothes,”
It seems to me that she smiles, handing the clothes back. She leaves the room for a dakika and comes back with a small handheld screen. On the screen is my timetable for tomorrow.
0630: Wake Up
0800: Prep for Parade
1030: Tribute Parade
I gulp. Completely forgetting I have to parade myself. Selling myself to potential wadhamini who will keep me alive in the arena.
The girl helps me under the covers and tucks me in. I grab her hand; holding onto the only person who understands my fear right now.
