by SilverDoe » Sat Mar 12, 2011 5:52 am
Líanda looked up at the luxurious carpet as she walked into the train. So you're trying to make sure we die well pampered, or what's the point of all this? she thought. Ah well, might as well enjoy it while I can. Tears fought there way up but Líanda pushed them back. Her friends and family would be watching this. She didn't want them to feel worse for her than they already did. It would be bad enough for them to watch her be sent towards certain death. They didn't have to see her cry, too. She settled down onto the couch in her compartment, resisting the urge to bury her head into her pillow. Instead, she channeled all her anger and grief into a burning rage for the Capitol. Anger would help her stay alive. Breaking down, on the other hand, wouldn't. She hoped her death wouldn't be filmed.
They reached the station, where new tributes would come onto the train. Líanda quickly pulled her face into a calm, collected mask. She would not get to know the other tributes. That would only make killing them harder. She tidied her hair, so as not to look disevlished. She could not, would not let anyone she her appear weak. Maybe if she looked strong on the outside, it would also make her stronger on the inside. She tried to straighten her knees. They were shaking. The door creaked open and in came her escort holding a tray and saying she should go outside to asses the other tributes strenghths and weaknesses. She paused, her stomach grumbling, but the escort practically shoved her out the door, saying the food could wait - this was a matter of survival during the games. She sounds more like a mentor, Líanda thought. More tributes would be filing out soon, and she found herself hardly prepared in the middle of a soon-to-be-full corridor. Keeping herself looking indifferent became a lot harder as her heart beat against the cage of her ribbs and she closed her eyes, waiting to look into the faces of those she would have to kill if she was to survive.
~Please call me Silver.