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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 15:48:25 GMT -7
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Ambrosia had only loved one person in her whole life. It wasn’t someone who she had just met, or someone who kissed her passionately in the rain. It was someone that she promised to protect--someone that she could never let go. The girl had broken her promise though, and she was sorry. She was sorry beyond her own emotional capacity. Her little brother would now be alone in the world. The odds of a District 10 girl coming back from the Hunger Games was slim to none. All the two could do now is hold each other as they sat in the room. Cite’s tears stained the girl’s grey-blue dress, but she didn’t care. They would take him to the orphanage once she left. Nobody else came for her because nobody else cared.
”You’re gonna come back soon, right?” the little boy said, and she had to prevent herself from crying with him. Cameras would be in her face, and the girl had to stay strong.
”It doesn’t matter, alright? You’re goin’ to need to take care of ya self from now on. Ya can’t rely on anyone but ya self, and ya can’t trust anyone. Ya hear me Cite? Ya goin’ to need to start livin’ without me. Promise me you’ll live when I’m gone?” Ambrosia asked of the boy, looking him in the eye. The boy bursted into tears and she held him so tightly. She knew that he could make that promise, but not right now. All she needed to do was get through these games and come home. A Peacekeeper came in and she held the boy tighter, glaring at the man in white. He walked over to her and took the boy away. The child screamed Ambrosia’s name, Ambrosia! Ambrosia no! He yelled until the door shut, locking out any sounds except her own.
She ran her hand through her bright hair as she sat in the chair. She knew nobody else would come--that nobody else would want to see her. Ambrosia wasn’t a fool, and she was right. Nobody had came for her. Nobody had come to tell her that Cite would be safe or that someone would take care of him. Nobody had said that she would be okay and everything would be over soon. She was now alone in a world full of deadly poisons, and she hoped that she wouldn’t turn into the poisons that seemed to consume every tribute and everyone involved in the Games. Minutes later, the door opened once again. The Peacekeeper told her it was time to get on the train, and all the girl could do was nod. Her face was emotionless and any sign of crying was long gone. She was now a tribute of The 73rd Annual Hunger Games. To the Capitol, she knew it didn’t matter who she was anymore. This would be the time to rewrite herself and everything about her. She could turn herself into a nasty girl who had a desire to kill or become the girl that everyone feared and loathed.
But that wasn’t her.
As the Peacekeeper escorted her out, all she wanted to do was prove to Cite that the Games didn’t change the way Ambrosia acted. She was a strong, independent girl who was smart enough to keep living three years after her father passed away without getting taken to the orphanage. And Cite knew who she was, and she wanted to be his hero, whether she lived or died. She wanted to prove to him that it doesn’t take brute strength or extreme agility to win the Games and win the hearts over to the Capitol. No, she wanted to prove to him that even someone as passionate and emotionally strong as her could win the Games even when society didn’t believe in her. She didn’t care about society or the Gamemakers--the only thing she cared about was her brother, and she would fight to the death just to save him. This year, she prayed that District 10 would finally have a victor--her.
Ambrosia walked along the path towards the train. She saw the cameras that followed her, but she kept her head held high. She placed a smirk on her face as people started to ask her questions. ”The only thing you need to know about Ambrosia Asher is that District 10 is going to make it far this year. So keep your eyes peeled, because this red-head is going to find a way to win this Game of death.”
She entered the train and looked around. It was fancy--a lot fancier than her District of mud and grass. She took off her muddy shoes and felt the carpet’s texture between her toes. It was a beautiful surrounding that seemed like something in a fairy tale book that she owned (not to the Capitol’s knowledge). It was chilled in the train as well as she turned her head to see all of the glamourous food and assorted drinks. ”Oh Cite, you would love this,” she said under her breath with a smile. Ambrosia had taken a strangely colored muffin and what looked like water in plastic bottles. She sat down at a table, picking at the muffin. District 10’s victor had died a long time ago, so she wondered who in the hell her mentor would be. She knew about the escort and her district opposite (who had gone to a room down the hallway and shut the door), but she wondered who would help her survive. She hoped that she could do it on her own, but she didn’t know how. Sitting at the table and taking a sip, she wondered who would talk to her first--the crazy escort or the shut-in tribute. Either way, she most likely preferred to be alone.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 9:20:26 GMT -7
Leetha had lead the Tributes all the way from the Square to their Train car. People kept following and asking the Tributes questions. Leetha only smiled and waved at everyone, already used to having people around her. Once inside the train and the door closed behind them, she breathed out a sigh of relief."Finally!" she said, "Now we can go to the Capitol and be out of this..." she stopped and looked at the girl. Leetha didn't want to insult the girls home. Leetha watched as the male Tribute walked away and entered a compartment, the door shutting behind him."Well...." she stated shaking her head. "Is he always this rude?" She asked the female Tribute. Walking over to a chair, she sat down with her legs crossed. "Oh, you'll love that muffin. They're the best. Isn't this wonderful?" she asked looking around the car. "I bet you don't have anything like this out there," she nodded towards the window where District 10 still remained, like a picture on the wall. The train began to move, silently, smoothly. "It only take a day to get to the Capitol, so you should rest up tonight. You won't get a lot of time to really relax afterwards. But of course, you'll still get to eat all the amazing food. And it gets better! This is just what they have on the train, when we get to the Capitol-- oh! You'll love it. So many good food. And we can order whatever we want. Oh and you can also have as much cakes as you want. I bet you don't get to eat a lot of those."Leetha watched the girl, "I'm Leetha by the way. Your escort, as you may already know. So Ambrosia..." she looked around trying to see if the mentor was around. "Do you have any special.... skills?" Leetha's face looked pained. She already expected for the girl to say no. District 10 tributes never did. For once she wished she'd get someone good, or get bumped to a better district. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 9:45:12 GMT -7
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The red-haired girl didn’t have an appetite to eat, and she wondered why she even grabbed the muffin. She picked at it, looking at the window. She didn’t care much for District 10--it was just a place where she lived and worked. It was the one place she could call home, yes, but she wouldn’t have been sad if she left and moved somewhere else. Of course, she would never leave without her brother or in these circumstances. She drank from the bottle and the water tasted clean and moist unlike the gritty and dirty water she was used to in District 10.
Once she saw the weirdly dressed woman, who was suppose to be her escort, she just looked at her and listened. When she asked about the male tribute, all the girl could do was shrug. ”Dunno, I’ve never even heard of ‘em before,” she said, looking down the hallway. The woman then commented on the muffin, and she just looked at it. It was colorful and looked appetizing, but when she asked if it was wonderful, she shook her head slightly. No, of course this wasn’t wonderful. How could she be so dull? Ambrosia may have had the dumb stereotypes on her plate from being from District 10, but she didn’t know anyone from her district who could have been so empty-headed and shallow than this lady. She could tell that the woman didn’t want to be here, but they had been stuck in the same position. Neither of them wanted to be with each other, but yet they were in the same situation. She already knew that her district partner wouldn’t last a day--he was small and dainty. The only person she really had was this strange-clothed woman, and though they weren’t comfortable with each other, they would have to trust each other from the position that they were both in. Ambrosia knew that, but she didn’t know if the woman knew that.
The woman started to ramble, and Ambrosia zoned out. Maybe she couldn’t trust this empty-headed woman after all since she only seemed to care about cakes. While the woman talked, she looked at the muffin, trying to figure out a way to survive. Ambrosia needed to take an angle, something that most tributes wouldn’t do or hasn’t done. She was extremely good at acting, believe it or not, and she was a very intelligent and charismatic girl. She needed to find a way to come home, because to her, dying wasn’t an option.
She had snapped back when the woman asked if she had any skills. She had mentioned her name too, something with an L, but she wasn’t paying attention. The girl just nodded. ”Yeah, I actually do. Believe it or not, I’m actually smarter than the average District 10 hillbilly. An’ I know we both aren’t fond of each other, but we need t’ come to some sort of consensus. I want to win these Games with everythin’ I have, an’ if ya aren’t gonna help me, then so be it.” She said bluntly, but she was being honest as she always was. She could have come off a bit meaner than she really was, but she didn’t care.
”But if ya really want to know my skills, I’ll tell ya. I’m very good with speakin’ to people. I can really act in any way, so if you have somethin’ in mind, let me know. I’m also pretty quick on ma feet, an’ can run pretty fast an’ climb quickly. But like I said before, my greatest strength is my intelligence, an’ people can be fooled by it just because I’m a District 10 girl. So there are ma skills, an’ I promise ya that I will use them to the best of ma abilities.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 10:44:46 GMT -7
"Well. You're a feisty one!" Leetha almost laughed. She looked at the girl up and down. She didn't seem much. She'd seen people like her before, those who thought they could win by sheer desire to win. But everyone knew unless you got real lucky or you were a career, there was no winning the games. Maybe she would be one of the lucky ones. Leetha picked up a glass with dark grape juice in it and took a sip. "Are you smart enough to survive? There are people who have just as much determination to live as you, and 6 of the people you'll be going in the arena with have been training their entire lives for this. And I don't mean that as exaggeration. Literally, from before they even turn a year old they are under the eyes of the trainers who eagerly and patiently turn them into killing machines."She smiled and looked around for the mentor. It should really be them talking to this girl about the games, not her. Leetha was there as more of a tour guide. To help cheer them up and make them feel better. But the girl was getting under her skin and she couldn't help but just blurt out the reality of it all to her. Of course, Leetha loved the games. And she loved being an escort, more than anything. But she was realistic enough to know that a girl from District 10 had more chance of turning into a bird than winning the games. Nevertheless, Leetha had to be optimistic. No one ever won the games by giving up, now did they?"Acting," she smiled, "now there's something that will help you." Leetha looked at the girl again. Soft red hair, pale skin, average physique. But her eyes showed determination. "If you're really going to go the route of winning over the people and pretending you're just a useless and helpless girl to the other tributes, then I suggest softening your eyes a bit more. You could stare daggers at people just by looking at them."Turning her body around, she looked at the door behind her which has yet to open. "Honestly, I don't know where your mentor is! Probably getting drunk as usual like the rest of them." Leetha shook her head as she rolled her eyes and picked up the month's issue of Capitol Couture. She flipped over to the page that highlighted the previous year's best costumes from the Hunger Games during their Tribute Parade. "All that wealth and glory given to them and what do they do? They just waste their life away on booze. Haymitch, Johanna, Sable... And I met Sable before, the mentor from District 11. Craaazy!" Leetha looked up at her and held up the page of the magazine that she was on, "Here's last year's costumes for the Tribute Parade. Unfortunately, District 10's costumes weren't good enough to include in this issue." Leetha sighed, "Maybe this year your stylist can put you in a lamb's costume. I bet you'd look beautiful in an all white, soft, fluffy lamb outfit. That could make other tributes think you aren't a threat to them. And make you beautiful enough to get some sponsors. White is such a friendly color." |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 15:16:51 GMT -7
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Leetha was rambling again, and Ambrosia didn't have time for it. Yes, she did give her helpful advice, but she also gave her advice that she didn't care much for. The red-haired girl was going to play the part of desperate and emotional, and even though that wasn't her at all, it should be interesting to see how Ambrosia would play it out herself. She was used to looking strong and being strong for the sake of her brother, but her brother would see a whole different side of her, and hopefully, it was one that he could believe in.
Raising an eyebrow at the strange woman, she nodded. "Yeah, fine. I'll play the part of a weakling, though I'm probably not gonna like it very much. I promise ya I'll do my best though," she said in response to her. "An' I know about those tributes from the richest districts. They won't see me as a threat, 'cause I'm gonna play this part as if ma life depends on it, and nothin' is gonna stop me." She sounded confedient, but in all honesty, she was scared. She didn't know if she could pull this off, and she wouldn't be surprised if something actually did stop her.
She looked around for her mentor. "To be honest, I never thought we had a mentor. The last time 10 won the Games was ages ago, and if they were still alive, they'd be extremely old. I'm tellin' ya, he's either drunk or dead." Ambrosia never saw her mentor, but to be quiet honest, she didn't really care to. Yes, they might have won ages ago, but they definitely didn't have the same edge or competition back then. The girl didn't know if they had a mentor or if it was male or female. Shrugging, she finished off the water in the plastic bottle, wondering why they packaged it like that.
When Leetha mentioned a lamb, Ambrosia shook her head. "I couldn't think of a worse outfit," she said honestly. Yes, it would make her appear weak, but it seemed like something she would loathe. "I bet the stylist could do better, if that person actually cared about my darn district, 'cause the chances of that aren't so good. It's District 10 for Panem's sake."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 9:20:18 GMT -7
tag: Sydney_ Words: 363 Note: Leetha is so easy to hate lol 
"Well, since your mentor isn't going to get off his behind," she began, "I suppose I can try to pick up the slack since you seem to be more motivated than the previous ones. And, that one over there who locked himself in." Leetha sighed, shaking her head, "Honestly, I always get the worthless ones-- not you, of course. You're alright. I don't know why he even comes to the the games if all he's going to do is get drunk and sleep the whole time. You'd think with the wonderful things the Capitol has done for him, he'd straighten himself up. How hard is it to get your stylist to dress you and fix your hair and make up? Ugh, and he reeks!" Leetha shook her head again. "I suppose we're lucky that he isn't here."Leetha flipped through the magazine, seeing what the other tributes had worn the previous year. The stylists for this year were pretty much all the same ones from the year before, so Leetha knew them all as well as their style and techniques."If we're going to pull this off, then you need to really put on the act. Don't just act helpless. Be shy, be... well... Stupid. Don't talk to anyone about your opinions, always ask questions like you were just born yesterday... Shouldn't be too hard," she smiled at the girl. Since she came from District 10, Leetha assumed she didn't know anything anyways. Leaning over to the girl, she pat her gently on the head, "Oh you poor thing, you know nothing about fashion. But that's why you're the Tribute and not the stylist." Leaning back against the cushion of the chair, she closed the magazine and put it back on the table. "We'll be there tomorrow morning, so get some beauty sleep. Goodness knows you desperately need it," she smiled before walking over to the table and picking up a cupcake. Biting into the soft foamy texture, she made an mmmm noise before walking out of the compartment and down the hall to her room.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 7:23:21 GMT -7
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Ambrosia would have to be shy and helpless? That was her opposite nature--she was always protective and always fought when need be. Yes, she questioned everything because of her curiosity, but she never asked stupid questions. This would definitely be difficult for the red-haired girl. "Fine," she said, nodding. "I'll do it but it doesn't mean I'm going to like any bit of it. I'm a fighter, not a helpless girl who stand by and watches," she said.
The girl figured that she probably should get some sleep, because she doesn't know how much sleep she'll get throughout the rest of the week or in the Games. She didn't talk to the escort again and headed down the corridor, bringing the bottle of water with her. She went into her room, and instantly felt sick to her stomach. She ran to the bathroom and threw up, but she knew it was from nerves. Running her hands through her hair, she walked to her bed and laid down. In a matter of seconds, she was asleep, hoping that when the next time she woke up that everything would be over.
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