The 100th Annual Hunger Games

This is what I think would happen if the Hunger Games still continued.


Katniss and Peeta never did complete the Revolution that freed them from the Capitol, and they had to continue their lives. Shepherding children into the Arena, hoping them as much as they could, only to watch them get butchered. But this was the 100th Annual Hunger Games, a quarter quell, what was to happen, no-one knew.

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12. Our Stylist

My arms would not unwrap, holding him as close to me as I possibly could. He felt so soft, yet brittle and weak. Vulnerable. His arms were too smooth for my comfort, he was a man, not a doll. 
"Did it hurt as much as it did for me?" he asked, half serious, half joking. I managed a quaint smile,"Yeah, hurt quite a bit..." I trailed off a little bit, to be honest still fighting back a tear of two, my skin felt so raw, looked as much too. It was then that I noticed he was wearing just plain black, no detail, nothing. Was this our costume designs? I did care, not as much as I should, but still, I was curious. 
"They sent me in here to be dressed with my Stylist-" 
"That's me!" Jeladrial called across the room, I'd almost forgotten she was there. 

 

She was reclined against the window, one foot planted on the floor whilst the other hung from the wall below the opening.  Her arms folded, not angry but casually, I could the type of person she was from just that moment. 
"I don't understand, you're my Stylist, aren't you?" I inquired, walking towards, Leo next to me, more like towering due to my shortness. She kicked herself off the wall, her hair patting her cheeks gently in accordance to the breeze. 
"Leo's Stylist had a sudden absence of enthusiasm to being a Stylist, so I requested I styled both of you," she half explained. 
"What do you mean?" he question, I could tell that he felt slightly insecure about being dumped almost. 
"It wasn't down to you Leo, he died," she said bluntly, straight to the point. 
"Oh," he said, I could sense he was still curious but he chose not to continue with the conversation. 

 

"Alright then!" she proclaimed, clapping her hands together, almost hopping out of her skin. 
"I need to talk to Leo for a bit, get to know him more than I already do. Do you mind Leo?" she said politely, now standing still, her fingers intertwined with another. He stammered for a moment, 
"Yes, that's fine," he nodded. He looked at me, not turning his body to me, simply his face. 
"I'll see you in a bit?" he asked. 
"Well duh," I said, joking slightly, I gave him a quick hug and turned on the spot, unaware of which way to go. 
"It's that door," Jeladrial answered, pointing to the door to the left of her. I awkwardly paced across quickly, slamming the door closed behind me. 

 

There wasn't anyone in there, just expensive furniture, luxurious food on silver platters on the table. The walls were white with rich wooden paneling the bottom half. The sofas were also white, pristine clean, immaculate, I felt almost as if I wasn't allowed to be in here, but then again. Who cares? I'm going to die in a fortnight, give or take. I settled on the sofa, eyeing up the delicate tidbits laid before me. White chocolate dipped strawberries, sugar glazed miniature doughnuts, pecan tarts, meringues filled with fresh fruit, fresh cream eclairs coated in chocolate, and so much more. I couldn't help but be at awe at the arrangement, I hated the Capitol, but they do know how to eat. Not like my District does, since we barely get to eat, and the rest.

 

I pinched one of the strawberries, dipping it into my mouth, nibbling the end. I've heard of strawberries and chocolate, but not this kind of chocolate, it was always brown. I don't have that taste to compare to, but this is divine. I lied back into the sofa, sinking into the velvety fabric as I popped the rest of the strawberry into my mouth. It was then why I'd see the greens of strawberries picked off, they weren't sweet nor were they edible it seemed. I pushed it past me and simply sat there, blankly. Nothing on the agenda, simply trying to gain a little peace, though, I know that it won't last more than an hour. Barely even ten minutes in fact.

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