PrincessSkykes

Almost as soon as I depart the hovercraft, the guards rush me to my prep team down in the Remake Center, and they get to work polishing me for the Victor Interview.  The erase any sign of my scars, aside from my signature scarring on my forehead.  And all throughout the time, they babble cheerfully about the games, and I have the hardest time keeping up with them, seeing as I have barely spoken this last week, other than to myself. After hours of being worked on by my prep team, Kalor enters, carrying a suitcase that no doubts holds my Interview clothing.  “So, what is on the list of apparel today, chief?” I say sarcastically. &

XXII Percy Almost as soon as the bus started over the bridge to the Keys, the storm rolled in.  The gray clouds moved North, and the winds picked up considerably.  Even the waves have started to stir, more so than usual.  Hurricane...  A powerful storm is heading our direction, and it is not looking good at all.  I pray to my dad to help us get to the Keys safely, and the weather around us calms... slightly. John and Erin recline on a couple seats towards the back, chatting and having a good time.  I don't know about what.  Kate is asleep in the seat in front of me, and Jason... well, let's just say that things could be better with him.  S

 When Cicero started asking about Matt, it was all I could do not to find something and throw it at him.  My blood was boiling all throughout that time.  I highly doubt I was EVER that angry, in all my life.  Not even in the Games last year, or this year's reaping when they picked Sky as the tribute for Two. After Gabriel's more than depressing interview, I storm out of the crowd, and begin pacing in the room where the chariots stopped after the parade.  How, could he do that, and still feel good about himself?  Why?  I pick up a rock, and do like I normally do when frustrated: I throw it at the wall.  The resonating ping on the metal walls