One of those nights where I don’t know what to do with this account?
"Mmm. Practice, I s’pose. But th’n nothin’ ends up perfect. M’ willin’ tuh bet tha’ yer foundin’ fathuhs had a different view fer this country."
"Well, yes, they certainly didn’t ask for us to put ‘Under God’ on our currency, but here we are throwing bibles at peoples’ faces."
"Are you really that pathetic? Don’t you know there’s going to be only one winner? I’m not here to play around and make teams." He said, rolling his eyes. "… Though I could use somebody to surprise them on the back." He chuckled, what a genius. Cato was glad they weren’t that many, he knew he was going to win. After all he didn’t do all the training all those years for nothing. He had waited too long for this, this way his dream. He was going to be the one last standing, no matter what. "What are you waiting for? Walk, we’re going deeper into the woods."
Dead. I’ll kill you afterwards anyway.
Amity wasn’t exactly a physical force like Cato. She was thin, not very tall, and very little musculature. She wasn’t trained from a young age to kill. She wasn’t a Career. Nobody ever really suspected victories from District 5 anyway. But if this meant she lived longer, she’d do anything she could. She got to her feet, dusting herself off with shaky hands before moving further into the woods, looking behind her at him to make sure he wasn’t going to rush in on her.
"I think I recognize your face. You’re that kid from District 2. People put a lot of money on you."
This is it, there’s no escaping from it now. I’m winning either way, this game is already mine. They want a good show? They’ll have a good damn show. They’re going to pay and regret ever killing anyone from my District. I’ll bring home pride and the gold. R
"Look what we’ve got here. I waited so much for this moment. The one I could actually kill you with my own hands." He said, the words being said in a perverse tone. He chuckled, nodding his head. "I’ve got to admit, you’re hard to get. Yet here you are. Dead to me already."
Running had only worked for so long. Really, that was her only plan at the moment. Getting shoved in the Games was shocking enough, and coming from a district with so few victors didn’t exactly boost morale. Imagine how unsurprised Amity was when the male from her district was one of the first to go. He didn’t stand a chance, scrawny thing. Amity though…she thought maybe she could try.
And yet here she was, under the grip of one of the most fearsome tributes the Games had ever seen. With her back to the titanium structure of the Cornucopia, she didn’t forsee a way out.
"Cato—Cato, stop—we can…there are two more left. Get them first, then deal with me. I’ll even help you just—please.."
Begging. What would begging do?
Orrrr how aboutttt like this if you want a starter maybe?
Would love some angst. Someone?
"Wasn’t easy tuh tell from th’ start?" He asks, arms crossing.
"No, see, I had a vision in my head. I bought these nice ornaments, even sketched it a little. A nice tree. I just suck at execution."