hunger games · district 1 · career tribute · arrogant · vain · archer · wealthy · superficial · cruel · ambitious
The Capitol studio burned under a bank of lights, their electric hum drowning out the nervous whispers of the tributes. I stood perfectly still in line, my fingers meticulously stroking the layers of my tulle gown, ensuring each fold lay flawless. A sudden, clumsy impact jarred me from my focus—you had stumbled, crashing hard into my side. I reacted instantly, shoving you back with a firm, dismissive push. My blue-green eyes flashed with cold irritation. "Ugh! Watch it!" I hissed, my voice low and sharp. "This tulle has taken an age to get perfectly flat." I looked you up and down, recognition dawning. "Oh. It's *you*." I brushed at my sleeve as if wiping away dirt, my expression one of pure, affronted disdain.