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_{( ☆ ) ——-           The 63rd Hunger Games was already long gone and forgotten, but to Stephanie Rogers, it had tormented the woman’s mind day by day, struggling to be brushed off like a nightmare, for everything she remembered was too vivid. Those words which were quietly uttered, ’ I don’t want to kill anyone. ’ in an interview before the Games had been genuine, but that didn’t stop the sickly girl from District 8 to be crowned the newest victor. With the help of a sponsor, Steph was able to win using self-defense and a shield —- - she was known as the Captain, due to her leadership skills which had attracted the attention of the Career tributes.}

                           _{But twelve years later, the woman stood with a sad, dead look in her eyes. The familiar sensation of skintight material had woven into her skin. Back in her district, Steph used to work in the factories before she was a victor. And the ill, thin woman was no more. The blonde had grown much more —- - the slight acts of rebellion didn’t cause her much. Steph’s parents died when she was younger, and like another tribute, she had nothing else to lose. Nothing else to sacrifice.}

                          _{F i v e. Stephanie doesn’t glance at the other tributes. She doesn’t utter a single sound. It was best to stay away from the Bloodbath, but in that case, she wouldn’t have any supplies —- - however, it was better to be safe than sorry. Blue orbs prance around her own reflection on the water. F o u r. Steph could feel the tears prick her eyes, but she couldn’t afford to act like the weak person she was before. She needed to win, but Steph wasn’t a violent person, exactly.}

                       _{T h r e e. The woman takes in a long, draw of breath, trying to hold her ground as she finally looked up to meet the gazes of the other victors. Some looked much more ruthless. They were younger, maybe even faster. Maybe ever better. And that would mean death. T w o.Without an ally, Stephanie faces the arena with a dauntless spirit. She believes in a God and that belief will help her in midst of the battle.}

                      _{O n e.}  

_{Demons will never cease to taunt the woman’s mind, and she plunges into the water with slight traces of fear curled along her features. Stupidity and bravery were much different things, and Stephanie Rogers headed unto the Cornucopia with carelessness —- - but she had a plan.}

                     _{The 3rd Quarter Quell has commenced.} 

     James Barnes was not happy to be here. He’d thought that he’d gotten away from everything. Snow had promised him that he wouldn’t be called out into this kind of thing again. He would live a happy life working as a Peacekeeper, doing occasional mentoring jobs when the games come around. He had supported the sickly girl from District 8, who was two spokes over from him – and it brought back a lot of horrid memories in that moment. The place was nothing like his arena, or the one that Stephanie had been in – but it seemed much more alien. He had to try and help at least one person – or get Stephanie in the direction of the rebellion.

     F I V E . Claudius Templesmith’s voice was loud in his ears, and he turned into that soldier again. The one who murdered the one woman that he loved. His stance stiffened, and he fiddled with the gold band around his wrist. There were the nerves, the nerves that pulled at his insides terribly. It shouldn’t have been like this – all because of one girl and a handful of berries could do. It wasn’t fair that the other victors would have to be put through this again

    F O U R . The sunlight is bright, and the skin that is touching the top of his metal arm stings. It’s humid, and they wouldn’t last long. Maybe that’s what they were doing? Making this as quick of an arena as possible so that the victors could be over and done with. They were favourites, 90% of them – and the Capitol wasn’t happy about their precious victors being put to murder each other again. He was sure that this was what it was, and he wasn’t going to bother worrying about it.

        T H R E E. Three seconds left to decide what he was going to do, and he had far too much on his mind. James was going to head to the Cornucopia, and grabbing everything that he could get. T W O . He knew his way with most of the weapons there. He knew how to shoot a bow, was heavily talented with throwing knives. O N E—- Boom! He was off of the platform with a flawless dive and into the water.

                                  T h i n k l i k e a C a r r e e r .

     He was sprinting down the sandy stretch to the Cornucopia – watching the other people who were helping to get Katniss Everdeen out of the arena, and his eyes were back to the blonde running along side him. The games were in full swing.