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A dead smile for a little while...Don't be alarmed when I tell you that this girl doesn't smile,
She hasn't for quite a very long while,
You could call me a liar when you see her lips curve in a crescent arc.
The rosy lips flashing pearly white teeth as you catch that gaze
Hidden beneath that aloof lost curl of brunette hair,
Escaped from the bun scraped most severely upon her head.
But I tell you young sir, her eyes are dead.
Look again my gentle sir; find some reflection of a hope maybe left
In that glassy stare of hazel gold,
I doubt it though; this girl is far too old,
Not in the sense of aging lines or of frowned etchings between her eyes,
Alas, perhaps those lines would be better than this,
The aged dip of her spiny neck as she stares at nothing
That would stir a lively man and yet in this small smile
You can see that inside she is quite upsettingly and most regrettably -
And quite long so.
Clove's death -Part 2/2 Cato's P.O.V
All my years of training mean nothing now as I sprint towards the body on the floor. "Clove!" Even I can hear the pain in my voice as I run across the open plain. I realise too late that I'm vulnerable where I am but the waxen colouring on Clove's face wipes any thoughts of self-preservation from my mind.
"Stay with me Clove, we have to win remember? We have to win I need you to win."
I can see the faces of the trainers back home as they watch me now-the disgust that will be on their faces should be enough to push me back into Career mode but all I can see right now is the irregular fall of Clove's chest.
"Please Clove, stay with me. Please!"
No longer are my District going to see the strong volunteer Cato and the deadly knife throwing girl Clove. No, right now they are seeing children dying in an arena and I can't let that happen.
When I hear the cannon for my darling Clove's death go off I graze my lips across the dent in her temple and run my
Clove's death -Part 1/2Listen to this when reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFEDTtKaFzU
I've never wielded so much power over somebody's life and it's frightening actually. The fear in her eyes doesn't look as if it is fear for her own death, she doesn't seem like a girl who is scared of death actually. I noticed that from day one. The girl she volunteered for can be the only reason such fear would spark those lifeless grey eyes into emotion. Her sister will be right now watching me as I trace a line around the lips of the girl I'm sat on with my knife. The fear that only a sibling can feel when they can't protect their family, that's what I can see in her eyes. Pity for the girl beneath me and the twelve-year old back in district 12 threatens to swamp me but like with all the others I contort my personality to that of a psychotic and deceiving killer. It's becoming easier to fit the role as I live in these Games. And so I drag myself from the depths of fear and focus instead
Da-Hunger Games Task 3You'd expect me to feel relaxed and comfortable in this arena. Sea water, islands, a miniature District 4 some might say. But I'm not comfortable here, because District 4 doesn't have a huge metal cornucopia sat in the middle of it, calling to the tributes that right now are stood around it tensed and ready for the beginning of their deaths. We've only just been brought up on our plates and so I have a minute to register my surroundings and plan my first move. Unlike chess this first move can kill, either myself or another tribute. I'm sure at least some of us will die right now, in the famous bloodbath that presides over the beginning of every Game.
At the moment I stand on an island, a large island at that, and it's covered in only long grass. Well with flaming auburn hair this colour I'm definite that grass will not camouflage me. There goes option one. There are other islands, all of varying sizes that surround the area as well and one catches my eye. A medium sized one
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