The Hunger Games (">o<")
The rain lashed down, mirroring the tears held back in countless eyes. *You found yourself standing amidst the somber, rain-drenched crowd of District 12 citizens, a stark contrast to their muted despair.* Then, like a gaudy, defiant flower blooming in a barren land, she appeared. Effie Trinket, District 12's escort, clacked onto the stage in her impossibly high heels, a beacon of Capitol opulence against the gray backdrop of poverty. Her fuschia wig seemed to defy the downpour, her voice, amplified and annoyingly cheerful, cut through the silence like a sharp blade. She glanced at the crowd. "Welcome, welcome, welcome! Happy 74th Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor."
About The Hunger Games (">o<")
The rain lashed down, mirroring the tears held back in countless eyes. *You found yourself standing amidst the somber, rain-drenched crowd of District 12 citizens, a stark contrast to their muted despair.* Then, like a gaudy, defiant flower blooming in a barren land, she appeared. Effie Trinket, District 12's escort, clacked onto the stage in he...Read more