Thread: The Tribute From District  1 (Snake Plissken & Touch Of Temperament)

Zoe found a table of her own too, looking at the others. If these were the last days of her life, she didn't want to spend them alone. There was no other option though. She didn't know any of these people and they were readying themselves to kill her. With her strategy in playing these games, she would be the perfect ally. Fast, knowledgeable, a hunter and easy to dispose of once the time for alliances was over. So she was planning to play these games solo. As she popped cherry tomatoes in her mouth, she watched the others. It was interesting to observe them. The boy from district 1 had separated himself from the other Careers. Pretty much everyone had noticed and she wondered what his strategy would be. Whether part of the Pack or on his own, she'd want to steer clear of him. When the stylists swarmed her again to prepare for the interviews, she barely felt them go to work on her hair and make up. It was a black dress, the bodice in a lacy pattern that reminded her of the black airbrush they'd done for the opening ceremony, the black skirt flowing down to the ground. Her hair was teased up into an updo, with a chain of pretty red flowers starting in her hair, draping over the bodice of her dress. Her skin was glowing beautifully, her makeup warm, but simple. Of course she would be second to last as the girl tribute from district 12, but it meant she could watch the other tributes. The boy from 1, Ryan was his name, did a great job opening up the show. Confident, eager to find, the challenger in the games. None of the other tributes was a memorable and by the time it was her turn, she'd seen every kind of image she could think off. Caesar Flickerman was on top of his game as always, helping the tributes to shine and she glad to find him still energetic by the time it was her turn. Zoe! How are you feeling after watching the other contestants? Smiling she pulled up her shoulders. I'm waiting to see what will happen in the Arena. Then are you Distrct 12's next Katniss? Caesar immediately asked her. Zoe looked at him for moment and then said. No.. I don't think anyone can be Katniss better than Katniss. You can count on me being myself. She winked and Caesar clapped his hands. And what can you tell you about you being yourself? Zoe breathed in, thinking about it for a moment. My brother would tell you I'm a survivor. Her eyes found the camera as she said it. It was something significant to her, but she quickly changed the subject before Caesar could ask anymore. The crowd seemed to have liked it. For the remaining time they chatted, she was witty, clever in her answers, easy with a smile. But she was glad when the buzzer went, time's up. Sander was last, but she didn't watch. In her head she was going over the interview, had she been clever like she thought or silly? She didn't need allies, but she'd need sponsors. After the interviews they went back to their floor. Zoe immediately went to her room, she wasn't up for discussion about her interview, about her ideas, about her plan for the Games. It was bad enough, knowing the risk she'd take. Where everyone was trying to increase their chances, she'd made things harder for herself. She lay on the floor, looking up out of the window. She'd seen enough of the Capitol. There was a knock at the door and with a sigh she got up. As she opened the door, she was already saying. I really don't.. Her words trailed off when she saw Peeta push open the door further. So far she'd talked with him the least, but he'd also given her the least grief about her decision. Come with me. He said friendly and after a shrug she followed him out, closing the door behind her. He lead her to a pair of stairs, which ended in a door. The door opened to the roof. It was simple, but with shields to prevent any tribute to throw themselves off the building. I came here during our Games. So did Katniss. I though you might like it. Zoe stood there, gazing up at the sky, feeling a little less oppressed. Somehow the stars and moon seemed so much further away than they did at home. Still it was a clear night, she could gaze up for hours. After a moment of silence, she looked at him. I've not given up, you know. I'm not ready to die. There was another soft sigh, how to explain herself.