Sorry I'm taking forever to update. I just have too much other stuff going on, and I don't wait for anything. I detest waiting.
...I'm sure you do too. Sorry. Here's the chapter. I think the characters are OOC, which I HATE, but I'm writing this after having no sleep for the past 36 hours so...you know, I tried.
(Konan, District 8)(After Training Day I)
I opened the door to the room that would be mine for the next few days. It was dark; though on the bed was a patchwork quilt. I fiddle slightly with the origami flower in my hair. Why the Capitol thinks that anything to do with District 8 equals patchwork, I have no idea. But at least it was something of home...it reminded me of them. I sit on the edge of the bed gingerly, running my hands over the fabric underneath them. It always amazes me, that the Capitol has so much, when the Districts have so little. Nagato and Yahiko believed that we could make peace with the Capitol. But it didn't get us anywhere.
"...and just wait until you get a taste of the dinner. Oh, the food is just to die for! Hey, in a while maybe you'd like to go over your closet? We've prepared outfits specially!" The escort chats on. She is an exuberant woman, tall and with silvery-green hair. "And after eleven, lights out and no shit, okay?" The escort continues. I stifle a giggle. No shit? She heads to a door on the opposite side of the room.
"What's that for?" I ask, slightly unsteadily.
"Roof. You may want to ask your mentor about going up there later. It's really pretty!" She exclaimed, giving me a smile. I try my best to send her a smile back, but I don't think it worked too well. I'm pretty uncomfortable in this situation.
I lean back on the bed, my hand finding its way to the Capitolian remote. I flip the screen on. The reapings are replaying, which is what I was hoping for. It helps to size up the competition. Right now, the girl from Six was on screen. She had long, pale blonde hair tied back in two pigtails, kind looking brown eyes and probably the largest breasts I'd ever seen on a girl. As the screen zooms in, I try to tear my eyes away from the impossibly large flesh mounds to look at her face, but it's to no avail. Luckily, a few minutes later, the screen is changing to District 7.
District 7 is a blond boy, who smiles when his name is called, even through the tears streaming down his face. The district looks happy to see him leaving. I immediately feel something- maybe a slight tugging on my heart. I remember when I was looked at as a child. Being an orphan, a good-for-nothing, worthless, freak. There's something else in the glares of this district; hatred, but I let my eyes pass over it as the screen changes again to my district.
I flip the television back off, sitting up to look around. It's dark out. I can hear the Capitol roaring to life outside. The sounds of music, laughing, screaming, hit me from the door that leads up to the roof from my room. I flop ack down and roll over onto my side, removing the flower from my hair and clutching it in my hand gently. The familiar feel of the paper gives me reassurance. Maybe, just maybe, things will be okay...
But there's never any way to be sure.
(Hidan, District 2-)(Waking up on Day II)
"That...that little BITCH! I'mma fucking kill her!" I scream, sitting upward.
"Really?" The bitch herself asks. I frown, furrowing my brow.
"I what?" She asks. I give her a "what the hell you motherfucking cunt?" look, before deciding to just tell the bitch straight out.
"You fucking stole my SCYTHE! I NEED that!"
"Weapons are not permitted in the tribute house," Mentor-mentor says smugly.
I pout. What the fuck? "B-but..." She slams the door. Fucking bitch. I look at the door for a minute, just incase she decides to turn around, and then make an unceremonious dive under my bed for the knife residing there. "Jashin-sama!" I yell. "I will-"
Something hits me in the head just as I grab the knife. I groan, falling forward completely. "Fuck! That hurt!"
"I thought you liked pain," Temari says, smirking. "Get up, mentors say we need to head out."
"Yeah, yeah, get the hell out, my ass..." I say, standing as I rub the Jashin-damned sore spot on the back of my head.
"No, seriously. Ameko said she'll decapitate us if we don't get the fuck out already."
"Fine, fine." I say. "Jashin says fuck you heathen bitches." Temari just shrugs, as if saying 'yeah, fucking sure, idiot.' and I follow her out of the room. Much to my dismay. I don't think I fucking can stand being in an alliance with her! I mean, oh yeah, it's fuckin' expected, it's bitchin' wanted, but I'm having second thoughts. And I am not a cock-suckin' idiot just so you kno-
Pay no fucking attention to the fact that I just tripped on the floor. It got in my Jashin-damned way.
I punch it with my fists.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!Ow, ow ow, ow, shit! Tema-chan! That hurtttttttt..." I scream.
"Oh, suck it up and deal with it. Tenten's better than you." She laughs.
"Fuck you..." I mutter.
Yeah, definitely fuckin' searchin' for better allies.
Just in case you're wondering, I have the tribute list. I have made up last names for some of the characters, but any that had established last names have kept them.
Female: Tenten Juujuu (Thumbs up if you get this one.)
Male: Sasuke Uchiha
Female: Temari Sabaku
Male: Hidan Sanyu
Male: Shikamaru Nara
Male: Kisame Hoshigaki
Female: Sakura Haruno
Male: Sasori Akasuna
Female: Tsunade Senju
Male: Kakuzu Hoku
Male: Naruto Uzumaki
Female: Konan Ame
Female: Tayuya Otoshi
Male: Choji Akimichi
Male: Zetsu Kusagi
Female: Hinata Hyuuga
Male: Deidara Iwakatsu