Diana Giada

Isabela chuckled when Diana cast a look around. “Careful, cher. You might just blush. Then you really would be caught.” It’d been a game, Isabela had played with the other since Diana’s first trip to the tower. But what had started as a game to get under Onyx’s skin had become a game Isabela actually found herself enjoying. “What’re you doing tonight?”

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Diana knew these games with Isabela were dangerous. The other was cocky and intelligent and a bitch. Diana’d certainly caught herself staring at the other woman on more than one occasion, but she also knew Isabela had a grudge against Onyx and well... that put Diana in an interesting position when it came to Isabela. “Onyx if I have my way.” She responded, pushing a stray red lock of hair from her face. 

Sure that Sapphire was okay for now, Diana shot Onyx a text to find out where he was. Confusion etched across her face when he said he was on District One’s floor - unusual, but alright. She didn’t question it though, instead heading to the elevator. The elevator doors opened and she stepped off, peering around before spotting her husband. “You’re not down smoozing the sponsors?” She questioned by way of greeting as she approached him. 

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Onyx had to check himself to prevent him from turning to look at his wife with surprise. Onyx had assumed that Sapphire had been chosen to volunteer, never in his wildest dreams would Onyx have imagined that Sapphire would dare volunteer out of line. “Are you kidding me? I thought she had been chosen. I don’t blame Diamond.” His eyes turned back to the Parade on the screen. “Do you think she’ll even listen to me during training?”

Diana shook her head at her husband’s statement of surprise. “Nope. She promised Di she wasn’t going to volunteer.” She frowned, still not understanding why Diamond had allowed the girl to go at all. “And Diamond made sure the Academy knew that she wasn’t supposed to be chosen either.” She pursed her lips and sighed with a shrug. “She’ll probably listen to you better than she will Emilia or I or hell even Diamond. But that’s not saying much.” 

Onyx had been watching the Parade prep from the sidelines in the stables. The next morning training would start and though it may not make sense to some, Onyx was able to gather a lot from watching the Tributes prepare for the Parade. Even about Sapphire, who he had been in The Academy at the same time as. Pulled from his observing as Diana joined his side, Onyx watched the last chariot pull out of the stable and took in his wife’s murmured statement. “Her odds are better out of the gate than anyone before with there only being twelve tributes this year. If she can keep her head, I think she’ll win.” He spoke lowly back to his wife, eye watching the Parade broadcast on a tv screen in the stable.

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“She wasn’t supposed to volunteer. Di’s pissed.” She muttered as her eyes turned to the screen broadcasting the parade for all to see. She was quiet a moment as she thought about odds for a moment. Diamond’s odds were good. She was a career. She was trained. She was a legacy. But sometimes the odds were pushed out by luck instead and something dumb would happen and someone with no training would win. “I agree, her odds are better than we’ve ever seen before. But....odds aren’t all that goes into play in there though.”

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Emilia sighed softly, closing the door and moving into her house further, her heart still racing just a little too fast. “Out for a jog.” She murmured, reaching to pull the ponytail holder from her hair. “Haven’t been feeling well thought the fresh air might help.” She moved towards the kitchen, reaching for a glass to fill with water. “You and Onyx helping with One this year?” The news that there would indeed be a games had been unwelcomed to say the least in the Santos house.

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Diana raised a brow at the information her mentor and friend wasn’t feeling well. But as quickly as it’d been said, Emilia was moving on. Diana peered over the back of the couch, watching Emilia inquisitively. “Uhh, I think he’s still planning to help with training, yea.” They hadn’t really talked about it, she was just assuming. “You and Tones?”

Emilia jumped at Diana’s voice, not having seen the young woman. “Dios mío.” She huffed, smoothing her hand over the top of her head as she counted to five in her head, trying to regulate her breathing again. “Diana! You can’t just…” She stopped, sensing the tension in her own voice. “You didn’t think to let me know first?” And why hadn’t Diamond said anything before slipping back to her own home that morning? 

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Diana gave an innocent shrug as she flopped back against the couch once more. “Eh, figured a surprise would be better.” She smirked. “Where’ve you been, Emmy?”

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My name is Diana Ambre and I go by Diana or Di, I’m 21 years old, and the victor of the ninty-fifth annual hunger games from District One. That was the year with the Medieval Castle Arena. My preferred pronouns are she/her, some people think I look like Abigail Cowen but I'm not convinced. I really shouldn’t be saying this but… I’m Pro-Capital of course. Just ‘cuz, I’ll let you in on a little secret: Are you kidding? Secrets have power and I don’t give anyone power over me.  Like they say, “May the odds be ever in your favor”.