#d.1

After she’d gone on a stroll so to scan the rest of the arena as well, armed with four knives and steel bravery, Regan returned to her newly found home, with an affected look on her face before approaching Stella, looking for a dramatic effect. “Stella, my star, but this is terrible news. We all have cabins... like, rooms for each tribute, you see? That’s what the keys are for, but the thing is that yours is in a whole different wing, which looks dreadful. But don’t worry. We won’t support such discrimination. You are one of us, just like us and this....” Regan moved to take one of the keys on which the number ONE was carved on, pressing it against Stella’s palm meaningfully. “... and you should sleep with us. Don’t worry about the tribute from One.” She grinned, proudly. “He won’t need his key. It’s yours now.” God, how she hoped it would impress the public and show everybody how tight their alliance was.

Her arm wasn't bleeding anymore. At least she didn't feel the blood sliding on her smooth skin, reaching for her armpit when she was raising her hand to throw a knife, here and there in hopes of helping eliminating people to count as competition. She wasn't throwing continuously, instead taking her time and watching the people from a somewhat protected distance. Watching their styles, their approaches, what they would reach for before running into unknown, without being sure if they'd find water, weapons or food elsewhere and having to pick between them. What can't a tribute live without in this arena? It was the question circling around everybody's minds, but, to Regan, it at least wasn't a worry. She had and was going to have everything. They were right to grab a small bag and run their minds off until all they could see was the infinite mass of water. It made by far more sense, without a question.

Her knives still rained all over the arena, harming one, missing another - not making a difference as of now. She noticed her first enemy, the boy from the lower district who refused to give her the shield and who was abandoned prematurely. Who didn't get to see what Regan could do in this arena with a stupid boy. She noticed how the boy from District Four finished him, not knowing that he was her property. The boy from Four became the top of a brand new list of enemies she was ready to write in her mind. She apologized to her ally, Stella, mentally for it, at the same time as blaming her, and her alone for the mere fact that Carter was still alive. They had a pact that she couldn't even honor. Regan then began to throw multiple knives his way, both to avenge her own honor and to clean up the mistake of the girl from District Six, but due to being pressed by the idea that the boy from Five got offed by him before she could get the chance to get back at him, she missed by far with every of the six throws she dedicated to him. Stopping to catch her breath, she tried not to display anger, because it truthfully was so unlike her to be frustrated, when she knew her way around pretty much anything. Yet, she couldn't help it. There it was, one canon she didn't want to hear - and that, not because it pained her to know that the boy from Five was dead, but because he was hers to kill.

As the bloodbath was ending slowly, with more and more tributes making an exit through death or running in a different room, the Cornucopia was getting emptier and emptier, although certain people were still picking up axes in hope that they would secure their survival in the arena. Still feeling upset because somebody stole her toy, she threw one more knife, frustrated and charged with fury, without a particular aim, and, through a miracle, it hit straight in another tribute's forehead with a precision she didn't even have knowingly. For a mere second, she panicked that it could be the forehead of somebody she cared for and was allied with, but then, he did see the much shorter figure of the boy from District Eight, whose name she didn't even try to memorize. Watching him collapse and drop the backpack he was holding, Regan widened her eyes, surprised before she went back to her indifference towards the dead.

LMAO so true

This is TRUE! MORE MUSCLES ON THOSE WOMEN PLEASE!