#silka.

the blonde leans back in her chair, her voice full of arrogance as she brags to her prep team about how hard her district has trained for the following days ahead. her hair has been carefully arranged in tight, sophisticated waves, and her velvet green dress shimmered beneath the locker room lights. deep down, she knew that the prep team didn’t care. they were just following orders, dressing her up for the cameras. it didn't matter what they thought of her. but her people back home? that was a different story. their opinion meant everything. in district one, this was all anyone cared about: how hard they trained, how hard they fought. and winning would prove that she was the best.

silka's boasting comes to a halt as maysilee’s words cut through the room like a knife. for a brief moment, the entire room falls silent, . and it bothers her. her eyes narrowed, irritation flashing across her face, but it's quickly replaced by a tight, artificial smile. rising from her chair, the girl makes her way towards the girl, trying not to trip over the long train following closely behind. “ you say that now, but just you wait. ” she said, staring at her intensely, her voice dripping with venom. “ you'll be begging me to spare your life once we're in that arena. ”