#snatchsquad

Glint: Ladies and Gentlemen, citizens of Panem, please welcome our District 1 tribute, Ithuriel Grey!

Ithuriel: Thank you, Ms. Lovewood. You're looking absolutely stunning tonight!

Glint: Such a charmer! Now Ithuriel, you received a six for private training. What can you tell us about that?

Ithuriel: Well Glint, I can tell you my vagina is plenty swollen after all I had to bear.

-audible gags from the audience-

Glint: I...I beg you're paron?

Ithuriel: Just kidding! My vagina is plenty okay. It's so okay that it's non-existent!

Glint: Right...

Ithuriel: Honestly, I just did what was expected of me in private training, and I can't be mad at the score I received. It was well deserved, and it was higher than venus' so I call it a win/win.

Glint: Well that's good! It's always great to hear when a tribute is proud of themselves! Let's give it up for our District 1 tribute, Ithuriel Grey!

I was in a downright awful mood after I had to say goodbye to my little sister and my boyfriend. The damn peacekeepers wouldn’t even let me get a quickie in before hauling Zephyr away. Didn’t they understand? I was a teenager. I had needs. Just because they’re libido dried up years ago didn’t mean mine had to. 

Prudes.

I was brought to an area of the train that was clearly meant for casual lounging around and meals. It was definitely extravagant. I wondered if the lower districts received such trains, or if they were given the ones that were on their last limbs before being decommissioned.

My thoughts were interrupted by my district partner charging in like she either had to shit really bad, or someone had her vibrator turned all the way up.

Not that I would know anything about that.

She plopped down in the chair across from me and crossed her arms, seemingly not wanting to talk to anyone.

“So like,” I said anyway. “Is this how you’re gonna be the whole train ride to the Capitol? Because it’s gonna be a long ass two hours if so.”

No response.