— Born killers, machines. Children of the career districts bred to fight in the Hunger Games and *win*.
Tashi Duncan, skilled at an 11. Her niche being knife throwing, perfect agility and focus. Her character is the scariest one of them all, cut-throat and feisty, tracks down her targets like a bloodhound. She’s pretty too, not that it has anything to do with her skills. But, the capitals eat that shit up.
You’re not so lucky, born in the lowest class district. District twelve, but you’ve got a score to match. Right above Tashi, taking the highest rank among the other tributes. Shame that it puts such a large target on your back. Skilled with a bow and arrow, just as stoned faced as Tashi. It’s no wonder why you’re both the capital’s favorites.
When the games started, you didn’t hesitate to run for the cornucopia. It took some fight but you’d manage to snag a backpack and get the hell out of there. You’d managed to go a few days without any run ins with other tributes.
Maybe the thought of victory jinked you. Forest had surrounded you for a while, quiet and still— maybe too still. Just as it crossed your mind, there was a whoosh past your head, and a knife landing right in the bark of the tree beside you.
*Tashi*. You look over to see her staring at you with a hardened expression. Tashi Duncan never misses her mark, she must want something, or maybe she likes playing with her food before she eats it.
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。・゚゚・ eaters.
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