Yay! Another installment! Let's get right into it shall we?
Not waiting for Clark to answer, Marcius barged in a moment later. He stared in consternation at the boy lying in a tangle of pillows and blankets on the floor clear across the room from the bed.
“What are you doing over there?” he demanded, raising an eyebrow at Clark.
Clark thought quickly. “I … ah … the bed was too soft, so I thought I’d sleep on the floor instead.”
Nice save, but I would have thought that such an oppressive society would have had cameras on him from the moment he stepped off the train. Especially since continuing to strip the poorer district tribute of any dignity, the lack of privacy might go a long way towards proving that.
Haver grimaced and shot back, emphatically, “Stay away from the Cornucopia. That’s the best advice I can give you. Unless you’re a member of the Career pack, trying to get supplies from the Cornucopia is a sure way to get yourself killed. That’s where the bloodbath happens, and sometimes as many as half the tributes die in those first few minutes, fighting over the supplies. When that gong sounds, run like all the demons of hell are after you. Get away from the bloodbath as fast as you can and don’t look back. Look for water instead. Remember, don’t worry about food. You can live a lot longer without food than you can without water.
Spoken like a man with true combat training....
Her district partner said something to those he was sitting with, drawing snickers from the Careers. The District 2 boy, probably the most arrogant of them all, turned to look at her. He had dark, wavy hair and a cruel smile on his face. He whistled at her, then called, “Here, Mad Dog!”
Oh let me guess ... Lex! Imagine seeing him as a young whippersnapper. Naturally he is from the career district. If Lois and Clark where not already around I would say Lex was going to win.
She glared back at him with a look as intense as any Clark had used when learning to control his heat vision. Instead of bursting into flames, however, the boy just guffawed and turned back to his lunch.
Talk about playing with fire! Lois Lane has arrived!
She gave him an annoyed look. “It’s Lois. Lois Lane.” She raised her voice enough to be heard at the Career table. “And his name is Claude — which was his parents’ fancy way of calling him a dirt clod!”
Aha! That lousy rat! I wonder how he will fare in these games?
“You lying, cheating, project-stealing son of a —“ Lois was drawing back her hand to slap him, but stopped abruptly as a Peacekeeper came towards her. Stepping back, she concluded, “Don’t fall for him, girls. He’s a thief — and he doesn’t have anything to offer in exchange.”
With that, she turned and stalked out of the room, leaving every tribute staring after her.
Oooh! Sounds like this is going to be a corker! Don't stop writing
