Jul 9, 2022
“Okay, what do I need to do in there?” Hazel asked shifting from foot to foot, hands stuffed in her pockets. “How do I sell myself to those assholes – sponsors – whatever,” She muttered giving a small shrug.
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“Okay, what do I need to do in there?” Hazel asked shifting from foot to foot, hands stuffed in her pockets. “How do I sell myself to those assholes – sponsors – whatever,” She muttered giving a small shrug.
@ashchane
A five was middle of the pack. Hazel couldn’t be middle of the pack, she needed to be the best, only the best lived through the Games unless by some stupid stroke of luck they survived. A five was not indicative of a survival. She watched the screen as the scores of the other tributes seven, ten, six. All better than her. “I fucked up, didn’t I?” She asked, jaw set askew, head dropping down toward her lap, “I’m sorry.”
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