BLONDE LOCKS ON DARK LEATHER , HEAVY BOOTS MAKING THEIR WAY THROUGH THE STREETS . everything she wore was made of FINE MATERIALS , only the best good enough for hal coopers daughter . she was someone , not anybody and everyone could knew , could see . it had been war that made her family wealthy , the fear of it , the panic controlling the capitols people to lose control . PROFIT OUT OF BAD SITUATIONS , rising like a phoenix out of the ashes . and didn ‘ t it worked perfectly ? a strong name in district two , one people still had respect of , feared to attract their disfavor . it should have been an easy life for pretty teenager who had EVERYTHING SHE WISHED FOR . but it was not .
grown up with cold steel but with fatherly love , taught to be a strong leader , a FIGHTER , a winner — just like her sister polly . oh , she had meant the world to her parents . beautiful and brilliant , always known how to get what she was up to . volunteered at the age of seventeen and battled through the arena like a true champ , a cooper by birth . national treasure who made them all so proud , who now lived beneath skyscrapers made of marble and gold and drank champagne for breakfast . no . since the day polly cooper had won the hunger games , there was NO WAY OUT OF IT . betty had to follow suit .
green eyes wandering through the countless shops down the street , selling all kind of weaponry ( of which of course more than eighty percent were produced by her father ) , as she stopped at a very small , almost unrecognizable one . SWORDS . simple , but effective . blades so sharp they could cut flesh from bones , severe heads from shoulders . it wouldn ‘ t be a gun the blonde would be allowed to use . it would not be a high tech kind of product thrown at them at the beginning . too boring . TOO EASY . quotes were what counted and she obliged to keep them high . ❛ give me the best sword you sell . ❜ , betty spoke with steady voice . she needed to FOCUS . to prepare for this death match , or she would be the first cooper to fall in war .
