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Old 08-27-2012, 03:41 AM
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Auram Ubralles from District Two

After the applause had died down, Auram was lead to the housing for the tributes. After she had been lead out of sight from the crowd, two peacekeepers converged on Auram, grabbing her arms while several more gathered around, shifting nervously in their boots. No doubt they had learned of her disposal of their fellow soldiers. It was only the girl's status as a tribute that had stopped them from trying to beat her. Luckily, the boy had been taken down a different path, so Auram was able to speak freely, looking at the stern-faced guard to her right. "Did you know those boys?" she asked, smiling as his mouth twitched in anger. "Maybe you mentored them?"

"Shut up," he said, and some of the other Peacekeepers echoed his sentiments.

"Everyone has a perception that you soldiers are an immovable force, but I know the truth." She leaned towards her captor and spoke softly, "They screamed. Their voices broke and the reality came out. Underneath all of your bravado, you all die the same."

The blow came quickly, the guard picked up his stick and swung it at the teenage girl. She caught his wrist before it could hit and shot her leg out to connect with his ankle. He gasped in pain and the other guards moved in, ready to attack. Auram spun on the ball of her foot and pushed the Peacekeeper to her right away, seizing his weapon as she did so. The Tribute and her escorts glared at one another, but the tension was broken when Mr. and Mrs. Ubralles emerged from around the corner. Auram dropped the metal stick and plastered a huge smile on her face, " Hi mom and dad!"

"Don't you dare," her father said. "We heard what you did to those poor young men."

"Come on, the house is just a little further," her mother said before turning to the still-tense Peacekeepers, "We can take her from here."

"I'm not going anywhere," Auram said and walked to the impressive house. Her home was a mansion, but this was somehow even more impressive. Through the wooden dooray, Auram examined the high ceilings, the precariously perched chandelier, and a plaque above an ornate fireplace that simply said "Devotion." She wasn't alone though, no sooner had the door closed behind her that the Mayor of District Two emerged, flanked by two Peacekeepers. "Only two, huh? You must be expendable."

"Don't be glib with me you psychopath. Your actions today have put the entire district in an uncomfortable position." He was a young man, with a hawkish face and the eyes of a predator. Countless rumors were in circulation about the less-than-noble things he had done to rise to the stop.

Auram looked at a painting hung on the fall, feigning boredom, "How bad is it?"

"Many higher-ups in the Capitol know about your past exploits with killing and they're going to know about this one. I'm surprised they haven't disqualified you."

"No, you're not. There's no way out for a Tribute, short of being volunteered for. And besides, don't you think I'll make it a more interesting Hunger Games?"

"You think you're so damn clever, but once you're in that arena, you'll be the main target."

"No, I won't." Auram turned to face the mayor, "Because a wolf in sheep's clothing makes for a much more thrilling game. The more I am underestimated, the more damage I can do."

"You're insane."

"Maybe, but that's not important." Auram gave the older man a dazzling smile, "So, did you just come to lecture me or do you have a totem for me?"

"I'd love to give you a bullet in the head, but my hands are tied by the President." He smiled at the brief break in the Tribute's composure, "They're of the same mindset as you. They think that you'll be a wonderful addition to the games." The mayor began to leave through the door one of the Peacekeepers had opened for him, but he called to Auram over his shoulder, "You're not going to win. I'm going to make sure that any donations from this District are going straight to Michael Knight." With that the Mayor was gone and Auram was left alone inside of her majestic dwelling, at least until the train arrived.

She looked out the window and saw her parents speaking with the mayor of District Two, probably apologizing for their daughter's actions. As she wiped one rust colored strand out of her eye, Auram smiled, not at the sight before her, but at her own twisted fantasies. It was going to be a good Hunger Games. A very good Hunger Games indeed.

OOC: Sorry for not getting this out sooner, work's been very hectic. I'll try and edit in Victus when I get the chance, but for now, I have to go to bed.
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