you never know. a lady for as young as you should be home.
Well that’s not how it ever works out, now does it?
aww the bow, personally one of my favorites. hopefully it will take you far.
Mine too. Here’s hoping it will take me all the way back home.
it seems so, stunning. now Maya, for someone so young and from Nine, can you tell us how you got such a high score?
I wouldn’t go very far if I gave you all my secrets now would I? I’ll leave it at this: I may or may not have found the bow and arrow appealing, as a weapon of course. I have a couple of tricks up my sleeves though.
hello there little lady. you look absolutely stunning. am I right everybody? do you like what you stylist did?
Hi. Wow thanks. Of course I adore it. Lucina, my stylist, is a genius.
Don’t worry, I’m sure the real you will shine through either way. Besides, it’s fun to play dress-up sometimes!
Hopefully, I just don’t want to seem like a phoney. I never thought of it that way though.
(Source: merelymaya)
According to my escort getting an eight means I have somewhat of a say in things; and since my stylist couldn’t decide which angle she wanted for me.
Too bad I can’t decide either; Sexy, mysterious, dark, beautiful, humerous—can I not just be me?
Sitting on the edge of her seat Maya felt a slight tug by the elbow of her sleeve. Turning her head to the left she received a smile from her stylist, Lucina, who was not like most stylists she’d seen during the hunger games. Who despite the icy shade of blue her skin was died, had a huge heart and was the only friend she managed to make so far during these games.
Hearing a grunt from her district partner, Owen, she turned back to watch the careers receive perfect scores. A part of her wished she’d had some sort of training, a class at school, something to prepare her better for this. Gripping Lucina’s hand tightly as they got to their district the photo of her face came on the screen before flashing an eight on top of it.
Mouth agape as Owen stormed out she turned back to her team, completely unaware that she had scored higher than her own partner, a boy who was several years older, and twice her size. Even though they hadn’t officially paired up, Maya didn’t want to kill him—and she hoped he wouldn’t go for her either, it just wouldn’t be right, and it was only one measly point really.
Getting in the middle of a group hug including all of her team, minus Owen due to his lack on enthusiasm Maya couldn’t wipe the grin off of her face. Careers received eights! She knew this could either be a good thing or a bad. People would be scared of her, curious to know how a minuscule fourteen-year-old received a top score. Gathering herself and calming her breathing as Caeser wrapped up his speech she thought of what her family must be thinking; and hoped they were proud.
The Capitol, Panem. :)
I can’t decide if I’m more intimidated or stunned by the beauty.
Maya sat patiently in the waiting room with the rest of the tributes. Being from district nine she was towards the end, not that she minded but it only made her nerves worse. She just wanted to prove herself worthy of something for once, maybe get a sponser, and hopefully make it out alive if that wasn’t too much to hope for.
Hearing her name being called she bounded down the hallway towards the training center, taking large calming breaths while entering. The judges seemed a little distracted but she knew she could gain their attention. She’d recently become a master with the bow and arrow, one of the only things she was one-hundred percent capable of using, and she was proud of it. She’d also spent some time practicing her agility, being tiny she was able to run through the ropes courses with grace and speed.
Walking over to the bow and arrows she carefully selected the ones of her choice before waltzing into the middle of the room, taking her careful time. Not wanting to bore them though she pulled back and aimed at the dummy positioned in the center of the room. Drawing back she released it and the arrow went soaring, directly through where a person’s heart would be, but on the dummy. Hearing a couple of gasps she knew she received their full attention now. Without even looking up she grabbed a knife off of a table and stabbed the dummy several times before it fell in a heap to the floor.
Smirking to herself she continued, since no one had told her to stop, and she had more to show. Sprinting towards the far side of the room, near the door she climbed up what was supposed to represent a large tree placed next to several other trees. Shimmying up she crawled across the branch and onto an overhanging branch on another tree, before hanging by her hands for a moment and dropping to the ground. “Thank you.” One of the judges said with a grin, Maya knew he had to have been the game maker so she didn’t hesitate in returning the smile, even though on the inside her stomach churned even at the thought of going into the games. They were really real.
After mastering the art of archery Maya found herself becoming more comfortable being around deathly weapons. Sure most of the kids there were, they’d be trained for this their whole entire lives. Either way, Maya found skills she didn’t knew she possessed.
What she lacked completely in physical strength she made up in stealth and wit. Sure she was younger, but bright, and with more common sense than most of the other tributes she thought that made her stand out among the rest.
Still scared, she managed to spend a few measly hours at the edible plants station, even though she knew much about the topic already, she didn’t know cures or anything else of the sort, which the trainers helped her with along the way.
After spending a while there she decided to try and strengthen up a little. Starting out with smaller dumbbells she did several reps before tiring out. Strength was going to be her biggest downfall and she knew it.
