Player:
banerrySubject: Azula, Vriska Serket
Table: B
Prompt: 020- Shield
Azula is eighteen. Her name is entered in the reaping seven times.
She likes fighting and training, but she isn't a Career, and she would never want to be picked. Fighting for her own reasons is fine, but fighting for the Capitol's entertainment would be contemptible. She's often thought that if her name were ever drawn, she would do something damaging and rebellious, even though it would be sure to get her tortured or killed (not that she would be likely to win in the arena even if she did try her best-- she's a talented fighter to be sure, but she doesn't have any of the advantages that those from the lower-numbered districts do, and she knows it). At least that way, she wouldn't be their pawn, playing into their hand just the way they'd want her to. That way, even in death, she'd win.
Still, Azula is hoping that she won't be picked. This is her last year to be entered so her name is on more slips than many of the others, but plenty have taken tesserae so the odds aren't too terribly stacked against her.
She isn't one to get nervous or scared easily, and so as she walks towards the center square for the ceremony, her mind is already on what she needs to do that evening (hunt, cook, train, train, train). Luckily, she doesn't really have anyone but herself to worry about as far as the reaping is concerned-- almost all the people she's close to are far too old to be reaped, and the only one who isn't is much younger; she's only entered twice.
"Happy Hunger Games! May the odds ever be in your favor!" This announcer is annoying, with her cheery voice and ridiculous pink hair. Azula hopes they get rid of her soon. When the customary "ladies first!" is announced, she rolls her eyes. When the reaping ball is being sifted through, she thinks about how ridiculous it is that they draw things out, when they really should just get it over with and let everyone return to their lives. As the paper is being unfolded, her mind is on just how hungry she is for her upcoming dinner. And when the name is announced...
"Vriska Serket!"
Vriska, who used to be one of the fiercest kids in the District, right up there with Azula herself. Vriska, who could hold her own in almost any fight, but who had recently decided that a life of violence and battle wasn't what she wanted-- and who was now about to be sent to either kill twenty-three other people, or die herself.
Vriska, who was the one person in the reaping that Azula truly loved, and the one that she hadn't thought she'd need to worry about.
Azula was a fighter, born and bred. It was her life, and even if she'd wanted that to change the way Vriska had, she wasn't sure if she knew how to be anything else. That was why there was no fear or hesitation in her eyes as she quickly approached the stage, pushing the younger girl aside and walking past without looking at her.
"I volunteer as tribute."
[For anyone not familiar with the series, this was a Hunger Games AU drabble, replacing two major characters with Vriska and Azula. My life, my choices.]