saskura4ever

    The only good thing about getting reaped so far was the food. Capitol food was the best thing you had ever tasted. Lucky bastards. Gilbert still wasn't talking much, which was way out of the norm. Finally, just after Effie, the man from before sat down.    "Um... Gilbert and... (Name) was it, dear?" You nodded. "This is Mr. Bonnefoy ... Your mentor..." She looked at him in disgust. He just brushed his long hair from his face and made an inhumanely  noise. "Introduce yourself... Mr. Bonnefoy."    "Just call me Francis, my darling." For a sloppy looking guy, he was pretty good looking in your opinion. And his voice was so sweet it was lik

   You lived in a poor District. Even getting bread was a treat. Everyone was starved, if you didn't count the mayor and the Capitol's rats. Depriving you of your well being, the Capitol took away any humanity that ever lasted in District 12. Not since the rebellion of District 13, meaning now you were the poorest District. Lucky for you, your best friend was a master of thievery. He stole bread, cheese, squirrel, goat, and herbs from the Hob (an underground trading center) and the local bakery. Not many people liked "That Damn Burglar," as they called him, but you know... What the hell. If it meant feeding you and your family he would do any

   You were an outcast. Needing a job to make money, you decided to listen to your friend Alfred in taking a job as his best friends secretary. You would attend meetings with him, fax his paperwork, make his phone calls, etc, etc. At the moment you were getting ready for your coffee shop lunch date kind of thing? Well anyway, it was you meeting the ever-so-famous Arthur Kirkland. Your only problem was... Well... Your look. Naturally, you were already nervous on meeting your new employer, but more nervous about his reaction to your look. Most people were either scared, thought you were a freak, or were embarrassed to be around you    Instead