✭ We hope your rules and wisdom choke you ✭ {} “Armaros Valencia!” I stood there. I stood there and let the name soak into my fur. Armaros Valencia. Out of thousands upon thousands of papers. Armaros. Valencia. “…Armaros Valencia?” The lady squawked, looking around in confusion, as if I were turning down an amazing opportunity. I wasn’t sad. No. I couldn’t even feel scared. I was just angry. I felt the rage just, sitting inside me, threatening to burn me alive. Apparently this showed on my face, since the kids around me started to shift away. I made a sudden movement, just to get up. I cleared a path for myself, shoving past cats who were too out of it to move. Why were they? They didn’t get Reaped. I know where all this anger comes from. Lynx. Poor Lynx. Lynx who’s still so short I need to grab them cups from the cupboards. Lynx who’s so full of kindness, they’ve offered the kids at school who are so cruel their hand when they fall. Lynx, who’s too pure for this world. Was going to be alone. I didn’t even realize it, but I started pulling my entire getup off. Paxton always made me dress nicely for Reaping days. . Screw it. . My hair had been neatly tied and brushed back, so I let all of it down, messily styling it how I normally do. The sad, unmatching blue dress that almost every girl had. There were several bows, just for design. I undid them. I made sure to look a mess as I stepped onto the stage. I looked like those lucky men, who were able to afford a bar, walking out stumbling with their ties undone, sitting unevenly around their necks. Good. I wanted to make sure the cameras knew, that my district knew. That my ‘family’ knew. I’ll try for you, Lynx. If I go down, I’ll go down with a fight. Which will be the last thing I do.
I’m gonna switch between different point of views because I’m bored :P Also sorry if this is low-key not great, I have no ideas and I scrapped multiple different versions Art coming eventually because I’m lazy af Lynx Lockshire
