velvet maren - district 8 “ you’re as pure as the driven snow ” ——————————————————————— it was quiet in the waiting room, save for the crackling of the intercom as it called in the next tribute. she had been waiting patiently, watching as others entered. and then it was her turn. “velvet maren.” it sounded so stale, so cold. she hated that sound, hoped her name would never be said like that again. it sounded like they were calling cattle, not people. but she got up, walking into the freezing cold room. it was hard to see, and she didn’t exactly know what she wanted to do. the only thing that could come to her mind in that moment was the camouflage that gloss had taught her how to do. she had practiced it a few more times, and it was her best bet. you see, she just wanted a good score. a mediocre one would do. as long as she didn’t have one that was horribly low, it would work for her. she just wanted someone to believe in her enough to send help when she needed it. “hello? i’m velvet maren. from district 8.” her voice was shaky as she tried her best to project it, knowing that there were people watching who likely couldn’t care less about her. but she had to impress them if she wanted even a chance at surviving this place. it was her only choice. “in the arena, i will need to hide from the others. especially if i’m hurt. i’ve decided that i’ll be doing camouflage for you today.” she walked over to the familiar station, taking the items she needed and coming back. just enough to get the job done, and would be able to remove somewhat quickly. “depending on the what the arena looks like, and the available materials, this will be more or less difficult to do. if it’s a forest, my brown coloring will make it easier to disguise myself. if it contains snow or ice, it would be harder, which would be the same for most other environments.” she went through the movements she remembered, covering part of her body with moss. it certainly wasn’t the most impressive, sure, but it worked. it was something that she had enough confidence in herself to do. “my presentation might not be the most entertaining, or the most surprising, or really anything. it may be the least. perhaps mine is different from everyone else’s, or the exact same. but i think that it would be helpful if needed, so this is what i chose.” she finished soon after, doing moss on one arm and having the other be as similar to the floor of the room as she could get. it was hard to tell if it was accurate in the lighting, but she had tried. “thank you for your consideration.”
