Ana Crow, District 1. Sitting inside four walls of glass, like a trapped bird in a cage. /How ironic/ She glanced confidently into the faces of her viewers - some looked astounded, some disgusted, some seemingly emotionless. /How long have I been laying here?/ /Oh, right. This is the parade. I need to look good for these rotten Capitol cats./ Ana's gaze looked at the cats coldly. Her paws touched the solid glass, then- Cats looked over at her, their eyes wide with fright and horror. Some covered their ears. Some jumped back, hissing. /Can't take a little noise? Tch. How are you going to be prepared for what I do next?' Slowly, sheh started sketching out an image of a crow, flying, across the walls of glass. Then, she drew a cat underneath the crow's claws. /The other tributes. Because I will truly be the victor of this game./ She watched as cats stared, amazed, as she drew, until the outline was completed and she stepped back satisfied. Her job was done. Now all she had to do was smile a bit more, do some more poses, and wait for the end to come. /Maybe I'm trapped...but I have been noticed. And this is the difference between my life and my death/ --- ill speedrun the costume later
