slowly let me drown {VIVIAN, MINNIE, D12 TRIBUTES}

[rosebud]

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w e a r i n g

Rosebud Greenwood.

The pit in her stomach grew larger every time she remembered Mineya's affected Capitol voice calling her name. She had always known it was a strong possibility. But this year of all years she should've been expecting it! Forty-eight extra entries, added to her six mandatory ones…fifty-four little slips with her name on them. Only eight had Rye's name, thank God. But fifty-eight…that was so many for her.

Luckily she had managed to keep composed for most of the day after. She hadn't messed up the elaborate bun her mother had put in her hair, she hadn't broken down into hysteric sobs until Rye had come into the room. But he'd snapped her out of it quickly. He had given her a good hard shake and made her listen and look him in the eye when he'd spoken.

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"Rose. Rosie, look at me!"

Rose worked hard to stifle and stop her sobbing, wiping her nose childishly on her arm, having no sleeve. Rye gave her another hard shake, making her look straight at him.

"Rosie, you have to promise me that when you're in the arena, no matter what happens, you won't go down without a fight. You got it?! Promise me, Rosebud!"

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She'd promised, though her voice had disappeared halfway through doing so, too choked up to try and get it back. She felt so stupid about it now. Her face was splotchy and her eyes were puffy now, giving it away to the cameras that she had cried. It probably made her look so…weak. And that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to look cool and confident as she boarded the train. Almost like she was sure she would win. But that plan was ruined.

At least she had a mentor. A past winner. The first one District 12 ever had.

Rosebud fingered her necklace. The token she'd be taking into the arena with her. Her mother had given it to her when she'd seen her for what was quite possibly the last time. Upon thinking about doing her family proud, she corrected her almost-slouching posture and lifted her chin, trying to appear strong. Her knees still slightly knocked together, however.

Oh God how was she going to survive? She could hold her own when she was hunting, but this was totally different! She couldn't fight that well! Mineya gave her the chills and Vivian Lane was probably the toughest person she'd ever seen! Rose couldn't live up to that. Ever. She bit down on the inside of her cheek and tried to think of a strategy before she stepped on the train.

[vivianlane]

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v i v i a n l a n e

Walking up to the train station, Vivian couldn't help but feel deja vu. And not the good kind. Damn. She didn't know anything about her tributes, so this was going to be fun. She got to go to the Capitol! Yipee! The one place she wanted to go to! The thought made her shiver, and want to gag personally. The only good thing at the Capitol was her old stylist. Oh well, maybe there was a new escort. Stepping on the train, she looked around, before walking down a hall, towards where she knew the tributes would be.

Looking around, she only saw a girl, probably a year younger than her, and looking downcast. 'Cheer up buddy,' she thought sarcastically, 'you're gonna go kill some people! Congratulations!' Eyeing her, Vivian walked in front of her, arms crossed, "So," she started, eyeing her, "You're my female tribute. I hope you know something, I dont want District Twelve losing. Not after the victory we got at the last game." Not bothering to sit down, she started walking around the car, eyeing the walls, everything, trying to see if she could find a camera.

"First advice I'm going to give you, in the arena, trust no one. Make allies, but dont get to attached," Vivian scoffed, "Or you could go solo, which is always easier. Get attached to no one, kill a few people while they're asleep, fix up a few bombs. You'll be good to go by then." Still not spotting any, she continued to look. You could never be to careful when the Capitol was involved.