BlueEyedCrows

                               Skin Deep      If there's anything to be learned from the world that I live in, it's that appearances are everything. Everyone says that the Hunger Games are not a beauty pageant. This is true, to an extent. Beauty will only get you so far, but it will get you sponsors. And, nobody gets anywhere without sponsors. The Gamemakers make sure of that. It's a very simple way of making sure that this story ends the way the audience wants it to. It's a gruesome, bloody fairy tale, and every fairy tale needs a princess. The people of the Capitol have everything. They spend all of their considerable free time preserving

Berries I'm almost arrogant enough to take pride in the fact that no one has come looking for me yet. I know that it has less to do with my stealth, and more to do with the simple fact that everyone knows I'm an easy kill. It's a matter of time, really. The Gamemakers must be getting restless by now, with Cato and the pair from Twelve on opposite sides of the arena. I made a point of keeping tabs on them, watching from a safe distance once I had my pack, which held enough food for one day. Considering what was in the packs from Two, I think it's obvious the audience has lost interest in me. I'm not a power-player, so I'm pretty sure they wer

A/N- In honor of THG coming out on DVD soon, I'm doing a few more oneshots. They will probably all be short, because I'm on a "moment" kick. This one was done to round out "Gone", which is an exploration of Cato's complex feelings for Clove. I felt like I needed to write something from her perspective. Please review, it makes me happy. Countdown 55…54…53… When I was a child, training for the Games, a previous victor came to give a talk on what it was like in the arena. She said that when the countdown ends, you are left with two options. You can be afraid of the other tributes. You can run away and wait for someone braver to

Elena woke up with a splitting headache. She'd been out the night before with Caroline and Bonnie, and Caroline had compelled the bartender to keep her well-stocked in tequila. According to her, Elena had forgotten how to have fun with all that had been going on. She vaguely remembered leaving the Grill at closing, Caroline half carrying her down the sidewalk. She had been trashed, quite a feat for her. Elena breathed a grateful sigh that it hadn't been Damon who'd brought her home. Her relief would be short-lived. Elena stretched out an arm and jumped. She wasn't alone. A very shirtless Damon was gazing back at her, smirking in a way that co