User blog comment:FrostyFire/The 500th Hunger Games/@comment-26976397-20141222214435

Name: Cleopatra Argos

Age: 44

District: Ten

Gender: Female

Weapons: Cleopatra, even not coming from a career district, has trained with weaponry prior to entering the games for the first time. She is strong physically, so she can wield and use any sort of weapon, but Cleopatra focuses on long-ranged ones. Cleopatra is an experienced fighter, and she doesn't feel remorse after kicking away the body of her victim. She is determined and ready for the Hunger Games, and will stop at nothing to win them. She is amazing at wielding swords and razor claws, and her accuracy with these two weapons is so good that she nearly never misses a target.

Personality: Cleopatra is a career tribute by heart and soul. She is spoiled and ignorant, and tries to keep everyone else around under her regieme. She doesn't accept failure, and is very sneaky and smart, but she is easily manipulated. She is a known morphline addict, saying that "drugs make life more exciting for anyone!". Cleo doesn't have a specific goal in her life, but she lives mainly for adrenaline, attention and fun. She is fiercely competitive and always fights with urge to be the best at everything. She does not care for anyone but herself, and sees everyone else as mere toys to her entertainment. She is a sadist, and likes playing with other people's feelings, making them turn against each other and hurt themselves as she merely watches, snickering, and once she is bored she will walk away. Cleopatra values wealth and money more than any living person on Earth. She gets jealous easily and hates people who score better than her into tasks she is used to take. She is willing to take risks to prove that she is better than everyone around her. Overall, Cleo is a bratty spoiled girl.

Backstory: I watch as an idiotic girl from my neighbourhood runs across the gym with astounding agility and amazing athleticism. She's a real talent...and for sure a real enemy.

As she finishes with a flamboyant flip of her wavy ginger hair I let out a laugh and her eyes immediately travel to meet mine.

"Do you find something amusing?" She asks me darkly. I smile but remain silent, watching the fury that slowly reveals itself in her eyes. She's not used to people ignoring her. She gets angry when someone laughs at at her...we have a lot in common. And that means she is a threat. A threat who must be eliminated.

"I was amused that you thought what you did was impressive...because it was pretty mediocre!" As I anticipated she steps towards me, her face controting in anger. She is so easily manipulated! I smile again and she throws an open palmed slap at me. I move fast enough to grab her wrist and yank backwards. She lets out a gasp of pain and as I stop to smile about my victory she sweeps my feet and as I hit the ground she mounts me and holds my hands down.

"You thought I was weak?" She hisses in my face and I smile coldly. She may think she's in control but my plan is going as expected. "Well you just learned that no one can out plan me!"

I smile innocently. "Oh, is that so? In that case....HELP!" I let out a scream that immediately brings the attention of everyone else in the gym. "Help! She is trying to rape me! Help!" I smile wickedly at the girl as two peacekeepers appear at her side and pull her off. She tries to fight back but it's impossible and she's dragged back into the elevator.

And then the gunshot is heard.

Ha!

Now I just ended her life, thereby showing her up. "No one out plans me?" Looks like that's a farce, because I just did!

That girl is the proof. The proof that nobody can beat Cleo Argos!

"Get out of my way!" I growl as I push my way through the streets that are gradually getting more crowded as I get closer to the Reaping area. I shove one of the girls in my path so hard she falls to the hard pavement beneath her. She gets up, rubbing her elbows but knowing better then to try and argue with me. Everyone knows what happened to the last girl who annoyed me.

The square is buzzing with people and voices and has a disgusting odor of cows and the sort. These hideous people tend to smell like manure, mostly because they spend all their time hanging around it. I impatiently wait in line to get my blood taken and as soon as its finished I shove myself past everyone to get to the front of the crowd.

"Cleopatra Argos!"

The faint sound of footsteps reach my ears. So when the doors to the apartment swing open, I'm already sitting on an armchair like a proper lady. A small table of croissants, chocolates, tiny cookies and tea sits beside me and across that is another, albeit empty, chair. Perfect for the victor of the 468th Hunger Games and her interviewer.