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Aspen - District 7 Private Session

P.S. Srry It's really long...

With frozen fingers and a stomach full of wings, Aspen begs herself to stay calm. Every once and awhile, anxiety crept up into her spine, unwillingly leaving from the home it so comfortably made within her. Aspen could only hope for the best to keep the evil at bay. She felt trapped within a gate, with the key buried far beneath her. ''Inhale. Exhale''

The door opens, and Wes(7) exits, looking happy with himself. She looks up at him, but his eyes favor upon the silver handle of the exit. As he exits, the room soon becomes silent once more. Eleven more tributes remain quiet, all waiting for their names to be echoed throughout the speakers that hang on the corners of the wall's corner.

"Aspen, District 7"

Her heart skips a beat, almost stopping completely as Aspen forgets to breath. Her body remains numb, as if a gun were being held to her temple. Vomit churns in her throat, awaiting its departure, but she keeps that below her. She knows making a fool of herself would only make matters worse. Slowly, she pushes herself from the chair, unwillingly letting go of the armrest. Guiding her feet towards the entrance, her body meets the door.

With her hand caressing the tip of the door handle, she looks back. Most of the seats remain empty. The ones which aren't hold the people probably against her. Some of them, in favor of taking her life. Her eyes then glint on Andy(9). She looks up at her as well and, with their eyes locked, Aspen nods, turns the handle and enters. ''Inhale. Exhale.''

"Took you long enough." The Head Gamemaker announces. "Now, show us what your made of."

Looking beyond what the room has to offer, Aspen lies her eyes upon a silver sword. Picking it up, the handle rests against her hand. She looks across the room and finds a couple Dummys standing in a puddle of  arms, legs and heads seperated from diminished torsos. She lighly sprints towards them, sword in hand, and impales the figure on its side. It goes deep, however, not fatal. She rips the sword from the its body and hacks into it's head, creating a large incision along the middle.

Approaching the Dummy to her far right, she swing towards it, and the blade cuts through the right arm and stops in the upper chest. She kicks it to the ebony floor, and drives the blade into the chamber of velvet (the heart).

Finishing her attempt at the sword, she approaches the archery range. Aspen grasps a bow with uncertan hands. Sliding the arrow against the base and string, she gets into position. Getting into position she raises the bow to her and squints her right eye.'' Inhale. Exhale. ''

The string snaps back to its base. It goes flying, ripping the air in two. It remains straight and in line, guiding itself towards the end of its story. It goes so fast the wind races to catch up with it. Finally, it cleaves into the target, extending from behind the board. The red section appears ripped by the arrow, however the center untouched. The loudest silence beams across the room. ''Inhale. Exhale.''