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Ira.
Legacy Name: Ira.

The Chibi Jollin
Owner: Mythic

Age: 19 years, 1 month, 1 day

Born: February 17th, 2007

Adopted: 11 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: March 29th, 2014

Statistics

• Level: 71
   
• Strength: 96
   
• Defense: 57
   
• Speed: 55
   
• Health: 60
   
• HP: 60/60
   
• Intelligence: 125
   
• Books Read: 121
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Stylist

My hands are tight as I cling to the only thing they can find my newest possession; a small dark brown jacket.

"…safe from the elements.”

My fearful gaze meets a small chubby man’s annoyed glare. He doesn’t notice my fear. He slaps my hands away from my jacket and mutters about how I never listen to him. He’s right I don’t listen.

The Capitol calls him my stylist. He’s kind but pushy and puts me in itchy dresses even when I protest. He puts a lot of makeup on my face and says I look pretty. My sister tells me not to question or upset him. So I don’t.

The chubby man grabs my face, “Listen to me! Do not lose this jacket. It’ll keep you safe.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. This little thing is supposed to keep me safe? I don’t believe him.

My stylist smiles at me and tries to give me a few last minute words of encouragement; I don't hear him very well because I feel dizzy. I do hear him tell me I can do this. I want to ask him if he really believes that; but before I get the chance a bright light comes on.

The light brings my attention to what I already know is in the room; a glass tube that wants to take me away; to where I don’t know.

A woman’s voice comes from a small speaker on the wall. The voice is demanding me over to the glass tube. I don't move like the voice wants me to.

My stylist pushes me forward encouragingly and I shake my head from side to side.

“No.” I'm not ready.

He looks at me with confusion. He doesn’t notice the fear. He doesn't understand why I am scared. He keeps telling me this is a great honor and I should be proud. But I know better. I know that glass tube will take me away. I don’t want to go.

I look at my stylist; I just want him to hold me and tell me I'm safe. Maybe even take me back to my sister, but he won’t.

Instead, he smiles a fake smile, "You can do this."

I know he’s lying. I can hear it in his voice and I see disappointment in his eyes. He was disappointed in my score.

I could hear him. Every day after training, when he thought I was asleep, I heard him. I heard him voice his disappointment in me. After the interviews, I heard him talking to the rest of the team. He hopes I go quick. He was hoping for a winner this year. He got me instead.

He's look at me expectantly. I can't give him the smile he and my fans love. It’s a smile my sister taught me. A smile that screams not dangerous, that I’m innocent and loveable. A smile they think is mine. Except for my sister no one here has ever seen my real smile.

I jump as I hear the woman’s voice repeat, "All tributes please step onto your platforms."

I back away from the tube and my stylist. My back hits a cold stone wall. He looks at me with a puzzled look. I don't answer him. Instead of doing as I am told, I turn around ready to run only to see two men in white come from outside; Peacekeepers.

I look to see my stylist putting something back in his pocket. Did he call them in?

I watch as he exchanges words with the two men in white. I feel the tears as they run down my face. I have my answer. Why would he call them in? He’s supposed to be my friend.

I turn to the faceless white masks, "Please..." I mutter, "I want to go home."

They ignore my plea.

"Please," I repeat. Once again I am ignored. I close my eyes as both grab an arm, lifting me onto the platform. I wince at their grips on my arms. I bruise easy or so I am told. I don't worry about bruising. I’m more worried about the glass tube.

The space inside the tube is small. The tube is small even for me. It makes me uncomfortable. My breathing is uneven and labored.

I look at my stylist. He has been there every step; but instead of stopping these men he has his back to me. He's watching the brightly lit screen. A man in blazing orange appears on screen. I guess Mr. Caesar is more important right now.

The glass tube jerks and then starts moving smoothly and I start to panic. I look around, only to find no way out. My hands slide down the glass as I stink to my knees. The tears fall freely down my face as the tube rises.

I don’t know what might be up there. No one knows. What I do know is I will be facing twenty-three other kids. I met a few of them. But no one, not even my district partner, likes to hang around with someone who is considered an easy target.

I quickly wipe the tears off of my face as I stand on shaky legs. I don't want to be here but I am. I have no choice. As I rise up, I have to blink several times to allow my eyes to adjust to the sun's stern gaze; at least there is light. I remember watching one year; it was dark... all the time. I don't like the dark.

I look down at my feet feeling the nervousness surface once again. My eyes soon dart from my feet to my surroundings. My eyes instantly spot the golden horn. It's called the cornucopia and it's bigger than it looks on the screens at home.

Items litter the ground mostly weapons. My gaze falls down to something in front of me; another weapon. Where is all the food this year? I have a feeling it's somewhere else in the arena. Sometimes they put a small amount of food in the arena and make the tributes fight over it. Sometimes tributes have to kill their food. I don’t like that idea.

My eyes flicker up to the sky as Caesar's voice begins the countdown. A few people cheer while others stay silent.

60 seconds.

60 seconds; that's how long we have to wait. 60 seconds until blood spills.

59.

I still remember the one thing my mentor told me, "If you step off the platform before the gong sounds. You'll get blown to kingdom come. Don't fall okay?"

58.

I remember a few years ago a girl, no older than I am now, slipped off her platform and died; she was the first that year.

57.

She wasn't the last.

56.

My eyes flicker to the other tributes; I am surrounded by the careers. My mentor told me, "They live for this. They want to be here. More often than not they win."

I wish she wouldn't have told me that.

55.

They go in with a game plan. I don’t even know what I should do. The thought makes me scared.

Even though I’m scared all I can think of is home. I think of the beautiful trees back home.

54.

They tower over everything; not even the tallest people in our district are as tall. I love to climb them after school.

53.

My sister always yells at me when I climb them.

52.

She didn't want me to get into trouble; you're not supposed to climb trees. Trees are for chopping. That’s it.

51.

I got into trouble once; for climbing trees. My sister took my punishment. She was mad at me and made me stay home from school that day. She wouldn’t talk to me and made me stay in my room all day. I played with Mr. Truffles all day that day.

50.

Will my sister take care of Mr. Truffles? What if she leaves him on my bed for the rest of forever? I don't like the thought of my favorite teddy sitting on my empty bed forever. He’ll get bored and dusty.

49.

Thinking about all the fun I had with Mr. Truffles, makes me sad. I don't want him to collect dust. Mr. Truffles doesn’t like dust.

48.

He is too cute to collect dust. I lost one of Mr. Truffles eyes once. Now he has mismatched eyes. My sister couldn’t find a button to match his blue eye so he has a brown one. He’s got a cute little pink nose.

48.

Maybe, maybe my sister can finally get rid of him; like she always wanted to. She’s always wanted to throw him away. Maybe she could give him to another child who could use a little happiness.

47.

A cough brings me out of my thoughts. Looking to my far left I see a boy from what I think is District 6. He looks ill. He looks back and me. I smile but he quickly looks away.

46.

Taking another look around I realize that out of all the tributes I am one of the youngest. Only one other looked to be the same age as me. She is from District 5.

45.

I wish I knew her name. Maybe we could have been friends.

44.

I can't help but wonder about the others.

43.

As my eyes study their faces, I realize I don't know any of them. But I do know what they can do. I watched in training. Many can fight. Others can’t. Those who can’t are scared. Like me.

42.

I can hear the sniffling and crying. Mostly, I see blank faces. But then I see them...

41.

I see smiles, grins and smirks. All of them are careers.

40.

A smirk is what scares me the most. He’s right next to me. He stares directly at me. I know why he is smirking.

39.

The hair on the back of my neck stands up and a shiver runs down my back. I know that feeling. It's the one you get when someone is staring at you. I'm scared to look but I do.

38.

I look over my shoulder; three platforms down I find the source of my uneasiness.

37.

I don't remember his name but I remember that he is the boy from District 1. He has his eyes on me. I look away.

32.

Where had my seconds gone? I quickly looked around. Everyone was getting ready. That's when I hear a scream.

31.

I know this voice. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s all in my head; a memory of my sister. I am hearing the screams of my older sister as my name is called at the reaping, just days ago. The images flash across my memory. She is running to me but some Peackeepers block her from me.

30.

I remember the Peackeepers holding her back as she yelled, "You promised!" She wasn't screaming at me but to the cameras. That part didn’t make it in the Capitols version.

29.

I wanted to cry when I saw the tear stains on her face. That's when I realized she does care. I watched from the stage as she fell to her knees sobbing.

28.

When the peacekeepers escorted my sister away that's when I knew. There would be no volunteers to replace me. I know my sister would have if she could. I find some comfort in that.

27.

We never talked much. We’re not really close. Four years apart. We’re very different. She’s a fighter, I’m not. I will never forget when she went to the Capitol for the first time. I was so scared that she would never come home. I’ll never forget when I saw her fight for the first time.

26.

My sister became a fighter and a killer. Now she will always be one. She told me how safe I would be. That she made promises in the Capitol on those long trips. I never understood why my sister would have to spend so many months away from home. She would always come home angry and upset. We fought all the time. Now I wish we wouldn't have fought so much. Does she know how much I love her?

25.

Everyone knows...

Caesar knew when he gave me a sad smile in my interview.

My District partner knew... we never talked but I saw the looks.

My sister knew at the reaping.

Even I know; I won't survive this.

24.

24 tributes.. that's how many tributes go into the arena and in the end only one comes out. I wonder who it will be.

23.

Will it be one of the careers? What about the little girl from 5? Maybe even one of the other Tributes. I even wonder if my district partner could win.

I glance over at my partner who is almost across the arena; he is focused on something in the middle of the cornucopia. My eyes glance over the others, most of the careers are positioned to run.

My eyes land on the boy from District 1, the shiver appears again. I am scared of him because he is still looking at me like I am a piece of meat. This brings water to my eyes but I find the courage to look away from him.

I silently hope it's anyone but him. If I die, I hope it’s someone else.

22.

I can't admit it to myself. So I distract myself. I remember my training, watching the other's skill. I feel envious of many of them. I could barely use an axe.

21.

I glance over to a young man. I don't know his name but I remember him because he is kind. I don’t remember what district he is from. I do know he's supposed to be a career but he doesn't fit in with the others.

They don’t like him and he doesn’t like them. For that reason alone, I hope he is the one to win. He sure looks like he could.

I want him to win because of what he did for me. I don't think he remembers when he had helped me in the training area. I was too short to reach some knives at the top; all the others had been taken. He came over and grabbed the last three, without a word he handed them to me and walked away. I don't even think he knows my name.

20.

My focus is brought back to the careers they are already picking off everyone. I know whose list I am on. But if by chance I could get away, would I end up on another list? Or would the boy from District 1 hunt me until he found me?

When a tribute is on someone's list, generally none of the other careers would touch that tribute.

I already knew I am considered an easy target; they aren't wrong. I know I don't have any skills with weapons. I wasn't strong enough to help cut the wood my District provided. In training the idea of holding weapons scared me. I stayed closer to the less violent things. My mentor yelled at me for it.

19.

One of them will, win, not me.

18.

I reason with myself that it will be okay. It's okay. Because even at my age I'm not dumb I know. No one really wins these Games. The Victors always come out different from when they went in.

My sister was once nice and caring, until the day she was picked. She became cold and hard, it had shown in her games. But she did win. After my sister came home she wouldn't sleep. She was too scared and nervous. When she would sleep she would cry, scream and beg for forgiveness. She will never admit it but her time in the arena had changed her. I remember watching her pretend to be frail and then kill ruthlessly.

I think people expected me to do something similar. Some may still expect it, I don't want that. I don't want to be a killer.

17.

'Don't panic'

16.

'Do not panic'

15.

That's when I remember I don't have a plan.

14.

14 seconds left and I don't have a plan. Panic sets in.

13.

I am shaking, time is almost up. This is something I can't stop no matter how hard I try to will it away. It's not going to go away.

I need to think of a plan. I could do what my sister did. But no, I have already decided that I don't want to be a killer.

Now all I can think about it my older sister. If I die, she will be alone.

12.

Maybe I can win this. All I have to do is stay hidden right? I have my jacket. I can stay warm. I feel my eyes glance over at the supplies in front of me.

Maybe, I could just…

11.

I know I can run. Maybe I can be fast enough get it and run away. Maybe there is some food and water somewhere out there. I could find it. I spent a lot of my time learning how to track.

I allow my eyes to go up further. I see them, knifes I played with. Could I get to them before someone else did?

10.

Maybe, I can win.

9.

The thoughts come before I can stop them. What If I did win? If I do my sister won't be alone.

Maybe I can understand what she is going through. I could help her. I hear a whistle from behind me; the boy from District 1. I have to get passed him. If I don't, well then I don't go home. Do I go for the stuff or do I run?

8.

Now's the time! 'Decide'

7.

Somehow doubt seeps back into my mind. I can't win this. I'm not strong enough. I feel the tears sting my eyes as they threaten to fall.

6.

"Johanna, I love you." I say out loud. My voice cracks and a tear slides down my cheek but I still smile.

I want my sister to remember my smile. To my delight I notice a confused look comes across both the boy from District 1 and another tributes face. But at least Johanna knows how much I love her now. I hope she knows I thought about her in my 60 seconds. She is my mentor, my sister and my best friend.

5.

I feel it. I feel another tear slide down my face as the clock ticks.

4.

This is it.

3.

2.

1.

I step off my circle.



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Art and Credits


By: Reprise


Story By: Mythic (Myself)
Coding By: Drakonite
Profile Art By: Reprise
Background Found: here
More information on Ira can be found here.

Disclaimer:
Ira. is a fan pet based on the book series The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.

The above story in no way reflects Suzanne Collins' book series The Hunger Games. This is an unauthorized work of fiction, and there for should not be regarded as canon in any way.

Ira Mason and her story concept belong to me, please do not use Ira Mason in any work without my permission.

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