Nerves…… Jack rolled his sleeves up slightly. Reaching to his cross, it was tangled along side the new additional chains. The stylist had created a new look for Jack, piercing his ears, and adding two bracelets to his wrists. And temporary flower tattoos strewn across his red fur. He had stared in the mirror for a long while as he took in his new appearance. A green plaid western shirt contrasting his red fur. He looked kinda like a bad {redacted}. The feeling of the jacket was so fine and soft. But Jack was herded away from the mirror towards an elevator with the other district nine tributes. They where all slightly confused. No chariots, not train. Nothing. Then the doors opened and they where all pushed in. Jack’s nerves went higher along with his heart rate. The doors closed on them, he was trapped in a metal box. The thing groaned and creaked as it moved slightly. He looked around with wide eyes at his fellow tributes they had mixed emotions. He could barely recognize them. Right now they where all strangers.. He looked at the doors again to find them sliding open. He hadn’t even realized his short shallow breaths, till his launched out of the elevator to what he thought was his home. Hitting the gravel he soon realized he was once again in a box but this one looked like his home. Looking at the gravel white x’s where spread around. The others took their places, so Jack took his. His eyes closed as the ought of the reaping hit him, once again they where lined up to be entertainment. Lights flared and red curtains opened revealing that Jack was in a glass box to be looked at. He hissed as cameras flashed, covering his eyes…. Everything happening so fast his heart beat faster. He snarled as he opened his eyes and the cats across the glass laughed and pointed, and some coward. Jack’s tail lashed. He scowled as they looked at him. The others had fell into their personas. Jack’s fear turned to hate and anger, the flowers across him contrasting his expression. Jack made himself take a breath. He softened for a moment. Then he snapped. //Become someone else and they can’t hurt you..// he closed his eyes and then opened them with the most careless scowl. Jack was confident and careless. He grinned and spit on the glass at the cat who took the photo. Then he flashed his teeth at someone else. Make them work for /his/ attention.. (End)
ART BY @---sammy
