Painting Pictures (MillionArrows)

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Esme Truus

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid;

Looking around the training center was slightly amazing. I've never seen anything like this before in my entire life. Places for painting, climbing, and fighting scattered throughout the gym. The one that caught my eye the most was the one with the painting. Perhaps it was more than just painting, but maybe I could paint a picture of home. Maybe I could paint myself many colors, but I didn't know how well that would work. But I headed over that way anyway. My eyes stayed pointed on the ground afraid to make contact with anyone. It was beyond my wildest imagination why anyone would want to ally with someone like me. I'm tiny, so tiny, but everyone else was taller. All I wanted was a chance to be myself. A chance to show the world that the games won't change someone, but that was a lie. The games change everyone, and I'm sure it would change me.

The moment I reach the station a large grin spreads across my face. Many colors of paint set on the table waiting to be used. My hand wrapped around the paintbrushes, and I felt like a toddler again; only this time nobody could stop me. Ma and Pa weren't here to yell at me for drawing on myself. I dipped the brush into one of the paints and placed the tip of the brush on my hand and started drawing a smiley face. It wasn't much, but it was there. I placed it there as a reminder. If I ever felt like there wasn't a reason to smile and carry on, all I had to do was look down at my hand, and I would see someone smiling back at me.

Maybe being here wasn't so bad after all...

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Emery Willton District Twelve Tribute

So far Emery seemed to be managing fine on her own. She kept her distance from the others and trained on her own. Learning plants was easy for her, unlike throwing knives. She had spent plenty of hours working on her technique but could never seem to perfect it. Luckily though she did have a few more days to keep trying. In all honesty she was beginning to grow accustom to this life style. Waking up, eating, training, eating, training again, returning home, eating, and then back to bed. It was as if she was a clock just continuously ticking the same route it always had. Of course she knew when the Games actual began it would change to pure survival, but today was not that day. Just as all the times before she and Jim had made their way down to the training center. He was already off with the same group of boys he was always with, which she now assumed would be his allies later. Unlike Emery he seemed fine with letting people closer to him and gaining his trust. She didn't care though, he would be the one who would have to lose them both if he ended up winning. However, she doubted either he or she would, at first she thought he might but now here with the Careers her doubts had filled. All around her, even the non careers, were twice her size at least! So avoiding them was even easier for herself as she approached the Camo station. There she noticed the other girl around her age from district ten. She too seemed smaller and more fragile like Emery. Intrigued Emery cautiously over looked the girl's shoulder to see exactly what she was painting. Much to her surprise, Emery discovered that the girl had painted a smile face. Emery's mouth tilted upwards at the sight, it was very child like, yet also very sweet. Emery's worry about this girl all wafted away into nothing but warmth. She wanted to scold herself but she just couldn't. Instead she reached out and rested a hand on the girl's shoulder. "That is nice. I find it hard to think of happy things while I am here. So thank you." Emery smiled softly at the girl, she might be an enemy but she could also be a friend.

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Esme Truus

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid;

Each color of the paint set meant a different thing. I put the brush into the blue to paint blue eyes on this smiley face. It would have blue eyes like me 'cause it was meant to make me smile. Even when things seem horrible, there's always a reason to smile. Right now, I'm still alive, and that's my reason to smile. Soon my life might be over, and I ain't gonna let that stop me from doing things I enjoy. Something touched my shoulder, and I jumped out of my skin. I quickly turned around and saw another girl. She wasn't like the other guys. She wasn't extremely taller. Maybe she wasn't bad after all, but everyone here was bad - especially the careers.

"That is nice. I find it hard to think of happy things while I am here. So thank you." I looked down at my hand at the smiley face before turning back towards her. I'm not gonna lie. It was hard finding a reason to keep going, a reason to smile in the given situation, but life can end in the matter of seconds. At first, I'm not entirely sure what to say to her. I want to be friends with someone. Someone here has to be nice, but I know we'll all fight, and fighting doesn't make friends. It only tears friendships apart. It's best not to talk to anyone at all, but why should I ruin the last few days of my life? I shouldn't. I should make the best of it.

"Thanks." I find it easier to talk to her because she's not as scary looking as the other tributes. That one guy from eleven. He's like a giant. I don't want to ever get on his bad side. "It is hard to think happy things here, but I can't just sit around waiting for it to happen. Plus, I wanna have fun. Might as well make the best of it." I turn back towards the paintbrush and dip it in a yellow before touching it to my cheek. Someone might not appreciate it, but I don't care. Doesn't matters what others think as long as I'm happy. That's all that matters now. Might as well have fun while I still can.

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Emery Willton District Twelve Tribute

Emery had only spent moments with this girl and she already liked her. She wished to scold herself and walk away, but she just couldn't. In a way she honored this girl to the highest she could. During these times of darkness where Emery had grown use to and accustom to, this girl still found light. Still shone bright when others seeked to seal her light away forever. Others may claim she acts like a child and must grow up, but not Emery. Emery loved this trait about her, she still could act like a child, like the girl she use to be.     Emery had changed so much in her time away from home. She had become a girl she doesn't even recognize in the mirror. A girl with no emmotion other than those of fear and hatred. Emery longed to be like this girl, to keep her innocence and light. She wondered if she could even go back to the way she was. It may not seem like possible but for now it was worth a try. For now when the two of use could talk and laugh without the worry of a knife stabbing us to death.     With a smirk Emery said excitedly to her, "Well then lets enjoy it." With her heart beat quickened with excitement Emery launched towards the paint. She dipped her fingers childishly into the colors and began to finger paint. She didn't care if the other tributes saw it as week and baby like. Right now she was having fun. A thing she thought died when her name was called ages ago in a world lost far away. Her fingers danced across a small canvas as she painted a small picture of a meadow with blooming pink flowers. The image was soft and gentle, just like this girl, just like she wanted to be. Once finished Emery smiled then handed the painting to her, "Here I want you to have it." Then Emery realized she hadn't even introduced herself yet. So with a hand smeared in pink paint she held it out in a shaking motion. "I'm Emery by the way."

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Esme Truus

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid;

My eyes focused on the sheet of paper she was coloring on. It excited me knowing that someone else was having fun as well. If I met this girl back in ten, I'm sure we would've been good friends, but I ain't got no way of knowing. I barely contained a squeal of laughter as I watched her draw. It was amazing what people can do, and I never dreamt anything would be worth this right now. I wasn't afraid of her, and I never thought I could say that 'bout anyone here, but I wasn't sure how much I could actually trust her. I grinned from ear to ear hoping that I made a friend.

When she handed me the picture, I knew I'd hold onto it forever. I wasn't gonna leave it here at the Capitol, and I sure wasn't 'bout to leave it behind in the arena. It was beautiful, and I never seen nothing like it before. "I love it! I'll hold onto it forever!" I knew forever might not be that long, but at least it was something. I put the picture on the table in front of me. It was my turn to draw her a picture, and the only thing I could think to draw was me and Kraygon standing next to Cowie, Jeanie, his pig, and Billy, his goat. A little reminder of home.

I reached my hands into the paint just as she had done, and I place it down on the table. It didn't take long, until the cow was drawn. Then I drew the pig, and followed by the goat. Then I drew Kraygon before drawing myself on the page. I colored the grass green, and then I painted the sky blue, and I put a giant sun in the background. I turned towards her and held the picture in my hand. "Here. You can have this one." I couldn't help but giggle as she slowly introduced herself. Emery. I held out colorful hand hoping she'd take it. "I'm Esme."

And I felt like I just made a friend.

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