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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Jupiter Marrow is a Career. Born and raised in District 2, her name had been written on a waiting list since she was still in the womb, bred to go into the arena and bring glory to her name. That was the life she had come to know, surrounded by a sprawling Victor's Village and constant gifts from the Capitol, posters strung about her home as a constant reminder of the relationship the two areas shared. She had believed it. She followed their rules and their classes and attended the glamourous academy founded only to churn out Victors, and if not, Peacekeepers. She had fought tooth and nail in her performance exams, displayed herself in front of former Victors and her teachers, worked even when wounded, even when she should have stopped.
And it had worked. Jupiter was sixteen the year the 68th Annual Hunger Games was set to happen, the Reaping fast approaching with the same bated breath it did every year in their gloomy district. Because, for them, it was not a death sentence or bad luck, a volunteer was nominated and it was punishable to defy the Academy and speak over the one chosen for that year. To volunteer and be chosen to was an honour- a birth right, even. And that year, it was Jupiter's.
