Jadaria stood on her plate, calm and collected, as she eyed each of her opponents one by one. As the seconds ticked by she looked up to the sky admiring the work it took to create such a beauty. Being from District Five, Jade saw the beauty in all different kinds of devices.<em>And to think... This is where all that extra work went to? I helped power this horrific game.</em>She sighed and returned her focus back to the game. Something blue caught her eye, a pack perhaps? She decided when she was allowed off of the platform that she would make a run for it no matter what. Despite not being one of the Career districts, Jade had some form of self training. She had been born 'the godess of movement', or so her father had told her. Any dance she did looked amazing, even if it were just meant to be silly. As she grew, she then applied it to a form of gymnastics. When she was old enough to work, she had been placed in a group of rowdy boys. In order to defend herself from their cruelty, she had turned her beautiful art into a weapon with a great deal of luck.<br/><br/>It seemed, though, that her luck had finaly run out. She had turned 17 only a few months ago, and had her name stayed in the bowl, she wouldn't have been in danger for the next year's games. Fate had other plans however, plans that involved Jadaria Brookes standing on a metal platform surrounded by explosives and killers to test her body, mind and soul.<em>Welcome to the first ever Hunger Games... May the odds be ever in your favor.</em>