Post by Tristan Danio on Jul 23, 2014 17:39:51 GMT -6
The Capitol spared no expense in setting up lavish rooms for their tributes. Televisions covered the walls with nonstop broadcasts about the new tributes, previous Hunger Games and commentators speculating on this year's events.
Tristan stepped into the bright room and marveled at the view of the dense city spread out below the tower. With his head still ringing from the reaping's one-sided fight, he sat down on an overly soft chair.
Across the room, the screens were focused on Vester Lombard discussing the tributes and their prospects with a panel of sponsors. Teenage faces appeared as the discussion shifted to each district. It occurred to Tristan he would have to kill those people if he wanted to weather this squall.
The video shifted to a wide vantage of District 4's courtyard, there was Avalon volunteering to take somebody else's place.
'Why on earth would she do that?' He wondered, before watching himself raise his own arm and reject the career's offer to take his place. 'Oh, maybe she has her reasons too.'
The young sailor winced as the camera focused on the career's rage-contorted face and froze on the exact instant his fist crashed into Tristan's head. One of the announcers laughed at the scene.
"Volunteering or not, you've got to be able to take more than one punch to make it out there!"
Avalon stepped into the room and startled Tristan, they had seen each other on the train ride into the Capitol but with his head still ringing it had not been a time for introductions.
"Hey, Avalon. I'm Tristan Danio." He took a step forward and offered his hand.
"Guess we're the lubbers in this storm, eh?"
Tristan stepped into the bright room and marveled at the view of the dense city spread out below the tower. With his head still ringing from the reaping's one-sided fight, he sat down on an overly soft chair.
Across the room, the screens were focused on Vester Lombard discussing the tributes and their prospects with a panel of sponsors. Teenage faces appeared as the discussion shifted to each district. It occurred to Tristan he would have to kill those people if he wanted to weather this squall.
The video shifted to a wide vantage of District 4's courtyard, there was Avalon volunteering to take somebody else's place.
'Why on earth would she do that?' He wondered, before watching himself raise his own arm and reject the career's offer to take his place. 'Oh, maybe she has her reasons too.'
The young sailor winced as the camera focused on the career's rage-contorted face and froze on the exact instant his fist crashed into Tristan's head. One of the announcers laughed at the scene.
"Volunteering or not, you've got to be able to take more than one punch to make it out there!"
Avalon stepped into the room and startled Tristan, they had seen each other on the train ride into the Capitol but with his head still ringing it had not been a time for introductions.
"Hey, Avalon. I'm Tristan Danio." He took a step forward and offered his hand.
"Guess we're the lubbers in this storm, eh?"