ares-carnahan:
“I’ve had nothing but arrogant pricks come strolling through here the last couple years,” he said in a chill tone, grabbing the water bottle and squirting another mouthful into his mouth and swallowing. “He’s no different. I know exactly what he did it for and it’s a suicide mission. Getting in to save his girl, but it’s only making her look worse.”
He glanced at Cashmere before nodding quietly. An alliance is better than nothing, considering how shitty his team seemed to be that year. However, he wasn’t going to voice that Cashmere’s tributes weren’t much better off from observation.
“Not likely,” Ares replied. “It’ll depend how he handles himself here.”
“Something tells me she can take care of herself,” Cashmere pointed out. The girl had been standing there sinking arrow after arrow into the dummy after all. “Besides, it could be worse. You could have a couple of twelve year olds with no training trying to win the title.” Cashmere didn’t envy the Districts that had to deal with that. District One had only had one twelve year old since she won, back in 75, and that was enough. Though, that little girl had made it farther than any of them had expected her to.
She shrugged. “Well, he at least deserves some of your attention if only so it doesn’t make your team look bad.” A poor showing in her own District always meant they blamed the mentors and trainers, not that it was really their fault, but someone had to be blamed. “But lets be honest, I don’t think any of the other tributes are really standing out either this year.”








