Her face is a familiar one and even though they had never physically met before, it had hit him when the girl stepped forward to volunteer during the annual reaping. Pictures, surely he had seen her in pictures and with families both devoting their careers to the creation of what’s expensive and sparkles, the odds of sooner or later catching someone he might know weren’t bad at all. Blessed with doll-like features and golden locks, she was SURE to get the Capitol’s attention, perhaps admiration ; Much like careers before her time, some he had passed, some he had trained. Like the girl he had come with when he was fifteen. If anything was on his mind now, it was simply that she’d do good, because she had to. Trainings were an easy out for their district: He’d make sure to question her about strengths and weaknesses and if the latter appeared to be prominent, Dyon wouldn’t rest until the blonde fit his plan of game. Some weaknesses were tolerable, MOST only a product of cowardice and idleness. Clearing his throat, Dyon produced a raspy sound before raising his voice.
❛ Enjoy your last five minutes of calm. ❜ He nodded alongside words, a dry joke. ❛ As soon as we’ve reached the Capitol, we’re working on your interview section. I have a vision, so do the stylists. You’ll have the sponsors wrapped around your fingers. ❜ He speaks as if anything else was completely out of question and a good balance of authority and analysis. It was his second time as a mentor and for a minute, the older allowed himself to re-kindle with old memories, especially the ones of his last kill. He had been the one to stand tall after that, bloody fingers now part of a victor. And god, he had loved everything about the thrill. ❛ What’s your specialty? ❜
there’s an innate calm that flows through her, the realisation just now setting in that nothing’ll come close to the exhilaration felt during the reaping... not for a while now, not until the games themselves begin, marked by a lone gong sounding out across the arena. how lux longs for it already... the young girl both at peace and at ease with her situation, unlike many of the tributes reaped today she expects — god, she can almost picture them now, the distraught, defeated expressions drawn across faces belonging the lower districts’ tributes... nine, ten, eleven, twelve, all so disturbed by the predicament they’d found themselves in. the thought amuses her, so much so that a devious, little smile tugs itself at rosy, puckered lips, teal eyes, in contrast, falling upon those of her new mentor, familiar ones at that. ❛ consider them enjoyed. ❜ is her reply, simple and nonchalant in tone though her face betrays her; excitement and eagerness rippling through those same pools of blue as the two begin on business.
❛ care to indulge me now, or is your vision something i’ll have to wait for? ❜ his words only fuel her passion as she settles comfortably into plush blue velvet. she’s seen his games, though they were before her time, it was her duty to do so... as a once-potential tribute of district one, there to represent it just as he’d once done, lux finds herself trusting his judgement, his experience. he’s been in her position and in her mind, there’s no doubt that she’ll soon be in his. ❛ that’s what i want, the sponsors, the tributes... hell, everybody watching wrapped around my finger, trusting my every word. it’s what i’m good at... acting, putting on a good show. that, and poison. my knowledge is extensive, if i can get my hands on a blowgun, darts and the necessary toxins... the games’ll be losing their tributes at rapid pace. ❜
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