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“Just that I chose not to highlight any traditional skills, because I don’t think they’re a good indicator of who will win. People with high training scores lose all the time, and people with low training scores have won.” Was she critiquing too much? She didn’t mean to sound overly critical of the Games overall, but she wanted the audience to think outside the box with her. “I think I can really surprise people out there,” Avenue beamed. “I probably shouldn’t tell you everything that will help me get to the end, Calix, but I think brain over brawn might sun it up pretty well.”
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“We love determined tributes who have nothing to prove and just know their worth!” he cheered, though, generally, they did like it better when those things were proven beforehand. Still, Avenue was relatable to their Capitol audience, and likeable, and clever, so there was no point in gently scolding her for it. This was not some act of rebellion, just regular laziness, which his glamorous spectators could very much relate to. Calix cleared out his throat before standing up and escorting Avenue off the stage, just a few steps towards the stairs, in thunderous applause. “Best of luck, Avenue, my dear!” he wished her as she was getting off the stage.














