Sep 20, 2016
@avamaria-lindell
Overwhelmed by the attractive look of the arena - so child-like and at the same time clicking perfectly with him and the true colors of his heart - he was running to the center of the Cornucopia to get himself the weapon he needed for survival - preferably, a bow and some silver arrows. He couldn’t spot one anywhere at first sight, in spite of the fact that the existing bow they have strategically placed was meant to launch him into a fight with the District Eight tribute that he didn’t care about was meters away, and reached for an axe instead. Not his first, second or third choice, but neither was a premature death. He promised not to fail his district and upbringing.