#darknesswithintherose

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       "I'm wicked through and through."

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"Can you hide me?"

"I beg your pardon?  Hide you?  From what, exactly?"

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the odds are never in our favor || open to mutual follows

     The Training Centre. The Capitol's pride and joy for those few weeks pre-and-post Hunger Games-- at least, up until the Games themselves, and then who cares?

They've got two days to get used to all the various weaponry that's provided. Leonard feels like he's got nothing to worry about, though-- he's strong, and he's used a few mockeries of these weapons when he was younger, playing with his siblings in the backyard of their home.

Home. His heart pangs. Dictrict 7 isn't home anymore-- not unless he wins. And it's unlikely that he will.

Leonard has no idea where the female from his District went-- some nobody that he's already planned to eliminate as soon as possible. McCoy is an old, powerful name in his District, a fact that puts him on the radar for many of the other Tributes.

But he's not going to go down without a fight.