@hipsteriisms // v. glory and gore // the archer { Daniel }
------He hadn’t made this train ride in years. No: the Capitol let one other mentor be in charge of the usual run of the mill Tributes from twelve. This one was seldom seen in Twelve at all. The entire place could have blown up and he would have been well beyond the boundaries of the old District Thirteen and no wiser for it. No, he was a wanderer. He had seen more in his life than people see watching those Games year round.
No. This was terrible. And he had every intention keeping to himself for the entire train ride there. He was in the middle of attempting to make his way to somewhere silent && devoid of children when he stumbled into a room at the back of the train car. This room had windows in every direction: mountains and forest peeled away, covered by a thin mist of rain.
Daniel’s eyes fell upon the tribute. His tribute. And more: his eyes, descended past his blonde curls, fell on the half hidden shape of a bruise on his collarbone. Interesting.
“So. This is the part where I tell you how to not die. But considering you will be living in the Capitol for a year, you might just poison yourself first.”