The Number of Surprises || [open]
Glint sat back on the couch in relief. His hard work had not gone to the dumpster. The gamemakers recognised him and his talents, and they prized them. They had finally allowed him to breathe normally again. The Private Training session suddenly felt like a lifetime ago, a rustic past that he never wanted to get back to.
It surprisingly did not bother him how the male from Four had outranked everyone. At least at the moment it did not. Glint was just glad that he had earned what he deserved. Competition had always had a place in his mind, but it could wait. The not-too-distant future would reveal who the better tribute was.
This moment, on the other hand, called for a celebration. He decided to escape the District 1 floor and ventured the building. Surely there had got to be something interesting around, it was the Capitol after all. He made his way out to the lobby of the building only to find Capitol security guards on every corner. "Perfect," he muttered under his breath as he settled to a lounge chair. Even with possibly little time left, tributes were not allowed a pinch of freedom. Glint was reaching into his pocket for a candy he had snatched from the dining table earlier when he realised that he was not alone.