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Trypton Voltaire Male tribute from District 6 FC: Lucky Blue Smith ||RP Blog Only||

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♚ Past and Present ♚ Trypton + GM Gattin ♚ Knives

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Personally I hate being cooped up in that balcony with a group of Capitolites that were more concerned with the food, drink and each other than the tributes. The pair at the archery station gave me an excuse to leave, and seeing as how I was down here already I might as well make my rounds elsewhere.

Seeing the boy from my home District with his back to me I decided to have a little fun with him. I nodded at the trainer as he left at Trypton’s command and lingered behind him while he picked up a blade, “I can ask you the same thing.” I said as I wrapped an arm around his midsection, pinning one arm to his body while my other hand grabbed the one holding the dagger, forcing the blade closer to his throat.

After a moment I released him and pulled the dagger from his hand, “Never was a fan of daggers, too bulky for my liking. But when that’s all you have to work with,” I flipped the blade and held the hilt out to Trypton, “Just trying to keep you on your toes.” I grinned, picking up a throwing knife from the equipment table, “Is knife fighting a thing of the past back home?”

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The voice wasn’t one I recognized but I didn’t have much time to think about it as a split second later whoever it belonged to had me pinned against him. He was clearly bigger than me and while in most instances I’d try to resist it seemed pretty useless here. “What the hell are you doing?” I said with a little venom as I turned to see who’d joined me.

There was a faint glimmer of recognition before I realized I was looking at District Six’s very own Gattin, victor turned game maker when he realized he was above the rest of us from Six. “Bulky in comparison to what, a sewing needle?” I snatched the blade from his hand a little too hastily, telling myself I didn’t need to explode on someone so important the first day of training. We could save that for the third day, that sounded more reasonable.

“Something tells me you’re going to be doing a lot of that without physically putting a knife to my throat.” I weighed the dagger in my hand getting a feel for it. Though it was roughly the same size it felt quite a bit lighter than the knives at home. Probably some fancy Capitol alloy, I’m sure Marion would know. “I’ve been stabbed before if that’s what you’re asking.”

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♚ Past and Present ♚ Trypton + GM Gattin ♚ Knives

I knew I could handle myself in a fight. I’d learned that from the black eyes, the broken ribs, the cuts, and the burns. The difference is back at home generally people weren’t trying to kill, send a message or teach a lesson maybe, but people always held back. No one was going to hold back here, not if they wanted any chance of winning.

Dax always carried a knife with him. He ate with it, slept with it, I’m pretty sure the idiot even took it in the shower for whatever fucking reason. He swore he always wanted to be prepared if someone was to jump him but I think he was just a little bitch who felt like he needed a piece of metal for protection. Knives weren’t really my thing but I still wanted to be prepared in case I got into a fight and that’s what I had to rely on.

The trainer droned on about the differences between types of knives. Throwing knives, cutting knives, daggers, in about thirty seconds I could tell them apart but his spiel kept just kept going. Waving the trainer away I went to pick up a rather plain looking dagger when I noticed a shadow hovering behind me. After a few seconds of it not moving I decided to speak out. “You enjoying the view or can I help you?”

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Let it Burn || Fire Making || Colton & Trypton

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Our great minds thought alike. I liked him. He was the only one other than Gianna that I actually got along with. “We’ll have to figure out a way to turn off the fire sprinklers first,” I added with a grin. It was funny to be voicing our thoughts aloud. Especially with a Trainer there. The risk of getting punished later added to the fun.

I sat there and watched him improvise my flawed technique. Whoever he was, I took note that he knew a little something about fire. I wondered where he learned it.  “So you’re used to lighting stuff aflame, I assume?” It was a question out of curiosity, but also an opportunity to get some background information out of him.

“My name’s Colton, by the way. I’d rather not have us refer to each other by numbers,” I laughed some more and continued to work on setting the pile on fire. When I saw a small glow, I blew some air on it until it was all ablaze. “Fuck yes!” I cursed out of triumph.

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I don’t know if he was trying to impress me by being bad or if he truly felt the rush of ‘threatening’ to burn down the training centre with a trainer that close but he almost seemed to get off on the idea. “Well since you clearly don’t have a grasp on fire building yet, I’ll leave those sprinklers to you.” 

Almost absentmindedly I kept rearranging and reshaping his fire set-up. “You could say that I’ve had some practice before. Nothing so formal as this mind you.” This was the part I wasn’t really looking forward to, when tributes started to get nosy. 

“If I’d wanted to know your name I would have asked.” I turned to face Five with a blank face. It took him a second to realize I was joking before I cracked a smile. “Trypton, nice to meet you Five.” He seemed almost childlike at how excited he got over a few little flames. “You better not let those babies go out Five, they could mean the difference between freezing to death and surviving the night.”

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Let it Burn || Fire Making || Colton & Trypton

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It almost slipped my mind that Game Makers were watching us, taking note of every little thing that we do. From what I got out of breakfast, I really should be more considerate and careful of my actions next time. One of the people on the balcony up above the Training Centre could strike me down if he wished. 

My eyes gazed at the number 6 on his shoulder. A part of me wished I watched the Reapings. It would have given me a better impression on the Tributes. But from what I got from his joke, he wasn’t such a bad person. I laughed softly in response. “I kind of want to keep struggling,” I joked back. “I might burn down the entire Training Center should I succeed in learning how to make a fire.”

I kept on working on it, getting only small sparks but a lot of frustration. The twig I was using broke, and I groaned, irritated. “So much for burning the Training Center.”

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“Well shit, as much as I really wanted to just observe, the thought of burning down the training centre is too tempting to pass up.” Once again it’s not like we’d get far before being captured or shot, but it would be something fun to do with my last few days. At least this kid didn’t seem to be too much of an asshole.

He was trying to light a small pile of twigs on fire but didn’t have any real kindling. “Well Five, in Six we usually use matches and gasoline but sometimes we need to improvise.” Grabbing a bundle of hay I put a small bundle underneath his already made twig structure. “But we still need something for the fire to catch.”

I almost had to stop myself from just taking over and setting the damn fire myself, call me a pyromaniac but watching shit burn was so satisfying. “How about you try now Five.”

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Let it Burn || Fire Making || Colton & Trypton

Stepping inside the Training Centre, I let my gaze fall upon all the different stations that the Glows and I didn’t have back home. Their equipment was far more advanced. Of course, it was a typical thing for the Capitol to prove their superiority over everyone. They had swords and blades I have never even seen before. There was obviously no possible way of telling what weapons were going to be in the Arena, so it was best to get used to everything as much as possible before the time comes.

Knowing my strengths in weaknesses, I begrudgingly chose to improve my survival skills, rather than train with weapons. I made my way to the Fire Making Station and crouched down. I grabbed a twig myself as the Trainer showed me how it’s done before I began to get to work myself.

It wasn’t until I noticed someone’s company that I stopped and looked up. I didn’t mind sharing. “Wanna try? You’ll probably do a better job than me,” I claimed, hoping to start a pleasant conversation with him. It didn’t hurt to make more friends than enemies in the Games.

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I spent almost all of breakfast trying to tune out Beatrix’s incessant chatter about how I should utilize my training time and what GM’s look for during training. If that woman actually thought anyone gave her a scrap of attention she was even more stupid than I’d ever thought. 

That being said I wanted to do a little scoping of the competition, so when I spotted someone sitting at the fire making station I knew it would be a perfect opportunity considering I’d set fired a hundred times.

“I think I’d rather stand her and watch you struggle a little longer. Makes me feel like I might not be the first to die.” I joked. Settling in beside him I looked at what the trainer had set out for us. I think I could work with everything except for if I just got stuck with wood. 

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♚ DUECES ♚ D6 Train Ride

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“Black,” I say with confidence. “Like my soul.” I pause to wait for a reaction and hope to god he knows I’m kidding. I’m not a killer so my slate is clean, for the moment that is…

I too follow his cue and ignore Beatrix who appears to be trying to power up the hologram to watch the Reapings. Poor thing can’t find the power button. I’m slightly relieved in her stupidity because I’m not sure I want to see their faces, especially the Careers.

Leaning in a little closer to Trypton I seductively wipe my hair out of my face, biting my lip to bring some attention to them. “Ok no for real now, what’s the craziest thing you’ve done lately?”

I’m only pushing that envelope this far because he’s a hottie and i’m like half dead anyways. There’s no harm in just seeing where this goes right? I’ve got oats to plow goddammit. Obviously I know I’m not pretty like most of the other girls, but I’m not afraid to try anyway; not anymore. 

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With a sly grin I lean in closer to my district partner in a way that’s become quite familiar to me. “I suppose that’s supposed to mean you’re a bad girl, isn’t is C?” Calling her bluff was so much more fun than just rolling with it. 

Fucking clumsy bitch can’t even turn on a remote let alone preform basic human functions. For probably the tenth time today I found myself wondering who the hell allowed her to have this job. It’s the fucking big red button you twit.

“The craziest thing?” I drain the rest of my drink and turn my body to face Casey. She’s showing some signs alright but it’s too early. This feels to easy. I like to play with my food. “What are we talking here? Like physically, breaking the law, sexually?” I pause after the last one, looking straight in her eyes. 

Jerking my head forwards I plant my lips on hers, lingering for just long enough to give a tug on her lip with my teeth before pulling away. “Well, as fun as this is the events of today have been- exhausting. I think I’m going to head to my room and I’ll see you all at breakfast.” I announce standing up. “Do enjoy whatever it is you’re doing.” Pausing at the door I turn to shoot CC a wink before allowing it to slide close behind me. 

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♚ DUECES ♚ D6 Train Ride

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“The boys…” I let off finishing my drink. “I guess both of us have a rep despite Six’s massive population.” Even though I somewhat despise the fame it feels good knowing people are aware of your existence, even if it was bad. 

Just as I top myself off with a bigger glass of brown liquor I see Dash, a previous Victor, enter the cab slightly intoxicated. I knew my mothers absence would mean shit to the Capitol, they have plenty of mentors to fuck us up.

Moving to the couch to avoid Dash, I look to Trypton in a friendly manner, “So. We should make this less awkward… We are going to be spending time together might as well do something while were doing nothing right?.” 

“Deep stuff first ok?” I take a little sip finishing my question and hold my breath in a dramatic fashion, looking intently out the window to make my face of more somber tone. “What’s your favorite color?”

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“A reputation?” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Somehow I doubt I’m on par with a victor’s daughter but you’ll have to tell me about mine sometime.” 

CC takes her seat beside me seeming a little put off by our newly arrived escort. Maybe it wasn’t just her mother but the victor breed in general? “Awkward? Who says this is awkward?” I can see Beatrix trying to get our attention out of the corner of my eye but chose to ignore her. “Something while nothing sounds nice.”

‘The deep stuff.” I repeat while she pauses in a dramatic fashion. Fucking thank the lord I didn’t get paired with some uppity bitch. “Something like this.” I held out the remainder of drink. What about you baby cakes?”

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♚ DUECES ♚ D6 Train Ride

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I shrug my shoulders, “Dunno man, but anyone is better than her to be honest.” 

I don’t think anyone quite understands the level of my mother’s psychosis, not even me. Her time in the Games destroyed her through and through, it’s just gotten progressively worse as I got older. Am I missing something here… Isn’t it just a tad ironic that her only daughter gets Reaped on her 18th year and she’s missing? The world once again makes perfect sense. 

“Trypton,” I say reassuring myself that was indeed his name. “Thats your name, I’ve seen you… around… I think.” Could that sound anymore stupid?

I let out a laugh before he could react, “Sorry that was too broad of a statement wasn’t it, Six has loads of people but I’d remember a face like yours.”

I proceed to the alcohol section the car on cue, pouring myself a glass of some unknown brown liquid. I slosh it back as if it were water, hoping its soothing effects would take this edge off. 

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Something tells me I want to find out the full story later but that’s probably for later. 

The only victor I can recall Six having is the one who turned his back on us and who’s now busy orchestrating our deaths. Though the games tended to mess people up, CC’s Mom couldn’t have suffered too much if she still managed to have a family.

With a wink and a smile I make my way over to the couch. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, though you have seen me before. I’ve been around, seen you running with the boys.” Taking another sip of my drink. 

The hiss of the door popping open announced that entrance of a man who had to be our mentor. “Oh goody, Dash has arrived.” Beatrix shrieked making all three of us wince.

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♚ DUECES ♚ D6 Train Ride

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Time worked differently now. After the Reaping it slowed down but now it’s picked up posthaste. I was just saying my overemotional goodbyes to my friends not five minutes ago and now all of the sudden I’m yanked into the train. It feels as if many years have passed but in reality it’s been minutes. Funny how you get all philosophical and shit when faced with almost certain death. 

I make my way into the train car first, followed by Beatrix and my new partner not far behind. From the corner of my eye I can see children running along side the train waving and tapping at the glass, desperately seeking an up close glimpse of us. I just don’t think the younger ones quite understand what really happens in the arena. Not sure I do either. 

I hear words fall from Trypton’s mouth forcing me to snap my attention away from the food and over to him. He was absolutely stunning closer up, I don’t know why I never noticed that because I’ve seen him around before. Just never had the chance to talk being from rival groups and all.

“Casey is my name but you can call me CC, everyone does. “ I add matching his gaze. “I’m not sure where my mother is… She’s kind of a fucking nut so you aren’t missing much mentor advice.”

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“CC?” I let it roll off my tongue getting a feel for the name. “Yeah that works.” I say with pushing my hair out of my face. Selecting a cupcake swirled with chocolate frosting, I take a big bite of the top. “Sounds like she and Marion would have got along swimmingly.” It takes me a second to remember she probably has no idea what I’m talking about. “My- mom.” That’s a sentence I probably haven’t said in years. “Marion is my mom.”

Walking around CC I eye the selection of what looks to be alcoholic beverages and select a flute of a shimmery, champagne looking drink though it’s a brilliant electric blue. “If she isn’t our mentor then who’s it gonna be?” I ask sipping on the effervescent liquid. This shit is good.

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♚ DUECES ♚ D6 Train Ride

The car pulled up to the train platform, the engine humming as Casey, Beatrix, and myself got out and headed for the train. I’d barely paid either of them much attention as I was still a little shaken by Marion’s visit. I suppose in her mind she was trying to atone for whatever had pushed me away but I could care less what things she had to do to help her sleep at night.

Fuck I need to stop thinking about her.

“You coming Sweet Pea?” I hadn’t realized Casey had already disappeared inside the train and Beatrix was hanging out the door. Nodding my head I followed our escort into a train that looked eerily similar to the ones Marion used to help design and work on. The inside of the car was lavish and with a table laden with sweets and drinks.

Choosing to ignore Beatrix for the time being I stepped past her to where my district partner was browsing the selection of food. “You’re Casey right? Isn’t you mom supposed to be here?”

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♚ Kindly, Fuck You ♚ Goodbyes

“You’ve got five minutes before we’re going to get you for the train. The windows won’t open so don’t even try.” The peace keeper grunted before leaving the room.

What point was there even in trying to escape? His reaping had been broadcast to all of Panem by now, if he were to try and escape every force at the Capitol’s disposal would be out looking for him. And the amount of shit he’d bring on himself wasn’t even close to worth it.

The door behind him opened but the voice wasn’t anything he was expecting.

“Oh Trypton, sweetheart.” He could live a life time and never forget the woman’s voice.

Turning, he saw his mother standing alone with the door closed behind her. “Where the fuck are Dax and Nimmo? Where’s my family Marion.” Even now he refused to refer to her as his mother.

If she felt any ounce of hurt her face refused to show it. “Those mongrels? I told the peace keepers that if they allowed any of them within fifty feet of this place I’d take a gun and shoot them myself.” 

She had been in the room no longer than thirty seconds and Trypton already was having to resist the urge to punch her in the face. “Why the fuck would you do that?” His voice wavered as he tried to keep calm.

“Because sweetie, they aren’t your family. Don’t you want to see your Father and I one last time?” She took a step forwards but the icy glare Trypton was giving her made her stop in place.

“You aren’t my mother and I sure as hell don’t belong to you. If you take so much as one more step forwards I swear I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” She challenged. “Tell the peace keepers I’m antagonizing you? Run away? Hit me?” She lowered her voice for the last one and despite the loathing Trypton had for Marion he would never lay a finger on her. “Look around sweetie, you can’t hurt me. I’m already hurting. They’re taking my boy from me and there’s nothing I can do to stop them.”

Deep down a part of Trypton felt for her, wanted to reach out for her. The son of Marion Voltaire stirred inside him but as quickly as it surfaced he pushed it back down again. That person didn’t exist anymore. 

“Please, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just want us to be a family, one last time.” Her tone didn’t betray her feelings but her eyes were pleading with him.

“I told you already, you’re not my family.” He said brusquely. Without a second thought he stepped past the woman and headed for the door.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to leave yet.” She turned trying to catch hold of his arm.

Brushing it off he paused for a moment. “Do me a favour, fuck off and forget I ever existed. For what it’s worth, I’m already dead.” And he was gone, the door blocking the image of his mother falling to the grounds in quiet sobs.

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♚ Late To the Party ♚ Reaping

“Hold out your hand please.” The slight hint of an accent betrayed her low Capitol status. The harsher the accent tended to point to a higher ranking Capitolite. “Your hand.” Trypton glared at the attendant as she repeated herself but obeyed her request. Reaping day always brought with it an increased peace keeper presence, something he didn’t particularly want to deal with today.

He barely felt the needle pierce his skin, snickering as some of the younger kids winced or even cried out. Fuck these kids better hope they aren’t reaped if they think that’s pain. Finding Dax and Nimmo on the other side the three fell in step wordlessly with each other, Trypton in between the twins. No one from the gang took out tesserae which made the odds of any of them getting reaped astronomically slim, yet still no one ever seemed to talk about the reaping. Two years back a guy named Flak was joking around about volunteering and leaving scummy Six behind. The rest of them watched wordlessly as his name was drawn and days later as he was slaughtered in the bloodbath. 

Partly out of respect and partly from superstition, no one mentions the reaping.

Beatrix, the district’s ever-annoying and frankly dumb as shit escort totters her wobbling stilettos over to the microphone. It’s a miracle the girl hasn’t snapped one and gone down like the Titanic by now and I’m sure half the district has bets riding on it that this is the year she finally does it. The district holds her breath as she agonizingly takes it step by step until finally she’s planted firmly in front of the microphone like the pro that she wishes she was. Half the district groans, she’s safe for another year. 

Glancing back to where our slim pool of mentors is seated watching their latest lambs to slaughter, Beatrix looks confused as to why one of the chairs is empty but a less than subtle prompting from Mayor Quota gets her started. Year after year it’s the same crap. Some “Oh my gosh” crap followed by something borderline offensive that probably has to be bleeped when it airs across Panem. There musn’t be anyone else willing to take her job.

After a painstaking introduction with no fewer than four almost nip slips, three cuss words, and a middle finger to some heckler like the trailer trash she is, Beatrix calls on the girl tribute. The name means nothing to Trypton but once he gets a clear view of the girl being half dragged by a group of peacekeepers he feels a glint of recognition. They’ve never met, not formally at least. She runs in a rival gang and they’ve probably crossed paths a half dozen times at least. She’s pretty, but not in a conventional way. He likes that.

A solitary “Fuck” is all that Casey says making Trypton smile. She was district Six through and through.

“Our handsome stud this year is going to be-” Beatrix pauses while her hotdog fingers swim around in the bowl. “Trypton Voltaire. Come on up baby!” 

There’s no time to complain, no tears to cry. Slowly he takes a step forwards, though apparently not fast enough as he feels a jab in his back from a nightstick. These fuckers really weren’t joking around on reaping day. Probably best to pretend that the Capitol has everything under control in Six, even if it’s just for show. Shuffling forwards as slowly as he can for the sole purpose of pissing off the peacekeeper behind him, Trypton ignores Beatrix’s outstretched hand and climbs the stage.

A wave of repulsion washes over him as she grips him by the waist and yanks him closer to her and the microphone. “Anything you wanna say to your adoring fans, cutie?” Her sing-song voice grating on his ears. The silence grows awkward as Trypton simply glowers at the crowd. 

“Get off the stage you cow!” Someone hollers from the crowd and Trypton can’t contain his smirk. 

“Yeah fuck you too asshole.” Beatrix yells back before realizing she was still on air. “Like, congrats to Casey and Trypton out tributes. What a great pair this year!” And with that her hamhocks propel the two of them into the Justice Building.

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Beatrix || District 6 Escort || FC: Trisha Paytas ||

If there's one thing Beatrix knows how to do, it's how to smile and wave while standing on stage. Born to the Capitol equivalent of trailer trash, Beatrix never had the bar set very high for her growing up. From birth she was the world to her parents and they pushed her into every pageant they could scrounge up the money to enter. This continued as she got older, her parents pulling her from school to enter Capitol beauty pageants.

For someone with such a shallow gene pool to start with, not going to school was devastating. Luckily she manged to learn to read and write but aside from that she grew up incredibly vapid and to put it bluntly, an idiot. Naturally when she grew out of being able to compete in pageants Beatrix's world came crumbling down around her. Up until this point it had been her entire life. She tried to get into modelling but no agency would take her. As a last ditch effort she applied to the escort program and a few weeks later she received a call notiying her she had been considered for a spot. Practically in tears Beatrix accepted, because even though she may not be competeting for who was best escort, she still got to get up onstage infront of the entire nation. Besides, she could still hold the competition in her head.

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Dash Falcone || District 6 Mentor || FC: Robert De Niro

Born Dashiel Lewis Falcone to an enterprising father and a painstakingly patient mother. Even in the early days gangs of young people were common in Six and Dash's father saw more potential in the haphazard groups than breaking windows and stealing purses. In the time before Six had brought home a victor for the Hunger Games morphling was expensive and well protected. What was exponentially easier to get a hold of was bootleg liqour.

For fear of accidents with the trains and disorderly conduct, Six was under a prohibition and Dash's father took it upon himself to bring the supply to the demanding people. Him and his inner circle quickly rose in power and wealth from a bunch of thugs from the slums to some of the most influential members of Six. Dash grew up watching the dealings, the planning, the blackmailing, the punishments should a lesson need to be taught. He grew up the heir to one of Panem's largest crime syndicates.

Reaped into the 32nd Annual Hunger Games at the age of 16, Dash refused to listen to his escort who insisted he tone down his temper and standoffish nature. He scored a middling 7 in private training and failed to leave a lasting impression on the audience aside from being a hotheaded punk outlier. What he did manage to do with his time in the Capitol however was piss off nearly every other tribute, earning a special place in the hearts of that year’s career pack. He wasn’t more dangerous than some of the other tributes but they agreed he had to be the first to go.

After escaping the bloodbath with nothing but a crowbar, Dash found himself cornered facing the career pack in one of the smallest arenas to date. While they had training, they’d never been in a real fight, something Dash had plenty of experience with. Going berserk, he tore through the tributes before they even had a chance to comprehend what was going on. He slaughtered every last one of them, not bothering to pick up any of their belongings. The games lasted a mere two days, ending with Dash destroying the tiny girl from Three without blinking an eye. He was crowned victor and left the Capitol as soon as he could to return back home to his father’s empire. 

Sadly, despite his potential to be a Capitol favourite for his explosive and bloody games, Dash dropped off the Capitol radar. He showed up to “mentor” his tributes as was mandated but that consisted of little more than ignoring them as they died and returning home as quickly as possible. Needless to say even he was surprised when Dina Carmen somehow managed to win her games. He gladly relinquished the burden of mentor to her and disappeared back into the shadowy underworld of Six where he continued to run his family business with the iron fist he’d inherited from his father.

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Dina Carmen || District 6 Mentor || FC: Michelle Yeoh

At just 16 years of age, the fresh and full of spunk Dina Carmen was tossed in the 52nd Games where madness quickly diminished her shine. Her father was a mechanic and her was mother a pilot, a quite normal, border lining dull upbringing. Like most of the kids in the outlying districts, she grew up fearing everything the Games represented, hating the Capitol more than anything else in the world. Unfortunately fate oppressed that fear because her name was pulled on Reaping Day, making her face what seemed to be a certain death.

Upon reaching Capitol grounds a plan started to naturally develop despite an absent minded mentor. She thought that if she could go so unnoticed no one would want to come after her. With the Careers showing so much violence just maybe they would rather kill each other first before ever thinking about her. The idea was based on just pure nerves but it luckily evolved into something that got her to be the Victor. Never one to believe in advantages, Dina finally caught a slight break in the arena because it just so happened to be the year where it was a series of abandoned underground train stations with many passages and tunnels. Dina spent years in the tunnels beneath six, it was like second nature to travel amongst the tracks.

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19. If you could live in any other District, where would you go and why?

What the fuck makes you think I’d want to leave? We have everything we need here, everyone I care about is here, and sometimes Marion even sends me a bit of money. Not that I need her fucking charity. Still, it’s nice being able to waste some of her money and knowing she doesn’t get to use it. 

36. Do you believe in fate, destiny and/or luck?

I stopped believing in fate the day I grew a pair of balls and said fuck it to my supposed destiny. The notion that everyone has some sort of predestined path that supposed to take and will end up on no matter what is utterly moronic and anyone who thinks so is a clueless twat.

18. What’s your zodiac sign?

Personally I don’t give much thought to this shit but if you wanna psychoanalyze me based on the date I was born be my guest. April 10th makes me an aries. So basically I’m supposedly a hot-headed little shit, arrogant, egocentric, competitive as all hell, and a dynamo in bed. Not that I think about it that sounds about right..

17. Got a dirty little secret you’d care to share? (we promise not to tell anyone)

I set fire to the drug store, the last three girls I slept with I told them it wasn’t just a one night stand to get the to sleep with me, I used the last check Marion sent me to blow my nose, and I broke into that little bitch Drax’s house and stole his mum’s earrings so I could pawn them. The rubies in those things fetched a fortune. Feels good to have that off my chest, it was a busy week.