DYON — MENTOR.
@zenaidajudas !
A set of laughter came to a halt as he finished previous monologue, a tale of monsters at the margin followed by the costs of living the life as a bachelor and words seemed to hit the right audience every time. He was a former victor, a familiar face living in the memories of local crowds and private groups and those who had stepped out of the arena alive enjoyed Hercules status in the mother and head of all twelve districts. Born with a witty tongue, manipulation of his seemed like simple conversation to most Capitol members. Just a chit-chat in disguise, a little mention of his tributes here, a promise of sponsors there. Raised in full glory, both of them extremely gifted and fond of Panem’s heart - your Capitol that is, Dyon had described them with an idle smirk. And they had cheered, like fools clapping for the circus. God, how he loved it here: The food, the dress-code, the expensive way of living. It did remind him of home, his home catering luxury and clothing so similar in glamour and style that Dyon himself could’ve easily passed as one of them.
With a nod of head and a couple of firm handshakes, a tall figure was EXCUSED to walk down the halls of one of the most prominent buildings, with ceilings so high one could see them fondle the clouds. Surrounded by it all, he remembered the feeling of being godlike, people handing you every item of desire and stares thrown your way that indicated deep respect. They respected him, because he had killed. Massacred, even. And he had won, with a smile for the audience and the honor of District One brought to a higher level. He’d do it all again in a heartbeat. Not all mentors were like that, with later districts lacking every sense of authority and leading skills. Presumably, those wouldn’t make it as far. His steps came to a stop, attention now shifted onto a woman he had seen before, one of the individuals he considered himself excited to meet. And for the time being, they’d have to somewhat work together. ❛ Zenaida Judas. ❜ Dyon audibly noticed, movements directed to meet the woman. Dark hair, fiery attitude as far as he remembered - and one hell of a kill. ❛ Your tributes. What do we got this year? I like the boy, looked like he got hunger for attention. ❜
She’d been lurking in the halls for a while, exhausted of the interactions with the sponsors in the main room — she’d worked the floor for a while, forced smiles here and deals with persuasion there, but her reputation had always been as the strong silent type. That’s what she’d been marketed as: serious, no nonsense, ambition to win. It’d been easy to slink into the persona: they were still the building blocks of her personality, all she had to do is shed everything else off. Her past was just that — the past, and it was left behind her to crumble, a snake shedding their skin that had become weakened.
She wasn’t a charmer, not by any means, but she was efficient in gaining allies. Or, really, those who could become them. She’d always been on good terms with other career mentors, they were valuable. She remembers the words to Aristide, advice she could give herself: ASSETS. Other mentors, they were assets to her. She knew, truthfully, that they looked at her the same way. It was a business transaction: fucked up if you thought about it, but it didn’t really affect her — the lives of the tributes were pawns to barter and trade, and it was up to them, to the mentors, to make the best deal possible. At the sound of one of the voices of a future asset, one calling her name, she turned. ❛ Dyon Locke, ❜ She echoed his name in response to hers, and moved off the wall to greet him. ❛ The boy’s good. I’d place bets on him, but he needs to focus — on something other than keeping up appearances of being a fearless shit. ❜ A pause, she’s thinking. ❛ The girl’s good too, a tiny one. But doesn’t seem to want to listen. Neither of them do, already at one another’s throats. ❜ She doesn’t bother to suppress the snort of laughter and the eye roll, before turning to him. ❛ So, as per usual. How are yours? Any skills thus far? ❜ She’s never been the biggest fan of District One, half of them only careers because they garnered enough sponsors with the allure of money. But still: they were valuable.
