Alex
I may not be the toughest tribute. Heck, I can't do 15 push-ups! But my skill is brains, not brawns. Give me anything electrical, boom! Instant-Bomb. Of course, I'm not out of shape. I can run pretty fast. Oh well, I'll figure it out eventually. But now, I'm staring out the window at the passing scenery, a constant buzz in my ear. Oh wait, that's the other tribute. Waila I think? Ugh, she's so boring. Sure, she got muscles, and she out-hacked me. I'm not one to hold a grudge…much. I finally look at her and say something smart like, "Huh?" She glares at me, pokes me in the solar-plexus (OW) and shuts up. FINALLY!
Waila
If he wanted me to stop talking, he could've just SAID SO. Anyways. The food is AMAZING. Now don't get me wrong, my mom makes good food. But Capitol. They get food from everywhere! The steak is hot, I instantly start stuffing myself. If I'm gonna fight to the death and possibly die soon, I might as well enjoy myself. What the other tributes don't know is, I've already killed people. Sure, it was an "axe-ident" (ha!) but I didn't get the blame. The blame was put on my sister, Lala. Of course, I didn't care. I laughed as they shot her. The Hunger Games was meant for me.
