It wasn't ever sunny here. Not past the wires and that ever-present blimp that was, apparently, meant to leave in two hours (which was at least two years ago), blocking out any light that might have made it to his humble abode.

Certainly, he wasn't against the darkness completely- it made it easier to see the dim light on the multiple monitors littered around the room, but it made wiring a complete bitch.

His was not a hard story to understand. He went to school as per the usual in the general academia of a District, graduated, and, at sixteen, having not made it into the one of the maybe three colleges currently established in Panem (and, more specifically, the Capitol) with his limited skillset, moved out of the cramped-as-hell dorms and into the, likewise cramped, apartment sector, specifically going for a lower level in the building he was assigned to at the time (and what a god-awful decision that had been). The few interesting things about him were, as far as he knew, limited to a list of three traits: Good at science, good with a gun, purple hair.

He was rather socially inept and a bit of an asshole, but he didn't know if either of those things were really interesting. Those were both staples of the teens of his District, really.

As he remained laying on his bed, uncaring of the small chips and the metal bits that had been over the sheets for weeks, now jabbing him in the back, as the did every day, he found himself idly remembering this again. It isn't as if he could get much done like this, anyway. His lightbulbs had all gone out at some point this morning, most likely in affect to whatever experimentation his new neighbor was getting out of his-or-her system-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Oh, hell. He really thought he could coax himself into sleeping in today. What did they want?

"Up and at 'em, minor!" A voice boomed through the door. The building manager?

He slid off of the lumpy bed, brushing his dull violet T-shirt down and plucking a needle or two out of the rough fabric of his worn grey pants, trudging over to the door lazily. However, by the time he had opened it and peaked his head out, the short brunette building manager had moved on down the hall.

He made a half-assed attempt at calling after her, but shrugged as she predictably didn't hear him, and moved straight to plan be grabbing the crisp white collar of a younger kid and pulling him back as he walked shakily down the hall after her.

"Y-yes?" He must've been fairly new to the building (but who was he to talk? Jed hardly been here a year and a half,), but there was no reason to be this shaky.

The elder male frowned, and inquired gruffly as he gestured around, and after the caretaker,"What...what is...?"

The teen blinked, but said hesitantly,"It's the Reaping, if that's what you mean? Uh..." He probably would have said more, but the drowsy male in front of him nodded once almost unnoticably, and he soon found himself alone in the hall.

Where was the representative?

First he was just sort of standing there, and then suddenly, woah! Forced up onto the small stage.

Once the place had quieted, it took him, and most likely everyone else, nearly a minute to actually regain himself from his confusion, and it was only then that he noticed the young-faced blonde on the stage. As far as Capitol folk went, he could have very well passed for no more than a Career District, but his crisp clothing and odd choice of reflective opera glasses gleaming out at he crowd set him a bit apart.

As soon as he caught him, he was gone, though. Instead of hearing his name, as he was forced to the stage, he could see letters flashing on the screen above,:

"CITRUSELI FLUGPUCKER"

Really, he preferred Eli.