Plutarch Heavensbee (double)

"Thank you for your consideration." The girl from 12, Katniss Everdeen, does a mock salute, then marches away, flinging her bow to one side as she strides into the elevator. I stand back up, the punch bowl still on my head, gaping in shock.

"Well, well, we got some fiery tributes," Seneca begins, looking at us.

"She's scarily accurate with that bow," I add. "Hit targets that would've been impossible to hit."

"Enough force to pin the apple. Defiant. That should get her a 9," someone adds.

"No. She knows edible plants like the back of her hand. She's decent at throwing knives, and a master of archery," I argue. This might seem ironic to everyone else, considering I got the worst of her skills. Being dunked in a punch bowl and all. "Besides, the others seemed rather robotic in what they did. Like there was no fight in them at all."

The others consider this.

"If her demonstration doesn't get her at least a 10, I don't know what will," I finish.

"An eleven," Seneca decides. "We need tributes with fire in them. And that's just what Miss Everdeen will give us this year. All in favor?"

It's unanimous.