"Show them again,"
The screen flickered, coming to life. Six monitors were watching the inside of train cars. The tributes were asleep or were at least supposed to be. President Holsten eyed them carefully,
"These two," she pointed to a pair sitting on a bed, most likely talking strategy. The boy was gorgeous by every definition of the word, with peach skin, golden-brown hair and hazel eyes. Though he was sitting down, it was obvious that he towered over his district partner, who couldn't be taller than 5'2". He would make a good victor, if for no other reason than to satisfy the growing number of thirsty capitol women. The girl was, interesting, to say the least. She was pretty, some would call her exotic with her phoenix eyes and black hair, and she was far too muscular for her stature. It was obvious she had trained relentlessly, determination radiated off of her. President Holsten pursed her lips,
"Names?" she called into the back. A poor assistant fumbled with the tall stack of papers,
"The boy is Bright Cutter, the girl is Diamond Jun," Holsten scoffed. Diamond and Bright, she didn't even have to ask to know they were from District One. They would always flaunt their wealth, even when naming their children. As annoying as they could get, she did have some family there, so they were ok. The tributes were strong, and it looked like they would make a good duo in the arena. It was too bad only one could win.
"Next car, who are they?" President Holsten yelled. Papers were harshly shuffled some more,
"Um, District Two I believe. The girl is Avery Maceon and the boy is Hadrian Lionheart," her eyes shot up. Unlike the first two tributes, this duo was fast asleep and nowhere near each other. The camera's peered into their separate rooms and it seemed as though neither of them had a care in the world. Maceon was a familiar name. Holsten thought for a moment.
"Kaden, where have I heard the name Maceon before?" she asked.
"I believe from Clint Maceon, the winner of the 22nd Hunger Games," the boy yelled back. Holsten sighed, Clint was a good man, a little pushy, but good nonetheless. She wouldn't touch him, he was loyal. This girl, Avery, was a bit tall and lanky. It was atypical compared to what usually came out of District Two. She looked strong, though, and would make a decent victor if it came out that way.
The boy was something else. Hadrian, if she remembered correctly, looked just like your normal District Two tribute. He was muscular, it looked like he could comfortably crack a skull in his palm. Appearances could prove to be deceiving though. As he slept, there was a certain air about him that made Holsten pause. She'd have to come back to him later.
"Who are they?" she pointed at the last pair of screens.
"District Three, the girl is Vista Acer and the boy is Aristotle Carrington," Holsten whipped her head to the second screen. She had to make sure this boy's name was just a coincidence and not a reference to the pre-dark day's philosopher. If the people started to know, it would mean a giant headache that she'd have to deal with. Despite the name, though, the boy didn't look like much to her. He was small, the capitol bed dwarfed him as he slept. He didn't look like much, but District Three at times brought in some great underdogs. Those tributes were usually very intelligent. She'd just have to wait and see.
The girl, Vista, could be interesting. If she at all took after her father, she could be a quite something to watch. Lumen Acer's work was well known to capitol scientists and had it not been so valuable, he'd be dead. She was thin but seemed well fed. If she made it past the bloodbath, she could be a fun person to have the talk shows talk about.
Holsten narrowed her eyes,
"How are the other tributes looking?" Kaden quickly showed her the screens of the other cars, simply flashing each one by momentarily.
"I don't think there's anything too out of the ordinary here. It's an older pool this year though, which will make the initial start exciting. Maybe they'll have some personality this year," he joked. President Holsten stared, silent.
"You're dismissed for the night," she waved him away. She could hear papers being picked up and zippers shutting,
"Good night President Holsten," he said as he walked away. The door softly clicked behind him. He knew better than to leave it open.
Holsten grabbed the tablet to her right quickly took control of the screen and the cameras, observing, pondering, and creating some ideas she would give to Mr. Diel. She smirked and continued to scroll through the camera feeds. Only time would tell for these kids.
Hey guys!
So here's the first round of tributes. I want to thank all of you who submitted so far. There are still open slots left so please feel free to look at the Tribute List and submit! If these slots are not filled, I will just fill them with bloodbath characters.
I want to thank FriBarth, Apollostjames, Tribute00, nevershout and dreamsofghostsandstars in this chapter. All of the tributes introduced in this chapter are theirs and I appreciate all of the effort that went into their forms. Yes, there will still be full reapings and pre-game interactions. I just wanted a good way to introduce the tributes and to tell people if their tributes were selected. To those mentioned above, did you like the brief glimpses of your characters? I took a little creative liberty, feel free to tell me what you liked and didn't like. I also want to thank everyone who has left me a review so far, it means a lot to me! I love talking to everyone and seeing what you think.
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Thanks for reading!
Dia
