Croy Remierez / Lars (unknown last name)/ Tyra Bale
The taste of blood was thick in Croy's mouth as he licked the cut on his upper lip. Standing next to him was a tank of a boy, ridiculously strong and tall. It seemed that no one wanted to stand any closer to the boy then a meter and a half. On the other side of him was a girl named Teak, Teak was one of the nicest people he knew. Croy had known Teak his entire life, during that time Teak had hair that has gradually been turning brown from blonde for years. Teak had a naturally pale face that was almost completely white with fear.
"Don't worry there is almost no chance of you being picked…" The second he muttered the sentence the man at the front said loud and clear "Teak Sires" Croy and Teak looked at each other in horror. Next to him the tank began to say "I volunteer" but was cut off by Croy when he punched him in the stomach. Croy side stepped over to the boy and kneed him in the groin. Slowly turning to face the crowed Croy looked away from a camera "I volunteer" he whispered, slowly he looked up at the camera and yelled as loud as he could "I volunteer!"
"NO!" Teak was screaming and hugging him. "Don't go! If you die, I'll know it's my fault" Croy looked away and started walking to the stage "Try not to blame yourself, blame him instead." Teak looked confused "Why blame him?" Croy smiled "Because he hates me… at least, now he does."
Croy slowly walked up to the stage and looked down at the crowd, then up to his face being displayed on the big screen. He looked at his handsome face almost with a sence of superiority. His dark brown spiky hair and green eyes bathing the audience in its glow. On his upper lip was a reopened scar that was bleeding slightly down his chin, the over all effect made him look like he was a trained fighter, What every one didn't know, was that he actualy was a trained fighter. Croy had never been strong; in fact compared to most people he was a weakling. But ever since he was young he had trained in karate and when he was bored he would practice parkour. In his spare time Croy would get scraps of jagged metal and throw it at target. Over all this made him hone his reflexes to perfection.
"What's your name?" the president asked
"Croy." One of his front teeth had a small bit of blood on it. This made Croy look even more daunting then before.
"Well Croy, Lets see who joins you"
"The next tribute is… Croy Remierez? … you got picked twice kid… this is awkward, how do we work this out?" There was a crippling silence for a few moments. "Would any one like to Volunteer?" More silence. "I'll do it" Slowly walking up to the front was the boy tank. "My name is Lars." Lars turned to Croy and smiled. "I will enjoy working with you." Lars was a foot taller then Croy, even though Croy was very tall on his own. Slowly he turned his rough face to stare at the crowd. The crowd stared back with disgust, Lars was perhaps the least atractive person in panem . He glanced upwards to see himself on the big screen and smiled to reveal disgusting pale yellow teeth. despite his rediculously bushy eyebrows Lars looked like he was already going bold at the age of 17 with dark blonde hair that was extremely thin. Lars was as strong as three boys his age and equally as stupid and slow as he was strong. Secretly he had trained as a career without telling any one, this was his soul purpose. To win the games, and the bloody lipped boy wasn't going to stop him, Lars promised himself that he would kill this kid personally.
"Any way, the third tribute is… Tyra bale"
Screaming and pushing Tyra ran away at full speed and dived through the window of the nearest house she could find. After a few minutes of searching the peace keepers dragged her out of the house, through the crowed and onto the stage. When she saw the presidents face she stated wailing and fighting to get free. "Just tranquilize her" two darts flew into her arms and she passed out cold.
Croy and Lars looked at each other then at Tyra. The unconscious girl had long brown hair and very pale skin but she was probably just scared.
"Well, this sucks, why cant we get an extremely fat guy to be a tribute, the capital would be entertained by that." Croy and Lars both started laughing.
Lars thought maybe i wont kill this guy.
Croy thought make him trust you. im gonna need a prety good plan to kill this guy.
Tyra thought... nothing