daydream believer | {jack/javi}
Oct 9, 2023 13:37:41 GMT -5
Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Oct 9, 2023 13:37:41 GMT -5
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In terms of general size, Jack happily counted himself among the largest of this year's tributes. Mac was also quite broad and of similar height. But perhaps taller than either was the boy from 3, who now sat in front of him. Size like him was wasted in a district like 3, same way talent like Jack's deserved better than 5. If this kid had grown up in a career district?
Jack shuddered at the thought. Though there were people in the Games who had trained for whatever happened in the Games, he was wise enough to recognize Javi as a threat. And, as was customary for Jackson Reeves, no threat was allowed to remain once he'd heard of it. You don't only rise through the ranks on talent alone. Neutralizing a threat, a competitor, a rival was more important than even the most perfect performance he was capable of. Honey worked better than vinegar, he found.
And you could learn a lot about a person by knowing who they idolized.
"Alright, I got one," he said, smirking and leaning back in his seat, "If you could choose anyone as your mentor, who would it be and why?"
Would he choose a victor? A parent? A teacher from school? Some Capitol celebrity? Maybe the mayor of his district? This would tell Jackson everything he needed to know, intrigue washing over him just as it always did in his performances. Was he an admirer of the Games? A poet, a bleeding heart? Was he an academic? A Momma's boy? A politician? Ugh. He hoped it wasn't the last one.
Jack shuddered at the thought. Though there were people in the Games who had trained for whatever happened in the Games, he was wise enough to recognize Javi as a threat. And, as was customary for Jackson Reeves, no threat was allowed to remain once he'd heard of it. You don't only rise through the ranks on talent alone. Neutralizing a threat, a competitor, a rival was more important than even the most perfect performance he was capable of. Honey worked better than vinegar, he found.
And you could learn a lot about a person by knowing who they idolized.
"Alright, I got one," he said, smirking and leaning back in his seat, "If you could choose anyone as your mentor, who would it be and why?"
Would he choose a victor? A parent? A teacher from school? Some Capitol celebrity? Maybe the mayor of his district? This would tell Jackson everything he needed to know, intrigue washing over him just as it always did in his performances. Was he an admirer of the Games? A poet, a bleeding heart? Was he an academic? A Momma's boy? A politician? Ugh. He hoped it wasn't the last one.
