Friends or foes {arc}

s o l .

Sol never found himself often in his lounge where the District Five residents would stay and call their home for their stay in the Capitol, something that one of the oddly colored stylists had told him was that he should treasure his stay here. That Sol should feel honored that he got picked to see the glamour of the Capitol and participate in the Games. There had been the stories and tales he had been told by the Escort that traveled to the Capitol with the small crew that came from his home, the Escort said that it was a beautiful place.

Though, there was no beauty in people who root for sin. He felt like they were rooting for them to break the chains that they once had locked onto them, the ones that had called them as a single person but then to be called a murderer. A murder most foul that Sol never believed he'd fall into; though he knew that his voice on this could change easily from the simple attacking, the very simple shallow cut placed on the girl from District Five would make him easy to not hesitate.

For they hurt a friend, and Sol was not someone who left his friends in the dust.

Hunger would fill his mind, teasing him with the thought of food and the great quality of the food they had in the Capitol. He didn't eat a meal before heading down to the center that day, he assumed personally that his training wouldn't involve sweat drenching training with a weapon against a trainer that continued to criticize him, tell him what was right and wrong for his doings. A small praise for a slight move of defense he had taken, but nothing else besides those few things would be spoken to him.

Sol didn't mind, it was a bred Capitol mutt that would have high chances of showing up in the games, but only a replica. A changed version to look like a monster that would be seen in a child's nightmares. Finding himself soon growing tired of the work he'd been doing for the past two hours, he decided that grabbing a snack would be something of interest for him. He had a small headache, though that was most likely due to his inability to feed himself when it was able.

In the small dining hall, he grabbed a plate with food dotted across it. Vegetables, fruit, and meat. A normal meal, however he had no idea of where to find himself sitting. There was a male in the corner, from further inspection he remembered the face from watching the reaping's. Another sibling of a tribute, like Sol himself.

Though, this tribute wasn't just a tribute, it was a victor. Just one never seems to be enough for the capitol, doesn't it? He found himself easily moving his way over to the table, offering up a question. "Do you mind if I join you?"

get dunk't on