Monotony // [Frankel]

So the reputation is in place, according to my escort. At first they thought I was just gathering intel about the other tributes but when I took a nap yesterday, that idea was quickly demolished. A rebel, lazy, a boy who has already hammered the nails into his coffin; well, at least they are talking about me. Idling about in the training centre, it was meant to not draw attention to me but it has done the total opposite. Like me, the Capitol have obviously grown bored of watching tributes hack away at each other with training swords and my own little act is something different for them to talk about. Well whatever, it makes a change.

I have had to odd interaction with other tributes, formed an alliance and all of that, to my escorts advice. ”Just don’t make any enemies.” I doubt I am a threat to any of the big names and careers; hopefully I will be off their radar. I may have come here to end it all but I don’t want the experience to be so short lived.

Today I have placed myself into a different viewing station than normal, it gives the reporters watching something different to talk about I suppose. Close to the survival stations, where tributes attempt to make fires and mend fake injuries, a dull show but it makes a change from the knife throwing.

“This place is a drag.” A male’s voice interrupts my idle thoughts, and the number on his sleeve identifies him to be one of those that I’d prefer not to mingle with. A resident of one of the career Districts, although Four doesn’t seem as notorious as the other two. “Why aren’t you training like everyone else?” I bet many have dared themselves to ask that question, obviously this one has balls.

”I err-.” Do I conjure up an elaborate excuse or throw the truth? ”I really don’t see the point y’know, this is all just a show for those up there.” My finger alerts the male to the few in the observation tower, although their attention is directed to the lavish drinks in their hands.