scorpius de luca | district one | cb3 | fin

What the fuck did they honestly expect from me? Did they really think that I, Scorpius de Luca, would cede control of my body and mind year after year to the wishes of those assholes in the Capitol? Fat. Fucking. Chance. I'm sure you've heard this story before, but I'll recite it for you just for kicks. It is legend, after all.

My grandfather fled the Capitol, the fucking idiot. He gave up the wealth and the glamour and the safety of the Capitol for the slums of District One, but we're better of than most. The 1% if you will. The cream of the crop. Oh, we're trained as Careers. That much is obvious given Father's connections with the military industrial complex that feeds the security of the nation.  But its just so boring. Who gives a shit that I can run fast, climb quickly, swing a sword like a knight, and defend myself in hand to hand combat? That's the fodder for the masses and we de Lucas are above it all. 

Father would never agree to this, but I think I can maybe pay off a Wanderer to take my place in the next Reaping. My life is obviously worth more than his. And there is no doubt that we can afford it. I wouldn't ever spill my blood for Panem. Its too precious, you see.