A Loud Mouse, & A Quiet Lion {Jacob & Red// Lance}

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Pretty sure more entertaining chaos erupting within the cafeterias of my own District, where children’s portions of food would never satisfy the emptiness of their hollowed stomachs. Here the rations are limitless, providing plenty of nutrient to the training Tributes to pump them with a plethora of energy. Yet it’s near silence that seems to continuously consume the dinning hall. Egotistical careers pumping up their chests, bulky boys from the farming districts attempting to out-strength those careers, girls swooning over those verbal disputes on who’s stronger, that’s what I expected to occur within these periods for meals. But again, the Game of introverts has truly commenced.

Interest still contorts my eyes across the room of lined tables however, debating on who next I can study up close - when the boy, no man, from Eleven halts my gaze. Beautiful deep skin glistens him from the rest, a decent build improving him from the others as well. His shoulders are stern and proper, almost as if he were raised in a different District entirely. But what doesn’t distinct him from the masses, is his quiet isolation - as if he’s also fearful that a single conversation with another Tribute will mark him as a target, just as everyone seems to think. Myself however?

Without a wince of hesitation I direct my feet and tray over to his table, claiming a seat without a request or offer. “Want some company?” I rhetorically wonder, a gentle grin relishing across my cheeks. The tip of my fork begins playing with my food; chicken, rice, and vegetables - assuming that’s the best combination for pristine health. “What’s a stud like you doing all by yourself anyways? Shouldn’t some girls be feening over you in attempt to ally with you in the Arena?” I question in attempt to converse in some small talk and compliments.