Quentin Quinn | District Six {FIN}

My family makes and sells candles. I mean, how lame can you get? I really wish that perhaps we had a cooler trade that'd been passed down through the years, but no. I'm probably destined to have the same, lame, boring job as my old man and his old man before him, as well as the many generations that came before them, once I'm out of school. I suppose the redeeming factor to such a mundane profession is that it makes the rest of my family happy. It also seems to bring in enough money for us to live off of.

When I'm older, I'd much rather have the job of being a teacher. More specifically, I'd like to teach the history of the Hunger Games to students. The Hunger Games have always interested me. Some people say that my intense studying and re-watching of previous Hunger Games makes me a sick person, and maybe it does, but it's what I enjoy. I like to see how different tributes have worked together, or how they've worked alone. I like to see what weapons tributes have used, and how they've used them. I even take a look at the things that they've improvised out of their environment. The improvisation aspect of things is something that I've even tried out myself, and have been rather good at. I've made spears and other things out of what I can find around me, and they've come out rather well.

Right now, as a student, the things that most interest me to learn about in school are about the Games. If, one day, the time seemed right, I would volunteer for the Games so that I could fight and see how well my studying of them paid off. Sure, I'd be risking my life, but I think that, should I die in the Games, it would be the most honorable way to go out. I'd be fighting to represent my District and my family, and if I did win, I'd make people quite proud of me. Having the chance to test my knowledge and skills would be my dream.

As a little kid, before my interest in the Games truly developed, I did have a little bit of an interest in my family's trade, but that quickly faded after not too long. First, I learned how lame it was, and second, I burned myself so bad on hot wax when I curiously touched some at the age of seven (I wasn't the smartest seven year old) that I ended up scarring my finger really bad. I even completely burned off my finger print on that finger, which I learned when they tried to use it to finger print me during the reaping sign up. They ended up having to use a different finger.

The reaping brings me a thrill. I love standing there, waiting for them to call a name and hearing who the person is this year that will have the opportunity to try to bring glory to the District. Although, from what I can tell, most people in District Six aren't actually excited to go into the Games. Sure, there's the occasional volunteer, but even then, they usually don't volunteer because they want to fight. They usually volunteer to protect someone else whose name had been called. I, however, plan to volunteer one of these days and prove my knowledge to everyone.

I'm a rather intelligent individual, I've been told. I agree with that, too. Some people, however, also tell me that I'm overconfident. This is a major flaw of mine, they say. I'm not sure if they're completely right, but I wouldn't say that they're completely wrong, either. I just wish that people would take me more seriously sometimes, as I do know what I'm talking about. Often, they just think I'm being cocky, or, again, overconfident in my knowledge and abilities.

Something else that I'm rather good at is finding ways to occupy myself. I have quite a few hobbies, and they keep me pretty busy outside of school. When I'm not rewatching old Games, I do a lot of writing- especially stories of what it would be like if I were in the Games. I also do plenty of reading, mostly about the history of Panem and the Hunger Games. I also really enjoy being outside. Despite being in an urban District, I find ways to still do things outdoors, such as go for walks around the District and explore the alleyways between buildings. Occasionally, I'll find things like pieces of cardboard, wood or scrap metal, and make things out of them. I love to be creative and do anything that works my brain to its fullest potential.

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My family consists of myself, my two sisters and my dad. Well, I used to have two dads, but Pops passed away when I was six. I miss him a lot, but I've learned to cope without him around. My two sisters are named Queenie (she's 11) and Quella (she's 14), and they're some of the sweetest people I've ever met in my life. I'd do anything to protect them. Even if I do hate what my family does for work, I still love them, ad I'd do anything in my power to make them happy.