i'll do twenty five to life if it makes me a king | cole.

Three days in and he's already sized up most of the tributes here in a glance. District One with their differing personalities, but own skill sets. District Two proving to be careers once more, especially in demeanor. And of course, Bell Hailsham, his own partner and sort of friend, even if she doesn't think so. A shrug of his own shoulders as the rest of the tributes seemed to blur together. The girl from seven having seemed to have a confidence he really didn't understand from a noncareer, but he didn't dare ask about it. The drunken guy from Eight having left not much of an impression. Lots of the tributes had different personalities and skills, but no one was as much of a pain as the girl who just threw her shoe at the back of his head.

Almost having a heartache at the hit against his head, which didn't hurt, but surprised him more than anything; he knew she was like a firecracker. Burst at the seams with an energy that whirlwinds all of them. As if they were in her game and not the capitol's. Annoyance. Entertaining. A reminder of his own twin back home. He gives a moment of silence as he lets the shoe fall with a thud to the floor as he ignores the words that had reached the air.

"Heard ya like shoes to the back of the head, Four!"

He had to admit. For a girl from nine, she had guts. Maybe a nine female would finally have a chance at something for once, unlike all the times before. A mental chuckle fills his head before he turns around with a blank stare. Eyes reaching the girl as he takes in the way she stands as if he were not a threat to her. Smart, yet moronic in nature. A moment is all he needs before he dares to turn around and ignore the pestering girl. Instead, he lets himself blankly stare until words fall from his lips with an empty tone.

"And you are?"

He'd rip them limb from limb if he wanted.

"Also, aim better and you might actually do some damage."