stranger truths | [jack/siberite]
Oct 6, 2023 12:08:19 GMT -5
Post by dars on Oct 6, 2023 12:08:19 GMT -5
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If he was being honest, he looked forward to the brunch. There was a sickening undertone of, Oh right, all of these people will be dead soon that made it hard not to view the entire gathering as some sort of funeral wake, but at the same time Jackson saw this as a great marketing opportunity. Maybe if he could make a couple of friends with those strong and influential enough, he'd stand a decent chance of going further in the games.
He smiled across the table at his first prospect. Though District Two's reputation was nowhere near as solid as its brothers, it was still a career district. This kid had probably received some type of training back home. That was more than he could say for District Five.
"What do you hope the arena is going to be?" He asked a while after their initial pleasantries, finally taking his first bite of the meal before him. Personally, Jack had no idea, and no inkling of an idea of what was waiting for him in the arena. It could've been an arctic wasteland, or a mountain that was impossible to navigate, or terrifying underground caverns with the sounds of ungodly monster shrieks echoing like warnings off the walls. Though, he supposed, none of the tributes knew what was in there technically, he still found that trusting a career's insight was probably smarter than trusting his own in the moment.
"Personally, I just hope it isn't too hot, and that there's drinkable water."
He smiled across the table at his first prospect. Though District Two's reputation was nowhere near as solid as its brothers, it was still a career district. This kid had probably received some type of training back home. That was more than he could say for District Five.
"What do you hope the arena is going to be?" He asked a while after their initial pleasantries, finally taking his first bite of the meal before him. Personally, Jack had no idea, and no inkling of an idea of what was waiting for him in the arena. It could've been an arctic wasteland, or a mountain that was impossible to navigate, or terrifying underground caverns with the sounds of ungodly monster shrieks echoing like warnings off the walls. Though, he supposed, none of the tributes knew what was in there technically, he still found that trusting a career's insight was probably smarter than trusting his own in the moment.
"Personally, I just hope it isn't too hot, and that there's drinkable water."
