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He loves every single second of this.
The cheers, the roaring crowds, the matches, the winners, the losers. Bo Sun is soaking every single second of it up like a sponge, and if there isn't a grin adorning his face than something's obviously wrong. Normally, his get up and go attitude that he puts up prevents him from doing something like actually sitting down and waiting to be in the action, but here, well, he'd almost be happier doing just that. Because the lights and buildings and every single thing about these Olympics have captivated him like one of those Capitol citizens.
Leon Krigel had won his Games, and by all means had it paid off. And each time he sat down to cheer for a particular person his smile only gleamed brighter, grew larger.
The foil is what intrigues him, not because of how exciting or skilled the people are but because every once in a while he'd see someone use the same type of swing of the arm he used to crack Than's head open so many years ago, and although it resurfaces the memories at the same time he can only smile more. If his brother were still here, there'd be no doubt he'd be getting all the attention, gold medals adorning his chest. And Bo would be on the sidelines.
He shouts for a particularly skilled District Four person, before leaning over to the girl next to him.
"She's gonna win, i'll bet on it."
He loves every single second of this.
The cheers, the roaring crowds, the matches, the winners, the losers. Bo Sun is soaking every single second of it up like a sponge, and if there isn't a grin adorning his face than something's obviously wrong. Normally, his get up and go attitude that he puts up prevents him from doing something like actually sitting down and waiting to be in the action, but here, well, he'd almost be happier doing just that. Because the lights and buildings and every single thing about these Olympics have captivated him like one of those Capitol citizens.
Leon Krigel had won his Games, and by all means had it paid off. And each time he sat down to cheer for a particular person his smile only gleamed brighter, grew larger.
The foil is what intrigues him, not because of how exciting or skilled the people are but because every once in a while he'd see someone use the same type of swing of the arm he used to crack Than's head open so many years ago, and although it resurfaces the memories at the same time he can only smile more. If his brother were still here, there'd be no doubt he'd be getting all the attention, gold medals adorning his chest. And Bo would be on the sidelines.
He shouts for a particularly skilled District Four person, before leaning over to the girl next to him.
"She's gonna win, i'll bet on it."
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BO SUN | DISTRICT 4
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BO SUN | DISTRICT 4
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