successful syndrome [[ ali/val//sampson ]]

They've always hated waiting. 

Anticipation, it's too sexy. Too tense, the wait ticking down on Sampson's nerves as they wait for the district one train to pull up; perhaps, a bit too egotistically. District One was a family that Sampson loved seeing, watching Opal, Ridley and Justice pour out in front of the bright eyed tributes- so alive. 

You watch the trains line up and it gets more and more depressing the further down you get, that's why they're not planning on waiting around this year. Last year was all about the experience, learning the process and breaking the ice, and they couldn't have done a better job. Jade Morin had climbed her way through two lives with a cinched waist and a pair of heels for every photo OP moment she could find in that arena, and they could not take their eyes off of her. 

The capitol loved it! The pizazz, the glamour, a tribute who's ready for every occasion. 

A tribute who looks good in this life and the damn next. Now that's a headline, their mother had coddled them after Jade's death -- it only stung because she had gotten so close to the crown. How good would that have looked, Jade Morin in a crown and a flowing robe, a princess becomes a queen that you can't take down. Sampson missed her only a little; you never truly forget your first, they say. 

Now, welcome in Miss Second. Sampson had seen a few previews of her, the way she had hesitated before accepting the position. Same as Jade, really, psychoanalysts will complain on the forums and say she deserves her training score docked or whatever nonsense. It's all the same -- she's got a beautiful jawline. Sparse freckles, dotted across her face like stars and a name that sounds like, hmm, well, a name. Nothing too exhilarating but she needs a story, Sampson noticed the girl she stood with and it all makes sense. 

First Step: find Vallora a tribute romance, preferably the district eleven female. 

What? The Capitol loves those two. 

Anyways, Sampson forgot to take notes on the boy, Bambi isn't too invested these days. They all keep dying, one after another. Emmett was so promising too. 

That's all they really have to say about that, Alistair is a promising career volunteer, there's always a story line to play along with that. The victors start lining out early, walking past all the regular fans without clearance but it's a different story when you're a Crowe, baby. They let Ridley pass, Opal and Justice too, Topaz and Peridot and the ones after them until it's "you two!" 

One of the crew men let Sampson past the velvet rope and they pull down their shades to make eye contact, "oh my Ripred, your jawline, so stunning. Makes my heart weep," they look at the boy, Alistair, and he's got nice hair. Pretty eyes, cute face. 

"I've been waiting all damn year to meet you two, I'm Sampson Crowe and you and I, little missie, are in for a good two weeks." Yeah, that sounds about right. 

Sounds pretentious enough. 

"I'll be your stylist during your time here, I just had to come meet up with you early, and you-" they turn to Alistair of District One, "if you need anything feel free to call me like I'm family."