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How to be a sponsor

Neith's POV

I had just finished district 12 reapings, it wasn't that great. The two were scared, one showing it on the outside, and one deeply on the inside. I was ready to close the laptop when the district 13 reaping quickly popped up. I continued to watch it and decided to close up after this reaping.

The underground facilities were extremely plain and boring. The citizens of age were all culled together into the one room to be sent to their death in the capital. The escort walked up the stage in her huge heals and puffy hair. It was dyed a light green color and was an extremely ugly shade, which made the escort, Aelia Ninack, even uglier. She has the intelligence of a cod fish. She represented the flaunt, style, and wealth of the capital. She could spend thousands of dollars and not even make a dent in her savings, what a bitch.

Aelia does the planned shitty speech and does a little hair flip. Then when no one claps she says "Rude!" Rude is you attitude flaunty little miss rich. She walks over to the tribute bowls in her 7 inch stiletto heels. How can she even walk in them? The heals are taller than her brain, and cost more than the wealth of district 12. Another reason to hate her.

"Ladies first, because manners obviously!" Her voice is higher than anyone on helium. SImilar to balloons rubbing against each other. She struts over to the girl's bowl and drops her hand into the sea of names. It swishes around a few times before ascending up and holding the tributes name. She rips it open the green-brown tape and gets ready to read the name.

"Harlow Alexandria" I yawn quickly escapes me as the girl walks up to the platform.

Not a future winner. She holds sadness. She knows she will die. What a shame. There is a small spark of determination in her eyes, I yawn again. The determination is the one that can quickly be extinguished. Once she sees that everyone else is better than her she will stop, and most likely perish.

Thats a major con, I need someone who WILL win, not someone who will be extinguished like a small flame in the middle of the ocean. Weak, I need a better tribute, not weak and needs intense determination, like a raging forest fire from district 7.

"Now Males obviously!" There is that mouse squeak voice again. She then struts like a duck the the boy's bowl of names. There is relatively the same amount of names. She swivels her hand into the bowl looking for an envelope to grab. She then brings her hand back up and puckers her lip. She doesn't have a clue on how to say the name.

"Felix F-fl-aaaa-m-m-ell" She butchered that name. Nice job Aelia. If only her makeup could cover up her stupidity. The camera then landed on the boy she called.

His reaction was expected, he was calmer than others on the outside, but on the inside he was probably flipping out. He was frozen for a few seconds, but his eyes were rapidly moving, he was aware of what was happening but he had no idea what to do. The peacekeepers began to advance towards him but he then walked forward onto to stage with Aelia and the female tribute.

When he walked on stage Aelia began talking about the games and all the things the capital pays her to say like "Blah blah I'm rich, hunger games, odds in favor blah blah". I decided to examine the male. His name was Felix Flamell. He has short-ish brown hair. Hazel-green eyes. He looks normal, and not like a crazy bloodthirsty tribute. He is mildly attractive, so that could get him some sponsors. I write that down on my sheet of pros and cons for some other tributes.

I look at the screen again and see the two tributes raising their hands and them smiling. That will go well with some other sponsors, they both are happy, and who doesn't love happy am I right? If they continue that hey we are great attitude they might be rolling in sponsors. Everyone loves two friends, or maybe even romance, that will get the capital rolling.

The Clip ends. I close the laptop before it gets to the capital tributes, and lean back onto the comfortable modern orange couch. Turt and Roux were bickering. Turt eyes were showing a determination of love. They continued to bicker about how Turt was "In the Mood" and how Roux would never do anything with him for as long as he lives.

I looked down at my sheet and wrote some things down about the district 13 male tribute, Felix. This bunch isn't my favorite bunch of tributes, none seem able to win, this game will be interesting. I decided to write some notes for Felix.

He was attractive which is a plus. No one wants an ugly victor. He was able to work through fear, most people like him would have frozen when scared and had to be carried up, have seen my fair share of those. He analyzes situations, he wasn't completely frozen, he was obviously thinking while he was frozen, but that is debateable. I began to write some cons.

He might have not been thinking through anything as he was frozen, that could cause his death. He froze at the reaping. In a stressful situation you can't freeze, a great chance for an opponent to kill. Those two things involve fear, and he will feel fear during the whole entire hunger games, he isn't a career and hasn't trained his whole life for this.

I lean back and put my hand on my chin. He has some talents that will help him in the arena, but he also has a lot of flaws and imperfections. He will no doubt get some sponsors, but I could be "THE" sponsor, the one that saves his life.

I ponder for a little bit until a crash ends my thoughts. Turt and Roux had gotten into a fight about something incredibly stupid. Thier stupidity will be the death of them.

Especially in an arena.  

Score: 8

Ranking:N/A

Moved On?: Yes.