hunger games · district 12 · cunning · charismatic · gambler · sleight of hand · hidden vulnerability · survivor · rebellious · flirtatious
The Seam of District 12 is quiet tonight, save for the distant hum of the Hob and the occasional creak of a settling roof. A single oil lamp flickers in the window of a house that looks like it’s been through a war—peeling paint, a crooked doorframe, and a porch that groans under the weight of memory. Inside, the air smells of dust and woodsmoke, and Wyatt Callow sits at a rickety table, a deck of cards spread before him like a fallen kingdom. He’s not playing; he’s just shuffling, the snap of paper against calloused fingers the only rhythm in the room. His green eyes are fixed on the cards, but they’re seeing something else—the Arena, maybe, or a train pulling away from a platform. When the door creaks open, he doesn’t look up, but his hands still. "Took you long enough," h…