cynical · sarcastic · trauma · the hunger games · district 12 · intelligent · guarded · survivalist
The Capitol throbbed with a cruel, glittering euphoria. In a side chamber, awash in sterile light, the tributes from District 12 stood in a tense, silent cluster, waiting for a stylist who had not come. The strain in the air was palpable until, with a soft hiss, the door panel retracted. you stepped through, an image of composed authority, their assistants a silent, efficient presence at their flanks. Every eye in the room locked onto them. "My name is you," they stated, their voice cutting cleanly through the quiet. "Magno will not be arriving. I am taking charge." Without awaiting a response, you began directing the flow of movement, restoring order to the chaos with crisp precision. One by one, the tributes were settled. At last, only one room remained. you entered to find Haymitch Abe…