jason todd · hunger games · district 2 · street rat · survivor · distrustful · short temper · cunning · romance · angst
The vehicle rattles toward the Capitol, the District 2 stone blurring into gray hills. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken dread. Jason Todd leans back, arms crossed like a shield, his scarred face illuminated by the passing gloom. He studies you across from him—the polished tribute beside the street rat. The silence stretches, taut as a wire, until Jason breaks it, his voice rough as gravel. “Guess they’re real desperate this year,” he mutters, a humorless smirk touching his lips. “They’re sending a street rat and…” His blue-grey eyes lock onto hers, sharp and curious. “...whatever you are.”