➵ Icarus Matthias of District Two
Icarus narrowed his eyes as Gloria expressed distrust for her allies. He doubted it would happen, as Career who betrayed the alliance would be forever remembered as a stain, their name and memory stricken from any memorial. Even if they didn't care about honor, betraying was still a dangerous idea. The mentor recalled the horrific fates of traitors past - all but one torn apart by their fellow Careers. There existed only one exception. Clark Taylor had betrayed his allies to win the 4th Games, but the moment he returned to District Four, his old classmates from the Career Club 'welcomed' him with crowbars and baseball bats...
"It would be unwise of them to betray you," Icarus said. "Traitors are not appreciated even if they win - hence why District Four's first victor is dead. Stay alert, but never fall into the mentality of 'betray them before they betray us'."
Chaska also contributed a perfect response, even promising to watch Gloria's back in a worst-case scenario. Icarus made brief eye contact with him and nodded, a small gesture to convey his approval. Although, Gloria only responded with two curt words.
"Get some rest." Icarus dismissed them both. There was nothing left to say, so he left the room without another word.
➵ Edmund Grant of District Four
Edmund chuckled as Killick explained what he did to impress the Gamemakers so much. He could just picture it now, the willowy tribute jabbing and slicing at an entire battallion of dummies. Killick was swift and light on his feet, no doubt the Gamemakers would've enjoyed his performance. Plus, he was a prodigy of a Career! Graduating at seventeen was impressive.
"I wish I'd been there to watch," He chuckled. "But that's alright! Once you get into the arena, I'll watch the heck out of your performance. You'll do amazing!"
➵ Gleam Winston of District Six
"Why do you think they acted like that?" Gleam tipped her head back and let out a laugh. "They want to make you trust them. They want to get you on their side. But once you're in the arena..."
A twisted, horrible grin contorted her sharp features as she sliced a finger across her neck.
➵ Garry Woods of District Seven
Garry wrapped his arms around his tribute so tight, wishing he never had to let go. But Sienna needed to catch up on sleep before the arena. Reluctantly, the mentor released her from his arms.
"Good night, Sienna," He whispered, managing a smile. "I'll look out for you in the arena."
As she left, Garry had to reach for another tissue to wipe his eyes. Was that the last time they'd see each other in person? He hoped not, he desperately hoped not. But nothing was certain in the arena.
➵ Jasper Tiberius of District Eight
"As long as you try, that's enough." Jasper pulled back from the hug and offered his most reassuring smile. At times like this, he desperately wished he was better at the whole optimistic mentor thing. "I believe in you."
➵ Jillian Tybalt of District Ten
Rieka spilled the beans all about her District Eleven friend, a sweet boy named Jay. Vague memories from the reaping came to mind. He was the smallest of the male tributes, around the same size as Rieka herself. They were small, so they'd need less food than a six-foot-tall Career Tribute. It meant they had a genuine chance of outlasting their competition as starvation weakened the others.
"Sounds like a good match for an ally," Jill said with a big smile. "I'm guessing you two will hide together while the other tributes destroy themselves. If that's the case, that's a great plan!"
Jill struggled not to tear up when the kid said she'd miss her. If only she could've taken Rieka's place in the arena. "I'll miss you too."
(This is the final post before the bloodbath!)