Mentor Feedback
➵ Licaria Ryu • District One • Mentor
Licaria clapped her hands together as her lovely tributes received lovely scores to match. Despite being tiny, she threw her arms around both of them in an attempt at a Career group hug.
"You did wonderful! Of course, your scores aren't at all surprising to me," Licaria said once she pulled away. It didn't take long for her to whip out her clipboard and start jotting down notes. "Alright, time for the real assessment! What did you do in your private session to earn those scores? And... what do you think District Eight did to make herself look better?"
Licaria refused to believe that arsonist-torturer-wannabe was truly on her babies' level, but that twelve score did fascinate her.
➵ Icarus Matthias • District Two • Mentor
Icarus nodded in respect to Jessamine's score, but his eyebrows shot up in shock at Olivia's. An eleven, those were rare even among Careers. Deserved though. The mentor leaned back, crossing his arms with a content look on his face.
"You did well, as I expected." He patted Jessamine and Olivia on their backs. Last year, Kritanta's victory was earned with blood, sweat, tears - and honor. It had inspired Careers around Panem, including Icarus himself and he had faith that the 22nd would be another Career victory. "And don't worry about District Eight. She's got nothing on you."
➵ Quillon Jacobs • District Three • Mentor
Quill hardly paid attention to the training scores because he was too busy laughing in Thora's face. What a pathetic loser of a girl, even worse than that little Career sympathizer who died at the claws of some barely five foot tall chick last year. Thora was even worse than Patsy though, she thundered back in a voice even louder than Quill's and it almost escalated into a fist fight. Only when an avox dragged the still cursing Thora away did Quill return to the couch, fuming.
"You. What do you have planned?" He snapped at Lil, this boy better not turn out like last year's failures. "Spit it out or get out of my sight."
➵ Edmund Grant • District Four • Mentor
"I'm so proud!" Edmund had to hold the waterworks back as he flung his arms around Imbellis. He almost hugged Lysander, too, but then he remembered the boy's incredibly introverted personality and held back from it.
With a chuckle, the mentor pointed at the screen that showed a row of 6's after Willow Merino's 12. "Looks like the non-Careers are doing just fine, too. Hopefully you and the other Careers have a plan or- oh would you look at that." Quince's score of 1 appeared. Maybe not all the outliers were tough this year.
➵ Khali McKellen • District Five • Mentor
Pathetic, her tributes were just pathetic. Khali was still reeling from the loss of Otto last year, he'd been a rare tribute she actually liked and he was gone. That Morgan boy might share Otto's love for intellectual pursuits but it was nothing but a pathetic mockery of what should've been. He got a 3, he'd die immediately, and his district partner was even worse. Totally hopeless. Khali didn't even speak a word to them, just walked out and left them sitting there with an awkward looking avox.
➵ Gleam Winston • District Six • Mentor
Gleam smirked at the eight and seven beside her tributes' names, that was bound to shut Quill up. That son of a carburettor could take his arrogant attitude and stuff it. The only problem: Gleam couldn't stand Alexander and Aaria, in fact she wished she had the legal right to stab them with the 'creative weapons' she had in her arsenal. That justice seeking eyepatch boy was a total idiot, justice didn't exist. And his naive songbird of a district partner was gonna get crushed when she saw the real nature of humanity.
"I didn't think you had it in you," Gleam laughed in her own tributes' faces. "But enjoy your short lived victory while it lasts, I guess. I can't wait to see you in the arena." Her sinister words dripped with passive aggressiveness.
➵ Garry Woods • District Seven • Mentor
"You did well! A five is a nice score," Garry told Ferran with a pat on his back. Five meant you weren't getting targeted for being too weak or too strong. It was the middle of the pack, the safest spot for most tributes.
"And Maple, you tried your best and that's all that matters. A two isn't too bad in the long run. You'll be ignored by most tributes," Garry told her, then turned back to Ferran. "In fact, they won't see either of you as a huge threat and I think that'll be helpful. I won my games with a training score of one!"
➵ Jasper Tiberius • District Eight • Mentor
Jasper was about to pass out from fear when he saw his female tribute received one of the highest scores in Hunger Games history. That Willow Merino already terrified him, she was a torture enthusiast if he'd ever seen one up close. Fire blazed in her eyes, ready to consume everything around her in a destructive inferno. "I'm going to bed..." He muttered, rising from the couch.
"Teehee! A four, perfectly according to plan," giggled little Levi. Jasper turned around and looked into his eyes, a mistake - all he saw was the same malicious gleam he saw in Willow. A strangled bird noise escaped the mentor as he ran off to his room.
➵ Ronny Bracken • District Nine • Mentor
Ronny didn't particularly care about his tributes' scores, even his cousin Blanche. He just continued to scroll through PanemBook without liking any of the posts that appeared on his feed. As usual, he was too lazy to send his favorite content creators even the simplest form of acknowledgement. Ace cleared their throat in annoyance, forcing Ronny to look up.
What, feedback? Ronny just shrugged and said, "k" before returning to his social media.
➵ Jillian Tybalt • District Ten • Mentor
Jill cracked a smile at Alec's score, they were fairly impressive to score above average in a tribute roster like this. His district partner got an unremarkable 3 but Jill didn't particularly care. Myra had gone to bed early, she wasn't much for conversation and Jill had no intentions of pursuing her. "Well, six is great. It means you're not bloodbath death material at least!" she laughed, that was a fact in her mind. "Can't say the same for your district partner, though."
It was rude but Jill didn't care, she would speak her mind when she wanted to.
➵ Himaya Hannock • District Eleven • Mentor
Quince had already stormed to his room, crying hysterically despite Himaya's attempts to reassure him. Mallory's score wasn't bad though, a four was around average, not too shabby for Himaya's clumsy baby. "Good work," Himaya told her tribute and immediately pulled her into a hug. "Deserved higher but four's good. Just stay away from anyone who... scored too high."
All she could think of was that creepy girl from District Eight, the one with murder in her eyes. A shudder ran down her spine. Himaya, too, had encountered her fair share of edgy District Eight girls... she hoped Willow didn't get her hands on her tribute.
➵ Maverick Wolfe • District Twelve • Mentor
Maverick had already gone to his room by the time the scores aired. None of his tributes spoke a word to him since they were reaped, and neither of them seemed interested in watching the training scores with him so it was no use pursuing a working relationship. At least Asmodeus and Absyanthe weren't Kassandra... and at least Kassandra hadn't won the 21st. Maverick could just imagine the horrors that would ensue if she did, she'd probably torture him to death, take his job, and brainwash all his kids into torturers.
