~Grant Odair~
Role: Mentor
Location: District Four, Waiting For Train.
Feeling: Horrible
Status: Dating Josslyn Foxwood
Crush: Josslyn Foxwood
Talking to: Braden
Grant looked down at Braden, being snapped out of his 'trance.' He kept a blank face, being silent for a moment. "No. The real crap is on the train." Normally, Grant might say this as a joke, but he was serious. "Braden, right?" Before Brady could answer, Grant looked up to see the metallic, shining train rounding the curve. "I swear, they have a new train every year." He muttered under his breath. Then, he looked back down at Brady. "So, think the Games will be fun?" He kept a straight face. "Hopefully not. Just some advice: They're gonna be out to kill you. Especially this year. Just a warning." The escort waddled over, and Grant's walked a few feet away. He couldn't stand the stench or auora of that lady. "Grant! Don't be so negative and scare poor Braden out of his wits!" The escort shouted. Grant rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He made sure to have a poison tone for the escort.










