➵ Demitra Sparks • District Three • NPC Antagonist
➵ Location: North
➵ Tagged: No one
Once Demitra reached the safety of the trees, a smile spread across her face. She couldn't help it. Those Careers' reactions were just too hilarious, especially the shrill screams from Gloria and Madeline. That disgusting Eden had finally revealed his true colors in a tantrum. Just like Rowan, Edmund, Reinhold and the like, he was nothing but a traitor hiding behind a mask of false kindness.
Pretty soon, Demitra was doubled over in hysterical laughter. This plan was well underway. Not only did she know exactly where the Careers and mutts each were, she'd mentally mapped out a path between pack of savage beasts #1 and pack of savage beasts #2. Now all she needed was to unite the two hordes of monsters and let the strong cull the weak. Justice would be served, those Careers would suffer for what they did.
What did they do again? A moment of clarity. Demitra stopped laughing and really thought about the question. She'd never encountered a Career in the arena, well other than stalking them creepily from the grass. Why did she hate them so much again?
Her heart wrenched with pain as an image came to mind, the tatters of Zoe's coat floating lifeless in the lake. It had to be the Careers' fault. The lake mutt hadn't taken one of them, so instead it killed innocent Zoe. It should be Eden floating in that lake!
As Demitra continued on toward mutt territory, she blocked all thoughts of Zoe out of her mind. Next time she wouldn't think about it. Next time, she'd strike down the Careers without mercy - none of them deserved it.
➵ Quillon Jacobs • District Three • Mentor
➵ Location: Living room
➵ Tagged: Khali
Quillon also couldn't stop laughing. Most of his tributes had disappointed him over the years, but not Demitra. This little brat was shaping up to become one of his favorite tributes. Brutal, bloody and unapologetic, she'd carve a path of destruction through those Careers' sorry ranks. Those idiots wouldn't even know what was coming. Careers had such power, such privilege, yet they chose to waste it on useless things - brewing tea and caring for weak tributes. Pathetic. Quillon would've just thrown Gloria out in the cold to die alone.
He'd kicked Gleam out of the room. She could watch the Games on her own floor, whatever the hell. Quill didn't care, he wanted to spend time with Khali without that annoying little third wheel.
"Who do you bet Demitra kills first?" Quill snickered, nudging his wife. He already had an idea.
An equally sinister smirk spread across Khali's face. "Eden, for sure."
"You read my damn mind. That omega is going down," Quill laughed and wrapped an arm around her. "This is why I married you."

