♚James White♚
District Two
Masonry
James turned his head to look around. He watched each district train for the upcoming games. As he studied each individual, the district two boy began to discover how certain tributes fought. They were competition, so James had to know each and every one of them. He stood next to the other careers but paid little attention to them. His plan was to be in an alliance with the other careers to take out the poorer districts. Until the end, at least. When James heard the tone of a younger girl, he turned his head and looked down. His icy blue eyes stared into Janet's as he listened to her speak. The two hadn't had much introduction to one another, but James had known her name from the beginning of the Hunger Games. He had first heard it at the reaping. A firm not and a light chuckle were shown and heard from the male district two tribute before he gave a serious reply.
"Of course," he said solemnly before allowing a small smirk to show at the corner of his lips. "They will all be the first to go." James spoke with depth and strength, his tone quite deep and defiantly proper for his age. The young man flicked his eyes from the girl and towards the other tributes, even the other careers. Leaning slightly forward, he faced her once again and whispered in her ear.
"And we will be the last alive."
District Two
Masonry
James turned his head to look around. He watched each district train for the upcoming games. As he studied each individual, the district two boy began to discover how certain tributes fought. They were competition, so James had to know each and every one of them. He stood next to the other careers but paid little attention to them. His plan was to be in an alliance with the other careers to take out the poorer districts. Until the end, at least. When James heard the tone of a younger girl, he turned his head and looked down. His icy blue eyes stared into Janet's as he listened to her speak. The two hadn't had much introduction to one another, but James had known her name from the beginning of the Hunger Games. He had first heard it at the reaping. A firm not and a light chuckle were shown and heard from the male district two tribute before he gave a serious reply.
"Of course," he said solemnly before allowing a small smirk to show at the corner of his lips. "They will all be the first to go." James spoke with depth and strength, his tone quite deep and defiantly proper for his age. The young man flicked his eyes from the girl and towards the other tributes, even the other careers. Leaning slightly forward, he faced her once again and whispered in her ear.
"And we will be the last alive."









