"I am not writing her off. I'm being realistic." And harsh, but what about this isn't? She raises a brow at him. "And do you think you're being fair? You don't even know the other tributes name." Sometimes she forgets how annoying everyone from the districts can be, but Hayes especially. She has worked with him for years and likes to think that she knows him pretty well — but the truth is that distance makes the heart grow fonder and typically in the off season of the games, Gemma remembers him through rose coloured glasses. Remembers him as a sweet little boy who listens to her and does as he is told. It's only when they're working together again that she remembers what a challenge he actually is. Still... she could do a lot worse. District Twelve in particular makes her want to stab her eyes out with a crystal studded fork. Eleven and ten aren't much better. Four would be ideal. But for now she can make this work or she will die trying. "There's tension between One and Two lately but all of their tributes come from the academy this year, I doubt they'll want to split. Four is a wild card but probably your most realistic option for now."
An eyebrow arched upwards at Gemma as Hayes glanced towards the door that was consistently closed. “His name is Trenton. He knows how to make explosives and that’s all I got from him before he became attached at the lips with Genera so.” A shrug on his shoulders, Hayes leaned back in his chair. The front legs lifted off the tiled foor, but he kept his balance with the toe of his boot. Losing his balance in front of Gemma would be embarrassing, even though he knew the escort could shove him if she really wanted to. And he was really giving her reason to want to. But once he got in the rhythm of scheming with Gemma, it was hard to stop. Fingers lacing together over distressed blonde hair, Hayes sighed. “How much of a wild card are we talking? Because I have a feeling they’re saying the same about us right now…and two wild cards might be too many...”
















