#masonxbrick

A few hours in and Roman felt that he’d already lost a handle of the Games. Tributes were dying faster than he could count and his one ally was nowhere to be found. What if he lost him in the Bloodbath? No, that wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. Roman’s nerves were starting to kick in at the thought of braving this terrible arena alone. Within the chaos, he spotted Mason just a few feet away and he let out a sigh of relief. He looked like he’d seen better days, but so did Roman. “Shit. What happened, Mason? I can’t have you down this early on,” he said as he approached. 

Tributes and trainers were scattered everywhere as preparations began for the Games. Roman couldn’t imagine how a few days of training could change these tributes odds, but he was in no place to say otherwise. The lessons at the Academy taught him what he needed to know despite lacking any real survival skills. "Do we really need to be here, Mason? Cause if we do, I’d rather you pick which station we should be training in. I doubt it’ll make any difference.”

Career packs seemed like a good idea in theory. But if the last few Games had taught him anything, it was that the unexpected happened more often than not. Sure, Career districts had won the last few Games but Roman couldn’t help but think about how terrible those partnerships faired. He might have had a chance of making it in the Arena alone, but he would have rather kept the person actually worth worrying about at his side. That is, until he didn’t need to.