#mj;start

“Hello! Hello? Hellooo?!” Boe had been ignored by tributes, mentors, and sponsors alike, but he hadn’t yet lost his smile. He hadn’t lost his persistence either, he wouldn’t, this was nothing in comparison to what was to come. Bouncing up on the balls of his feet, he waved a hand, and caught someone’s attention. “Excuse me? You, yes you. I need a quote for the Capitol Sun. What do you think? Of the Capitol? Of the Games? Come on, gimme something!! Here! Real, quick, lemme just--” The camera snapped and he grinned even wider. “Perfect!” 

The Capitol was magnificent. Its buildings were stood tall and proud, its people giddy and flamboyant, even the weapons in the training center gleamed handsomely. He’d struggled to keep his eyes off of the silver swords and arrows, but there were more important things at play here. Rather than watching the weapons, Leo turned his attention to the tributes and used every bit of his training to scope them out. Who was agile? Strong? Fast? And given time he felt confident about his observations. “Aw, come on,” Leo approached one tribute in particular that piqued his interest, “you can do better than that.” 

“Kill them. I don’t care if they look like dead people. Muttations are muttations. Unnatural monsters twisted to set our troops off balance. I won’t have it. Send off any compromised soldiers to the rebuilding efforts in 2 or 13 or shift them over to a support role. I won’t allow for one of their emotional lapses to put other citizens in danger. If they can’t fight the enemy, they shouldn’t be fighting.”

“Finally,” Cato grinned, clearing the last few specks of blood from his sword with a gloved finger, “it’s time to finish what I started. Who’s next?”