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As I was waving I looked back and saw thomas I went back to the window and continued he made a remark I was a bit confused.I cocked my head and looked back."What thats how I usually act like."I said smiling and it was true she has wisdom like a adult and was smart like one but her personality was like a 11 year old or younger.I knodded it should be interesting."Come on lets go were here."I said as I saw the train stop.The door opened and there were cameras every were I smiled I felt like a celebrity even know there probrably betting on what point in the game will I die in.I looked back and saw thomas hesitate."Come on thomas."I said pulling his arm like a little kid wanting there parents to see somthing in the store and I pulled him deeper intoi the crowd.I smiled and fliped my hair out of my face.I stepped off the train farther away from it atleast and smiled and waved as they went nuts over us.I looked down the rows of other tributes of course they had more people at there stop but this was enough here.I continued to smile and wondered were the mentor was.I heard thomases stomach growl and wispered."Now you wish you had that apple?"I said jokingly I gave him one I had under neath my sleeve that I was going to save for later"Here"I said putting it right in his hand.I waved again after that."Thank me later" I said. with a contept smile on my face.Then As I looked around I saw that kid from that other district she was soooo young the youngest tribute this year.When i focused on that I was wisked away to the remake center.

When LaHarl first stepped out of the train car, the first thing he wanted to do was to go straight back in, to avoid the immense noise that the Capitol residents were creating. They were incredibly over-excited for the arrival of the tributes and for a moment, he really considered frowning and shouting at them to be quiet. How could they be so excited for the arrival of twenty-four innocent teenagers that had just arrived to effectively be taken to their execution? LaHarl wouldn't be surprised if some of the residents were making bets between them on who would be the first to die and who would win. Before he made any rash actions though Robinson's words resounding throughout his head. Resources. Sponsors. Life. He needed to humour these people, he needed to get them to like him and Nicole. He was sure Nicole would be able to win them over, but with him, the task was a little bit harder. He had walked off the train with a passive face on. His real face, not a fake smile to please the viewers. LaHarl couldn't act and he certainly would not be able to do it under pressure. He needed something that he could go back to, to make him seem more approachable and definitely more likeable. He tried to think. His eyes looked around the other tributes, they all were doing things to grab the media's attention. They were blowing kisses and smiling. Some tributes were interacting with each other to please the viewers but they never went further than holding hands. An idea suddenly became known, he looked down towards the blonde girl and whispered,
"Nicole, smile and wave, alright? We need to please them, so to that I say let's make them go crazy. Whatever I do, remember you're safe."

With no warning at all, LaHarl reached under her arms and lifted her off the ground as if she was a graceful doll. Within just a few seconds he had carefully and comfortably rested her on his right shoulder and kept her balanced with his right hand. He just hoped that she was able to pose herself in a way that their audience would like. Along with the open team tribute bonding, LaHarl threw in a defiant punch to the air with his free upper limb and kept his arm up with a fisted hand. Whilst remembering his own personal joke about flying tributes, LaHarl didn't have to fake a smile. He genuinely grinned at the crowd and he knew that it he came off as a confident strong and worthy tribute. If other tributes thought they were instant-winners, he couldn't see why the Distritct 10 tributes couldn't think so either.

LaHarl knew his quick thinking paid off, because almost instantly all of the cameras turned from the District 1 tributes towards him and Nicole. He unfisted his hand and waved greatly to greet them all. And even though he still thought they were annoying, he took pleasure in the fact that the crowd got even noisier at his actions. They started whistling, clapping and shouting more... and simply because he had showed team spirit. It was amazing. He continued waving, whilst looking up at Nicole to smile at her and to check that she was okay. She seemed fine enough. After a minute or so, he decided that they had pleased the crowd enough by now, but instead of placing Nicole back down on the floor, he started walking towards the Remake Centre whilst still carrying her on his shoulder. Just before they disappeared through the door, LaHarl turned around towards the crowd again and threw his hand in the air for those who had been loyal enough to watch them leave. After that he turned and walked through the doors of the Remake Centre.

*Next Post District 3 Apartments*

Nicole Hathway
District Ten

I had listened intently as our mentor told us that our speculations were incorrect. So we willbe able to use the canisters. I was not sure and could not recall. I am glad i got something right though. I take in eery word though remembering his advice.i will trymy hardest to rember those words in the arena.

Before there isa chance for us to say much else though a bell goes offalerting us that we havearrived. Immediately my stomach churns as i look out the wimdow. I am not ready for this. All the capitol people are cheering as te tributes exit. I stand besideLaHarl at the exit hardly aware of our mentor leaving and try to ggt my bearings.

The doors open and we walk out. I try to plaster a smile onmy face and startaving.i am so consumed by all thisand before i realize what he is doing LaHarl has lifted me up omto his houlder. I do not say anything now though and after making sure iam not going to fall off i smile triumphantly at the crowd and wave. It feels so wrong but i know it is necessary. We need sponsors and this is just the way to get them.

It all goes by so fast and before i know it LaHarl is near theentrance o the remake center. Before he enters though he turns around. I have to grip part of his head feeling as thouh i am going to fall off before i can give a final smile and wave to the crowd.

cant get my poststyle and crappywriing and typos sorry! On my awful nook

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D I S T R I C T 10


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↘↘ V followed her father look to where their Tributes made a show. Her eyebrows rose as she watched, seeing a side of LaHarl she'd not seen before. Well dad must have gotten to him somehow. LaHarl and His Fair partner were mobs and flowed along their way. Then she rolled eyes a bit when her dad said she didn't have a problem with being pretty. Why do parents always think their kids are lovely no matter what? She smiled though and tried to do her best to be something this people wanted, during her wait on the train, she even change her shirt, pulled up her hair and added some make-up."I'll do my best dad"She did just that pouring out the charm. She knew the reason her dad wanted her to come with him. Answering question throw at her and saying hello to those who knew her from other trips, like a pro, until.


One last reporter posed this question,
" So what do the young ladies of think of LaHarl in your District"
She coughed, jokingly
" We of course mean, what do you think! He such a looker? Little rough cut but still easy on the eyes ay?"

V face heated up, as if it had a well of its own, her tongue become stuck, She stammered,
" Uh... We... ?!"
Out of all the things she been asked at these things, she'd not, been ask how she felt about a Tribute.

The reporters face light up as she got maybe the first story of the game.
"Ohh I see, Well well."
She wrote some notes and hope nobody else had seen what she'd seen other then her film man.

V tried to find something to say and she told the reporter,
" We like his hair? I sure hope they don't do anything like dying it or something...."
She said lamely

"Of course you don't Dear. Well lovely talking with you."
The Reporter all but ran off to write up her story and edit the shots...

((Which aired that night. All about District 10. In which the mentor's daughter had fallen madly in love with the dreamy male Tribute. She'd even followed him to the games to be close to the one she loved.))

Not knowing about this until later that night V held on to her dad's arm and wanted to kill herself for sounding soo dumb. She hoped, that had not done harm to father's plans.

Fully alive ⋆

More than most ⋆

Ready to smile, and love life ⋆

Despite our strange mentor, Daren, the train ride to the Capitol wasn't as horrid and terrifying as I had first thought it would be. In fact, I felt rather calm while sitting in front of a table, nibbling away on banana bread, a personal favorite of mine that was rare to be had back in our district. I usually only received it from my brother on my birthday, but since this was the hunger games, I saw no reason not to get my fill of the delicious food while I was here. There was nothing wrong will filling myself up now, for I'm sure we'd be starving once we entered the arena. My brother had seemed to have forgiven me for my volunteering, but I could still sense that he was cross with my mindless decision. I'd have to talk to him about it later on. He had to know that I would not idly stand by and let him go in alone. Everything we do, we do together. No matter what!

I was about to talk to him again when the awe inspiring sight of the Capitol appeared in the windows of the train. I quickly got up and went to the window, staring out at all the brightly colored citizens outside. They all seemed so happy and cheerful to me. Maybe if I wasn't going in here to fight to the death I might befriend a few of them, for I loved cheery people. Well, despite my reservations at wanting to seem stoic and stern, Daren had advised me to use my exuberance to help me win supporters, and I was quick to begin waving at the crowd of people. Their response to my happy waving was instantaneous, and I could swear I heard their cheering raise dramatically. I giggled and laughed for them, and even blew a few kisses in their directions. My brother would have none of the action and remained seated in his chair, watching me with something between disgust and admiration. I shrugged at him with a slight smile and continued waving until we were ordered off the train and into the remake center.