Marth Telman's Story

(((OOC: THIS IS PRETTY MUCH SAYING THAT YOU CAN POST ABOUT TRAINING AND INTERACTING WITH OTHERS. I STILL NEED PEOPLE TO SEND IN WHAT WOULD HAPPEN DURING THE PRIVATE TRAINING WHICH THE GAME MAKERS WATCH.)))

The training room was packed with people. A couple of them sort of looked strong. A big burly kid especially stood out above the crowd. She saw another girl who practiced knife throwing with her. She wasn't that bad. There were some others who might have a chance, but most likely not. She felt embarrassed for the other kid from one. He wasn't nearly a career. She looked around at the pitiful crowd and shifted the knife in hand. She flicked her wrist and it landed dead center in the middle of the chest, in the hard. A couple stopped and looked her way. She grinned.

As I stood there waiting for the ceremony to be over I became nauseous. All the over-excited careers, all the scared little kids, it made me sick. "Emily Harting" Boomed over the announcements. A twelve-year old got up and started crying. Then as usual a cocky career walked up and volunteered. Everyone cheered over this girl for some reason. I sighed. Is this going to be over soon, I thought to myself.
"Now for the gentlemen," the announcer said.

Marth Telman

I froze for a second. Then I began walking up to the stand. My heart was beating normally. I wasn't suprised I wasn't afraid. I just wanted to walk. I was surprised when no one volunteered in my place. I mean, every kid over 14 in District 1 wants to be in the Hunger Games. The girl who was chosen was up on the stand already. She was beautiful. Her smile was amazing, but I could see in her eyes that she was just like all the other people there. As we both were escorted off into the Justice building, I saw her parents walk in they both seemed very proud of her daughter. They said went on talking to her cooing over her. Then there stood me. I was alone. I waited for something good to happen but nothing did.

After I had a chance to say goodbye to my bum family. I was escort brought to a train. I knew this would lead to my training and whatever entailed. I took one last look back at the world as I knew it and stepped onto the train. Everything there was pure luxury. I hadn't seen half the things on that train in 9 years. I didn't eat anything except bread. As the train ride progressed I only left my cabin to eat. I slept and read all the other time. I knew that if I was going to at least be able to survive for a minute I have to know what happens during the Hunger Games?

Harper

The train ride was something else. He had never eaten so much in his life. He knew the other girl tribute, but not very well. He knew that she didn't have any parents, at least that was what he thought, and that she was just as good a swimmer as he. Also good with spears. But he didn't talk to her much. Too busy stuffing his face.

His mentor was a middle-aged woman named Mags. She had won one of the first few Hunger Games, and although a bit....strange....she seemed to know what she was talking about. Her hook making skills were definitely not to be laughed at.

He managed to forget that he was going to a match where he'd be killed, talking about it with his mentor hypothetically. Now, as he entered the training room, it began to hit him how real this was.

The other tributes looked....how should he say this...a hell of a lot more ready than him. He knew his district had schools where they trained you to be top-notch tribute material. Harper never had any interest for it. Competition was annoying. Suddenly, he realized that after he had been picked, no one volunteered....huh. Guess he was really as annoying and useless as his father typically said he was.

Still, his father had given him some potentially life-saving advice. It wouldn't do to be mad at him. He stood up straight and tried not to look like such a pathetic weakling. Still, the sight of the tall muscled guy boxing a punching bag to bits wasn't helping.

He decided to go to the knots section. This, at least, he knew how to do. He had never picked up a sword, or strung an arrow before. The thought of doing so on a person made him a bit sick. This was really not what he was cut out for. Mags had advised that he not show off too much, since the element of surprise could save your life. Being surrounded by these A-type personalities just made him shrink away, no desire at all to pull a "hey, look what I can do!" He quietly made his knots, not really listening to the instructor. Please, he thought, [i]I've been making fishing nets since I was three. Not the best in my district, but not bad either.[i]

What he was really trying to listen to was the group of tributes that had gathered by the big guy. There was a blonde and a brunette girl there. The blonde one did most of the talking. She looked...unsavory. Something about her made Harper dislike her already. Were they making alliances already? The Careers, probably. He figured he didn't even need to worry about them trying to recruit him. He wasn't exactly that type of material.

Lissy

Ugh. This Griff guy is going to get on my nerves.

Sure. He was handsome. I guess. Maybe for some people. I had seen him around before, and a couple of my girl friends (of which I didn't have very many) would oggle him whenever he walked by. But now that I was here, up close to him, I realized that was the only good thing about him. The whole train ride, he wouldn't shut up about fashion. He didn't seem to like me too much. I can't really blame him. I wear whatever the hell I want, fashionable or not. He nearly died of excitement when we reached the Capitol.

I was homesick. I missed my family, the whole rambunctious lot. It was rare to have such a normal family. At least, that was what I thought. That we were normal. Both parents. Plenty of siblings. An unbelievable streak of luck. Of course, it had to end with me.

Well, maybe this was actually a good thing. Maybe it was one of those fate things Mom always talked about, that good things were still waiting for me. Perhaps I'd win this? It was a stretch, both to say this was a good thing and to think I could win it. I was so small. Too small. And one of the youngest. I had seen the tapes of the other tributes. Most of them were older than 15. Griff was 17. There was one girl, the one from District 12, that was younger than me. 12, from 12. She was almost as small as I was, maybe even smaller. I felt sorry for her. She was sure to be singled out. There were about two other people my age, one from also from 12, and the other a small guy from 1 (which frankly surprised me), and one 14 year old girl from 10. I might have missed some, but those were the ones that stuck out. Everyone else was older. So, what, that was five people, out of 24, younger than everyone else. It was disheartening to say the least.

By the time I got to training, it was bustling with people. I recognized most of them from their tapes. There was that big guy from 2. I think everyone remembered him. The devious looking girl from 1 who volunteered. The boy from 4 who took forever to realize he had been picked. The small guy from 1, who the girl seemed to be avoiding. The other girl from 2. And many, many others.

It looked like the Careers were already forming. I didn't doubt the girl from 1 for going to the big guy. He'd be a powerful asset. I involuntarily imagined myself as the punching bag he was hitting, and the result wasn't pretty. I liked to think, though, that it would take a lot of punches to take me down.

I didn't want to reveal my stamina here, since that was my real advantage. My mentor had agreed as well. Griff knew about it, I think. Knew of it. He seemed in love with the idea that the Capitol would find him so gorgeous that sponsors would come flocking to him, providing for him. I thought he was dreaming, but whatever. If he died when reality hit, it'd be one last person I might have to face or kill.

I went to the 'various weapons' area. Apparently, slingshots weren't a popular choice for the games. I picked out a sling. I didn't want to show off, but I didn't want to be ignored either. I wanted everyone to think twice before underestimating me. I knew my appearance was a huge disadvantage. I mean, come on, I look like a China doll. And not in a good way.

I picked a target, and effortlessly slung the rock. It hit squarely, almost lodging itself. It did leave a dent, which I was happy about. I grinned, and continued slinging, hitting the targets every time.

As the tributes started to train I walked to the survival training areas. I knew that the Hunger Games weren't about killing as many people as possible, it was about outsmarting them. I looked around at some of the other tributes. Precious was trying to get more people to manipulate on her side. She headed strait towards the shy boxer who was beating the s*** out of a boxing bag. Obviously, she was tricking him into becoming one of her minions. Also the girl from District 2 was also looking to get in on the action. After training for a couple minutes with a sword, I began to socialize with the othe tributes. I didn't want to be on a team like Precious, I just wanted some company. I scanned the training ground and spotted the girl from District five. She seemed like someone who would like to chat. I walked slowly over. "Hey!" I said in a cheery tone towards her general direction. She turned around. "How's it going?..... Other than, you know, being picked out of all the kids in your district to be sent to the hellhole," I asked.

Lissy

I smiled slightly at the District 1 boy's joke. I was just thinking about introducing myself to him, too. I guess he beat me to it. His sense of humor was nice too. The fact that he was male, helped. I tend to make better friends with guys than girls. Girls were just too....prissy. And although I knew that after the next few weeks I'd be in a death match with him, I figured it wouldn't hurt to get to know him just a little. Maybe not on a personal level, but acquaintances wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like I had a whole life ahead of me to make friends, anyways.

"Well, when you factor that out, I'm doing great," I replied, waiting patiently as he neared, "It kinda sucks though. I'm the youngest out of 6 kids, and everyone but me got by safely. So much for luck." She swung her empty sling back and forth, hand on her hip. "What about you? I noticed you were yet another who failed to get a volunteer in your place, despite your District's reputation." She eyed the District 4 boy tying knots as she said this. He was from another Career district, but oddly no one volunteered for him.

She turned back to the younger boy. "Can't suppose I could have your name?" she asked, "I like to know who exactly I'm up against." She herself held out a hand, "Mine's Felicity, officially. But you can call me Lissy. Or Lissy Doll, if you want to be particularly endearing." She winked and smiled toothily.

"Well, My name is Marth and it is a pleasure to meet you," I said as I shook her hand. "Hey, do you mind if I call you Felicity? I like that name," I said with a smile. "My story pretty much is I'm an homeless orphan. Also, I think the reason that no one volunteered in my place is everyone figured the could rely on Precious over their to win and didn't mind also having a smudge wiped off their perfect district," I said suddenly bitter. I decided to try an change the subject. "I can pretty much guarantee that The boy tribute from District Two is going to beat me to a pulp sometime within this thing," I said as I glanced and motioned over to Cassius. I just know that it will happen no mater what happens. "How about you anyone you're keeping your eye on?" I said wondering if she was just as nervous about being challenged to a death match with 23 other kids.

Lissy

Lissy shrugged. "Sure. I don't really care," she smiled again, "At least I'll always know who's calling me." She frowned a bit when she heard his story. No parents? She couldn't even imagine her life without hers. He seemed to hold some animosity towards the District 1 girl, Precious apparently. Lissy glanced at her.

Marth changed the topic before she could comment. She followed his eyes to the huge boy from two. Yep. He was one to look out for. "Well, everyone, mostly," Lissy replied with a small laugh, "You see this stature?" she gestured to herself, "Not exactly the peak of athletic health, like some of these people are. Though if I had to narrow it down....." she lowered her voice a bit, "probably the Careers. They get pretty brutal." She brightened up a bit and added, "But! Even if I'm worried, I can't let them see it! If I'm gonna go, I'm not going without a fight!" She said this a little too loudly, and people were starting to stare. She just stared them back. "You heard me!" she barked, "So train your asses off, or you'll get beat by a fairy like me!"

She wasn't sure if that was the smartest thing to say to 23 people who were aiming to kill her anyways. But she didn't want them to think she was just some scared little tribute. She was a little, but she wasn't overly afraid. She didn't really think she'd win, but she sure as hell would try!

She turned to Marth, trying to ignore some of the still persisting stares. "So. What do you think the arena will be like?"

p.D
P.D was furiouse,she was just so mad she was chosen...,although she new she would win.She was in deep thought as she began to walk to the traing room in her black and red jumpsuit with her fiery red hair flowing as she walkedfastly.While she was in deep thought she bumped into a girl...ah yes..the girl from district six,with her hair up in a messy ponytail,the same jumpsuit and with her eyes watery."Watch it!" P.d shouted as she eyed the girl..obivously not the strongest."Or I will add you to my kill list."She hissed then walked into the training room.

As soon as she entered Palaina headed towerds the spears,ignoring the other people talking.She just wanted to get her anger out real quick,so she grabbed the longest spear and threw it into an area on the dummy...a critical hit,she thought and clenched her fists,letting out a sigh.Palaina brushed the bangs out of her hair and headed over to the group that was talking.She plastered a fake smile on her face and faced the group."Hii,sorry to intrued but,I'm Palaina,district four."she let a genuine smile cross her face as she held out a hand.

Elenour
Elenour sobbed as she was walking to the training room,ske knew she might die and she also knew she would leave her family forever.She bit her lip when,a fiery redhead bumped into her Watch it! she heard her say.Elenour was just about to say something when she said Or I will add you to my kill list.Elenour clenched her teeth in anger.As she watched the girl walk past her and enter the training room,she pounded her fist against a wall.

She entered the training room with red eyes and a messier ponytail than it was when she put it up.She walked past the group and over to the berries and nuts table.She quickly identified all of the nuts and berries excep one.Elenour pointed to an orange color berry,with a confused look on her face."Toxic?"she said outloud .The insructed nodded and smiled.She had a good feeling that she wouldn't die over toxic things.She then swiftly walked over to the knot tying section and waited for the district six male.

Well, a lot happened all over the training room.
My first big mistake was to actually get in before that girl from district one had actually gotten Cassius to be a Career! Well number one plan failed. He was supposed to be on my side. I was jealous-I never wanted Cassius to be a Career, he was supposed to protect me until the time was right for me to defend myself. I was outraged, she was the first I was gonna kill in the arena, no doubt.
I heard a bit more chatter going on in the room. I turned around to see the boy from district one had begun talking to a girl from district five. No offence, but they seemed like an easy target, maybe one of the firsts to go. But I couldn't be the one to talk, I would probably be killed with them. I could see Precious was trying to avoid asking him to be a Career, for sure. Well, at least some people were getting along.
Cassius then started to reply to me, I wanted to ignore him-but after all he never knew my scheme so I tried to pull a fake smile while he spoke.
"Nice to finally meet you, I've seen you around the district before. I guess we just never had the time to talk. As you already heard, I'm Cassius."
"Yeah," I said, shaking his hand.
Then everyone stared(I think), well Cassius and I watched at this red haired girl from district four storm in and almost knock out a poor girl from district six, who had been crying, it was obvious. Ok, I have to admit, if Cassius doesn't win then this district four girl will. Look at her aggression! She immediately took a spear and threw it, I was taken aback. She then stormed toward us. I hope she wasn't gonna kill us too.
"Hii,sorry to intrued but,I'm Palaina,district four," she said.
I didn't know what to say. But I thought a bout it for a moment. Plan B. I was gonna try my tactic on her, if Precious didn't want her as a Career, I was gonna take her, I had to get in there quick-act fast.
"Hi, I'm Crystal, District two," I said, ignoring Cassius. I smiled hoping she'd take my side first, I needed her if I wanted to win the game, of course.

"Hopefully it will have things to climb and places to hide," I said as I began to try my hand at the activity next to Felicity. It was basic archery training. I shot one or two shots at the target they were scattered from right next to the bullseye to the outer ring. I turned back to her as "You can probably tell that I'll need as much cover as possible," I said jokingly. I thought about all my time climbing buildings back in District 1. It might not be the same as climbing a tree or a mountain but it might give me an advantage. I looked up at the kid from district six climbing quickly up the climbing wall. He was fast, but I was faster. I knew that I shouldn't show off in the training room or people would notice me as a threat. I had to though, I noticed some people were giving me sideways glances and avoiding me. I doubt they were afraid of me. So I decided it's time to show them what I got. "Well good luck out there," I said to Felecity. "Hope we won't have to meet each other out their and may the odds be ever in you favor," I said as I walked away. I faced her until I finished talking.

As I went over to the climbing wall I saw the kid from District six descending from the wall. I had picked up a lot of tricks from the street on climbing buildings which as it turns out is more difficult than climbing rock walls. I had already mastered climbing buildings. I was able to climb the wall incredibly easily once. Then I decided to show off a bit so people would take me just a little more seriously. I took off my harness.

As I looked at the wall I then realized the magnitude of all of this. Not just me climbing a rock wall, but the Hunger Games. I was up against impossible odds. I was going to have to defy gravity. I was going to have to literally try and survive the entire thing. I got a little nauseous at first, but then I decided I needed to focus on what's in front of me. I ran towards the wall and jumped. I was already a third of the way up. I let my legs dangle I continued to climb as fast as I could. I arms began to get a little tried but I knew they could easily last another hour of this. I made it to the top in 45 seconds. I looked down. I must have been 35 feet in the air. I had jumped from higher buildings than this at home. I was about to jump. Then I realized they would know that you could do that. Then some people might start to consider me as a threat. I decided to just quickly descend from the wall itself.

Harper

Harper nearly eyed the other District 4 tribute as she trained. He hadn't seen much of her on the train, but here, with her brilliant red hair....he thought he had seen her around. She had a weird name, he knew. P.J. or P.B. or something. He almost winced each time she threw her spear into the target. Thwack! Thwack! He began to wonder if the real person he should be wary of was her. He watched her go over to the Careers. Probably introducing herself. Hadn't she volunteered herself? He didn't know. Nor did he care. The more he looked at her, the more he disliked her. And everyone else here. Type A's everywhere.

He pulled his knot tightly in frustration, and a girl had come to join him at the station. District...six? Or five? No, five was a scrawny, pipsqueak of a thing. She had been talking loudly earlier. Something about everyone needing to train. He shrugged her out of his mind. Hopefully he wouldn't have to worry about her. She was so small, she'd either be killed right away, or be hidden from everyone else, trying to avoid contact. He doubted she would outright attack anyone.

He watched the girl in front of him tangle the ropes into what could hardly be called knots. At least not good ones. Heheh....not good knots...knot good nots...Knot good naughts....Knot for naught....not...

Ok, he was having way too much fun with that.

He put down his own rope and asked, "Need help with that?"

Lissy

I nodded as Marth left. I watched him climb for a bit before resuming my slingshot, this time with the Y shape. I hit a couple more targets, and then hit the ceiling just for the hell of it. After a metallic "ping!" sound, the rock dropped back to the ground. The targets were too easy. Too stationary. I put the slingshot away and just flung rocks at them. It was more difficult, and I missed a couple times, but my aim was still good. After a while I stopped and moved to the fire-making station. This one would probably save my life more than the other one. I sat on my haunches and listened to the instructor carefully as he explained how to build a pit.

Griff
Hands in his pockets, Tony Griffith scanned the training area. His face looked almost serious, quite a strange occurrence for the guy. Where was the usual smirking and flirting? No, he was actually preoccupied with scoping out the competition. There were the usual Careers. Bulky, brawny. Brainless, if he was lucky. But there were a surprising amount of scrawny, skinny characters, mean and little-looking. Griff lifted an eyebrow. Maybe he shouldn't count them out so soon.

Well, either way, he thought, sauntering into the center of the room. I've got a good chance here. Slouching, he looked like he didn't have a care in the world.

His eyes wandered to the slingshot station. And who should he see but Lissy Doll Evans. He made a tch noise, observing her as she hit a target. That Lissy. She'd shot him death glares all throughout the train ride. He hadn't known her back at home, but he knew right off the bat that he wouldn't have wasted his time. She was too boyish, too unshapely, too-- well, frankly, she seemed kind of witchy. Shooting daggers with her eyes at him just for trying to make some friendly conversation.

He wasn't convinced, of course. She was probably just acting tough because she was bowled over by being with him at close quarters. Every girl in District 5 had a thing for him. It was just a fact of life. It was hard work being so gorgeous.

Griff crept down the aisle, watching as some kid went down and tried to strike up a conversation with her. He recognized the guy as the District 1 tribute. He lifted an eyebrow. Marth hardly looked like a Career. Well, all the easier to kill him in the games, then.

Griff butted his way in when he saw Marth leave, slinging his arm around Lissy's waist. "Heeey there," he said, that arrogant grin back on his face. He gave her a wink. "Making friends, I see!"

As I finally made it to the ground I was content. I walked over to the swords and started to train. I'm not the most impressive swordsman in Panem, but I could definatly handle myself in a fight. I began chopping away at the dummy. I even was able to behead it. After about 15 minutes of destroying the dummy, I walked over to the corner and decided to scout out the competition. Precious was obvious earning a reputation as the leader of the careers. By the looks of it Cassius wasn't stupid, he was on to Precious. He knew that everyone was out for number one. I thought about how far everyone could get. What if Precious actually won. What if Cassius betrayed her and went ballistic. Anything could happen, but someone definatly had to do something about Cassius and Precious. I decided to wait until they split up. I could befriend Cassius and try to convince him that Precious will end up betraying him. Even if he planned to kill her she would get him first. Then I could confront Precious and try to trick her into forming an alliance with someone who would get her killed. As soon as they finished talking to eachother I started to approach Cassius.

Palaina replied. I nodded, smiling. Then turned around to see Cassius had been talking to Precious .
Ok this was really starting to bug me, like I would actually fit in as a Career...I wanted to know what they were saying.
I waved to Paliana and, not to make it obvious, I went over to another close activity, tying knots. I saw another pair there. They seemed nice but not strong enough for Precious to pick. I smiled at them, taking a seat next to them and began tying a rope. I actually got the hang of it, plus I overheard some of the gossip about the Careers.
I knew something seemed fishy. Like that with Precious as their leader, and her little minons were being recruited. In the past it was only districts 1,2 and 4 that were the Careers. But now she'd began a Career pack with another tribute from district six. I was sort of jealous, not that she hadn't asked me, she did. But because I hadn't taken the offer.
I looked up for a moment when I heard no noise, a boy walked over to Cassius. What! Was he a Career too? I wasn't sure but something about him seem as if he was going to say something important, I stood up. I had no idea why, Cassius was a Career now, he could take care of himself. But I did, waiting for this tribute to come over. After all, I wanted to know what he was going to say, if he was a Career-half the room practically was-I would join.

I'd be fairly happy with my result of the seven. Let's face it, only the so called "Careers" had beaten me. I tied with Mykeisha Bruma and Helmet. I didn't know who they were. But I wanted to meet them, maybe they could help me after all.
The games were soon to start and I'd figured some of the peoples strong points and their weaknesses, which was a good thing. The more you learn-the longer you'll survive.
Cassius got a ten, I was jealous, for sure. But I knew he deserved it. He worked hard to get it, I know. I showed off my spear throwing. I would've shown how I hunt but they're not going to bring in a poor little innocent rabbit to be slaughtered by me, are they? So I went with my spear throwing. I hit the target with power but obviously not enough. There were still more training to go and I had just started warming up in this game. I was prepared, otherwise I wouldn't volunteer.
I had looked closely at what scores people got. I was also certain Precious was going to claim top spot; she was the leader of the Careers, they must have power and she's got it.
I saw that Palaina got a nine and john got an eight, the others were lower than me. Which was good, not much competition. It doesn't mean that I will last the longest, I'll probably die first, it just means that the Gamekeepers can help get sponsers for you.
I wandered, still staring at the boy walking toward us. Thinking. I hope tomorrow's training session I see more action and fighting or something surprising happen between tributes.

As I walked closer to Cassius I noticed a few people were noticing me. I didn't quite see what districts they were from. I was staying focused at the task at hand. Precious had already gone off to practice more. As Cassius was about to turn around and go back to doing whatever, I came beside him. "You know she's going to kill you the second you lose your value to her," I said with my back turned to his forward facing direction. He turned to me. "That's what the rich from District 1 do. Once something becomes obsolete they destroy it." I continued.

Cassius was just about to follow Precious when Marth had approached him, He had something on his mind and he knew it, but instead of facing Cassius he turned around as if he were staring at a different direction. Cassius got the message and started to pick up the punching bag that laid on the floor for no apparent reason. "You say it as if the object of this game is not to kill the competitors." Cassius said as he propped up the bag as if he were talking to it.

"Look I know what you're getting at, she's using me. I figured that out right after she left my side after confirming our alliance. That girl over there, from my district, never said a word to me in my life until now. Even you right now, you're probably trying to do the same." Cassius said. "Yeah I understand how this game goes. I'm probably the strongest here, but yet you approach me with a warning. It'd be smart to let me die, it'd be even smarter to get me on your side." Cassius said as he told Marth. "Listen, don't take it personal. I'd like to believe you're genuinely a nice guy" Cassius said before sighing.

Cassius began to walk away from Marth as he dropped the bag. He suddenly stopped in his place. "I'll tell you what, when the games first start I won't attack you, after that we're enemies, got it" Cassius said now facing Marth. "By the way, my name's Cassius Rhodes if you haven't already heard. Maybe will get a chance to talk face to face" Cassius said before turning back around to head to Precious. He'd said it facing him to do a bit of a favor. If the others saw him talking to Cassius they might consider them friends and possibly think twice about attacking him.

I heard everything. My ears were alert and had heard the conversation between the boy from district 1 and Cassius. Ok, so I was mentioned as the one who wanted to talk then abandon. What does he expect; he was the one who chose the wrong side, not me. That district 1 tribute's right. Before he could walk away I wanted to talk to him. At least he's got some sense, some brains. I may need that help in the games.
I rushed towards him, just as Cassius began to leave with his leader. What a sheep.
"Hi, there. I'm Crystal, from district two. You must be from district one. It's nice to meet you," I said, smiling. He's bound to smile back right. He's looking out for other tributes, he seems nice enough, so he's sure to look out for me. Give a friendly "hi" at least.

This conversation wasn't over in my book. I turned around towards Cassius and grabbed his wrist. "Listen, Cassius, I'm not looking for mercy. I'm not looking for an alliance. I'm looking for a winner. If you think that I think that I have any chance of winning, then you have less a chance of survival than I do. I'm not going to win, but I want the correct person to win." I said to him. "Think about what would happen if that snake, Precious, won," I said disgusted. Listen I know about both you parents. I know how your mother died awhile ago. I also know that your father is dying," I said calmly. "I also lost, not one, but both of my parents," I said sympathetically. "Now Cassius, I'm not going to try to even try to get you to like me,which is a shame considering you seem like a great guy. You have to trust me though," I said as stern as possible.

Cassius turned around Marth and listened to what he had to say after he grasped his wrist. Cassius was astonished that he knew about his parents and saw that he was in the same boat as him. Someone that could understand him, a friend. He stared at Marth for a moment and then smiled. "I trust you, now do your best to make this look real" Cassius muttered under his breath so no one would hear including Crystal who Marth blew off to finish what he had to say. "Hey, get your hands off me" Cassius yelled as he grabbed Marth by his shirt, but not too roughly. He was trying to make a scene so he could still be a part of the careers and hoping that Marth would be apart of Crystal's group if the opportunity presented itself. If Cassius didn't win he decided that Marth was going to be the one to live in the end. Cassius gave Marth a look as if he were about to punch him, hoping that someone would separate them.