SerenaStark
Marvel's Minon
Name: Serena Kinsley
Age: 15
District: 8
Appearance: http://0.s3.envato.com/files/39041661/valua_0784 copy.jpg
Serena looked out from her seat on the train to the thousands of adoring fans shouting her's and her counterpart's names. How could they make her go back? How could this happen? They had promised that by winning the Games she would be granted safety and she and her family would be taken care of. But not this. This definitely hadn't been in the cards.
She brushed her blonde braid back behind her shoulder and got to her feet. She followed her male district partner who had won the games about 15 years ago along with their frilly little Capitol escort. Serena had won 3 years ago at the age of 12, and she was definitely not the same little girl she had been the first time she had arrived at the Capitol. She had grown into a young woman: the Beauty of District 8 as the Capitol called her. As she peered around at the others climbing off their own transporters she noted that she knew quite a few of them. Not personally, but she knew their faces from past Games. She knew this was going to be bad. All of them were trained killers and founds themselves victorious in the Arena. Now only one of them could survive and she was sure that the Capitol had quite a few tricks up their sleeve.
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Gale lumbered off the train as his sharp gaze glanced around the thousands of people that had gathered to watch the past victors arrival. It sickened him. How could people line up like this to watch innocent lives be stolen? And without a shred of guilt no less. It was crazy to think about but that's what was happening. Could there be anything worse? Well there might be one thing: Some of the tributes paraded around like they were happy to be back. Many would argue that this was just a ploy to get sponsors once the games started, but even so the idea of anyone happily prancing back to the Capitol to help them kill people was just unbearable.
He did his best to shrug it off as he walked through the narrow walkway that was surrounded by his biggest "fans" shouting his name as he worked his way by them. He didn't look at any of them. Or at least he tried not to. He didn't want to give into the thrill nor the atmosphere. That wasn't what he was about and wasn't going to change his beliefs just to think that he had a slight chance of walking out of here alive. His female counterpart followed after him. He knew who she was but neither of them spoke to one another. There wasn't much to say. They were walking into an early grave.
Age: 15
District: 8
Appearance: http://0.s3.envato.com/files/39041661/valua_0784 copy.jpg
Serena looked out from her seat on the train to the thousands of adoring fans shouting her's and her counterpart's names. How could they make her go back? How could this happen? They had promised that by winning the Games she would be granted safety and she and her family would be taken care of. But not this. This definitely hadn't been in the cards.
She brushed her blonde braid back behind her shoulder and got to her feet. She followed her male district partner who had won the games about 15 years ago along with their frilly little Capitol escort. Serena had won 3 years ago at the age of 12, and she was definitely not the same little girl she had been the first time she had arrived at the Capitol. She had grown into a young woman: the Beauty of District 8 as the Capitol called her. As she peered around at the others climbing off their own transporters she noted that she knew quite a few of them. Not personally, but she knew their faces from past Games. She knew this was going to be bad. All of them were trained killers and founds themselves victorious in the Arena. Now only one of them could survive and she was sure that the Capitol had quite a few tricks up their sleeve.
~
Gale lumbered off the train as his sharp gaze glanced around the thousands of people that had gathered to watch the past victors arrival. It sickened him. How could people line up like this to watch innocent lives be stolen? And without a shred of guilt no less. It was crazy to think about but that's what was happening. Could there be anything worse? Well there might be one thing: Some of the tributes paraded around like they were happy to be back. Many would argue that this was just a ploy to get sponsors once the games started, but even so the idea of anyone happily prancing back to the Capitol to help them kill people was just unbearable.
He did his best to shrug it off as he walked through the narrow walkway that was surrounded by his biggest "fans" shouting his name as he worked his way by them. He didn't look at any of them. Or at least he tried not to. He didn't want to give into the thrill nor the atmosphere. That wasn't what he was about and wasn't going to change his beliefs just to think that he had a slight chance of walking out of here alive. His female counterpart followed after him. He knew who she was but neither of them spoke to one another. There wasn't much to say. They were walking into an early grave.
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