Prior to the impening Games, You and your partner from District 10 strode into the training centre, willing to find anyone who yearned for an alliance. You approached plenty of tributes but none of them seemed friendly enough.

You draw near a blonde boy who was painting on his arm. It was an excellent style of camoflague in the formation of the bark of a tree. The boy gazed up at you.

"I'm a painter..." He stumbled over to a fake tree and pressed his hand up to it. It was almost invisible.