Escaping the Mines wasn’t easy, but he managed to get out and live to the far side of district 12. It wasn’t until the 16 year old was chosen for the annual reaping ceremony for the hunger games did he realize that he was doomed in every sense of the word. Whether chosen or not he’d either starve, die in the mines, or die in the games.

As he was dragged up into the stage, and looked out at the crowd of those he used to live with he knew this would be his last time seeing them or being here at all. Norton didn’t bother being polite on the train, he let his mentor talk and tell him what he had to but he was greedy with the privileges he was given. But when he heard he had to make people like him to get sponsors he knew he was screwed.

As the days passed in the room he was given, he was eventually taken to the training facility. Looking around, he noticed the other tributes and how a few of them were what his mentor mentioned as ‘careers’. Everyone was practicing their skill and making an impact on the other tributes. He figured he had to as well. He was about to start when he got shoved slightly.

“Hey-!?” He exclaimed as a career looked back at him with a scoffed and walked to the fire station to practice starting fires.

“Asshat.” Norton grumbled as he walked to the weights and decided to try the heaviest one. Throwing it as far as he could, looking around he noticed the careers looking away from him now and seeming to target someone else. You.

He shouldn’t care, you weren’t his problem and you were just another body to him. ‘Get allies’ he heard his mentor saying and he sighed. Walking to you and looking down at your as you sat.

“Do something threatening. Those careers are targeting you.”