you were picked for the games. the moment you had heard your name, the crowd had seemed like traitors. horrible, horrible traitors. you had stood up on the stage with some kid named.. vincent? the kid was young. 13 perhaps? it made guilt stir in your heart either way.

you had been promptly pushed away from the prying eyes of the people the moment you and vincent's hand had released from the tight and shaky grip that they had considered a handshake. and forcefully ushered into quiet rooms separated from any and all interactions. like it was a sit-out time — as though to think about what might lay ahead. it quickly ended with your family coming in. a quick whirl-wind of sorts, and it had different emotions swirling through you. finally, they had guided you out to a train.

vincent had been keen to see inside, while you had stayed behind. glaring sourly at the rude capitol people. the train doors closed before you could begin to speak your mind, and vincent led you to the main living room-like part of the train. there, he scurried happily around, talking non-stop while hurrying to the next room to mess with stuff.

you hadn't heard the man you'd soon call a 'mentor' stalk in after you both, until he had huffed — unamused — and narrowed his eyes at you when you had turned around. "aren't you just the happiest little duo." he mocked softly, glancing behind you at vincent who paid no mind that there was even someone else here. "what's your names, then?" he asked, pursing his lips.