While not the most charismatic or even accustomed to speaking in front of large crowds Lanni continued her act until reaching the interior of the building where she would potentially be spending one of the final weeks of her life. It was a rather chilling revelation, but one that was almost inevitably destined to come true. There were twenty three other Tributes to outlast - larger and stronger Tributes. About all she had on her side were her smarts. She could only hope that it was enough. Sponsorship alone would not get her out of the arena, but it certainly helped.
Of course, the tiny girl was determined to do nearly anything to obtain such sponsorship. So far, her prospects were promising. The crowds at the gates seemed like fans, but would it last? Tributes often unfolded to be something else entirely once the Games themselves began. It was kill or be killed, which could turn even the most timid into a savage. That, she did not want to think about, though.
"Well, they seem to admire us at least. They're probably expecting a spectacle similar to that of Clemont and Hikari. I definitely planted it in their minds." She inferred once safely behind the tower's doors. A small chuckle slipped from between her lips. "A shocking experience, perhaps rather literally..."
And shocking it would have to be if there was to be a District 3 Victor in the 49th Annual Hunger Games.
Whether herself or Chip, Lanni eyed them both. They at least had something to fight for, bright futures as some of Panem's greatest engineers. Regardless, the small girl knew that her District was losing a great mind if even only one of them was slain. The most they could do if attempt to keep whatever legacy they carried alive. There was no doubting that the larger and older boy beside her understood it about as much as she did. "A week of fun? Well, at least it's not the week of hell." She retorted in attempts to lighten the situation that they were currently trapped in. It was much for somebody so young to take in as the effects on previous Victors easily showed. Trauma; PTSD. It never truly left a person.
"Let's go. Apparently the Capitol will spoil us all week." She finally remarked as she entered the elevator that would take them up to their floor. Being District 3 they were, of course, situated on the third. "It's almost funny really how they're insistent on fattening us up. I suppose to lure us into their game?"
Lanni began to ponder much. The nature of the Games, her role in them, and what exactly it would take to make it out alive. They were fast-passing thoughts that only seemingly shut off as the elevator abruptly stopped, marking the first introduction to her new, and possibly final, actual home before being sent into the arena.
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