I heard you want to talk to me about my tribute as I looked at Effie Trinket.
Are you trying to make fun of me Wellindc? I find that distasteful. My last name, Snow, comes from my father who’s name was Gabriel Snow. He had given me his name after he saw my beauty which reminded him of the snow.
How old are you when you become president?
I am 18 when I became president of Panem.
What district are you in?
As the son of President Snow, I am from the 12th district.
Ok let’s start this over why do you fear the color blue?
I have no fear of the color blue, nor any other color. Colors hold no meaning for me, it is just an accessory for my outfits. It does not change who I am or what I do.
But you wear blue all the time like the same shade
Yes, but that is simply because it matches my eyes perfectly. Not because I fear any other color. Blue happens to be my favorite color as well.
So you’re starting Haymitch and esther while secretly scheming like how you did before
Smiles calmly. That would be quite amusing if I was. But it’s not true. I really am just focusing on being the perfect tribute like my father wished. And the Peaceowers will see my talent and potential. They will not dare to pick against me.
How come you guys haven’t had an uprising yet?
Because the Capitol is afraid of me. The Peaceowers know that if they were to pick someone that would try to rebel or defy them, I would be the most likely person to succeed. So they pick people that are weak. The tributes don’t stand a chance against the Careers.
And that’s because you train them how to fight and win
I only train those who show potential. I do not want them to go in blind. The Careers are highly trained, so why would I waste my time training someone who would not gain anything from it?
Sounds like what you’re saying is that you made your own little army. Or even better A Cult Following.
No, my followers are loyal only to me. There is no cult following. They follow me out of fear. Fear of what would happen if they were to cross me. My words are sharp, my threats more so.
You’ve got tattoos, your hairstyle, everything screams ‘If I’m gonna lose you’re gonna die first’
Is that supposed to scare me? I don’t have fear in my blood. I have respect, yes. But fear? No. I control fear. I use it to my advantage. People are too easily swayed by fear. I prefer respect. Steps closer to Wellindc.
Let’s keep it that way you might piss off Caesar that is the total opposite of you.
Caesar has no potential, that boy is nothing more than eye candy. If the Career Girls had chosen anyone else other than me, they would’ve picked Caesar. They wouldn’t even look twice at him.
Well here you go take this then hide it where ever you can. hands you the black feather
takes the feather, hiding it behind my back. Thank you. I’ll put this in a safe place where the Peaceowers won’t find it.
Bye, I will send you another item tommorow.
Of course. I’ll be waiting for your package, Wellindc.
Looks around. Well, what should I do now? I think I’ll head back to my room and plan my strategy for the arena.
you hear a guitar playing Revolution
Hmm, someone is playing Revolution on their guitar. Looks around. Where is that sound coming from?
walks through the hallway looking for the source of the music. Who could be playing that song in public? It’s not like anyone would dare defy the Peaceowers like that.
Scans the area, still hearing the faint guitar chords echoing in my mind. Someone must’ve been nearby. Huh. Strange.
Black fire works go off signaling a revolution
raises my eyebrow, stepping towards the Black fireworks that have gone off. What’s happening? Why is there a revolution happening right outside my window?
you pass out because of the bright flash and the ground trembling under your feet
Looks around, regaining consciousness and sees the chaos around me. Looks at my watch to see what time it is. What… what happened?
It’s already almost midnight! But, what caused this sudden uprising? Did someone finally try to challenge the Peaceowers?
About time someone tried to kill you Xavier~
pauses, contemplating whether or not to respond. Then, I sigh and answer. Who dares to try to kill me? Do they think they can stop me from becoming the perfect tribute?