Anthony Petron • D2

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=2e0854] Anthony Dylan Petron & Mackenzie Mae Petron District Two Represented by Jonathan Bennett & Zendaya Coleman

[bg=2e0854]*** A camera begins rolling. Two figures are faintly illuminated by a pale orange light. One tightly clutches the other's hand, and he is fighting his own tears. "It's alright, Kenzie. The nice people just want to ask us a few questions," he told her quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He is a stocky man, with a faint beard forming on his broad chin. He is somewhat hourglass shaped, with well-developed muscles. He has faint freckles, a few spread unevenly on each cheek. His skin is olive, some places darker shades than others. His chocolate hair is thick and bushy, and is normally combed over to the side. He has thick, untamed eyebrows that arch and wiggle anxiously. His broad, tough fingers twitch against the desk. His almond-shaped eyes are creamy brown and fathomable, with a faded twinkle in them. There are a couple of bruises and scars dancing up and down his arms, but he looks at them like they are nothing but birthmarks. His sister on the other hand, is pretty and frail. She has wavy auburn hair with gold tips, and in the shadow of the room it appears cocoa brown. She has soft, olive skin as well, and her delicate hands form patterns on the dusty wooden table. Her hazel eyes are patronizing, and her long, blue fingernails scratch the wood. She has a rounded chin and a pointed nose. Her nostrils flare and her thick eyebrows knit together in agitation. Her ears are rounded, and the earlobes hang down with the weight of expensive white gold hoops. She has powerful, lean legs like that of a dancer. Her thin lips are pursed, coated with gloss. She stands up and paces sometimes, and she appears to be five foot six. The door swings open, and Mackenzie hurries to her seat. The interviewer strolls in, taking a seat before the Petron siblings. "I'm just here to get some basic information from you, nothing too invasive. Describe your personality, in ten sentences or more." Anthony is the first to speak. "I see myself as very mature most of the time. I won't dare hesitate to fight for what I want. I'm very serious about my schoolwork, and my training at the academy. I do dabble a little in the art of piano playing, but I'm not the master. I also like to practice boxing with my dad. Need to keep up my strength, you know. In addition, I don't take too kindly to people who lie. Nobody likes players who don't play fair. I'm very honest, and I never exaggerate. I'm not a fan of fairytales, and maybe I can act a little blunt sometimes. And sometimes I-" Mackenzie lifted her hand, shoving her palm in Anthony's face. "Alright, Tony. Shut your face. It's my turn to speak," she scoffed. Anthony sighed. "As you can see, Kenzie is very blunt. I'll gladly speak about her and mention her every flaw. She's in denial of all of them. I keep count. Let's see here, what is it about Mackenzie Petron that people hate? She's stubborn and conceited. She puts herself first. She gets into fights for no reason without considering what the right thing to do is. You see, I fight for good reasons. I fight to defend her. And what do I get? Stabbed in the back! Literally! She came in my room at night with a pencil and-" "Shut up, Anthony!" Mackenzie screamed. "So what if I'm not perfect? I don't care! Now let me talk about me, and you go on with your miserable life!" The interviewer cleared his throat, and Mackenzie blushed. "Sorry. I tend to throw temper tantrums sometimes. I'm not what people would call sane, or even normal. I've suffered from bipolar disorder for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I get angry for no reason. But the one way I relieve all my troubles is through dance. Ballet, jazz, you name it and I'll do it. I've got some powerful enemies at school, people who like to push me down. But I will fight. I show courage, even when I'm afraid. Because that's the way you overcome your troubles. Sometimes smiling is tbe way, and sometimes its not. More times than not, I smile." "Thank you, Mackenzie..." The video buffers and turns to static, after a while, curlicue letters appear on the screen: History. *** Let's start from way before Anthony was born. In the year of the forty-seventh Games, two teenagers met behind an abandoned warehouse. One was a handsome man, with dark hair and blue eyes. The other was a young lady, with auburn curls and smoky, hateful eyes. The lady was the ex-girlfriend of the lad, forced to carry his child and suffer humiliation throughout the district. Anthony was born in the shadows of the warehouse, dumped in his father's arms almost immediately. The mother fled the district, becoming a wanderer. The father spent a year caring for Anthony on his own, waiting for the perfect mother to come along. And she did. Anthony's new mother was pregnant with Mackenzie by year two. By the time Mackenzie was born in late winter, a rift had already formed between the half-siblings. Flash forward a couple of years. Anthony is nine and Mackenzie is seven. Mackenzie started dancing around this time, and Anthony started boxing. Both siblings did this just because they loved to do it; they didn't know just yet they'd need their strength and flexibility. Flash foward seven more years to this year; the 63rd Games. Anthony is excelling at training, and is in within the top ten percent of his school classes. Mackenzie is doing a little better than average, and is also higher than Anthony in his studies. Anthony was furious that his sister was doing better than him, and the two got into an argument. It escalated into a fight, one where Anthony was triumphant. Of course, this behavior got them grounded for weeks. But over this time, they noticed something about their mother. She had gotten pregnant again and was five months in. She was wheezing a lot and was very sick. One day she began to seize, and to save her life the baby had to be delivered. The delivery failed and the mother and baby both died. Mackenzie was horrified and ran away. When Anthony finally found her, she was cornered by a gang. He fought with the leader and scared away the rest. Mackenzie was not happy but furious, telling Anthony she could've handled it on her own. Weeks have passed since then, and the two learned to cope with their tragic loss. However, with their father drowning his sorrows in liquor, another tragedy may soon befall them... "I assume you two were taught to yell a word in case of danger?" "oDair!" the two shout in unison.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=aa0000] Anthony Dylan Petron District Two Represented by Jonathan Bennett

[bg=aa0000]*** Age: 16 Appearance: He is a stocky man, with a faint beard forming on his broad chin. He is somewhat hourglass shaped, with well-developed muscles. He has faint freckles, a few spread unevenly on each cheek. His skin is olive, some places darker shades than others. His chocolate hair is thick and bushy, and is normally combed over to the side. He has thick, untamed eyebrows that arch and wiggle anxiously. His broad, tough fingers twitch against the desk. His almond-shaped eyes are creamy brown and fathomable, with a faded twinkle in them. There are a couple of bruises and scars dancing up and down his arms, but he looks at them like they are nothing but birthmarks. Personality: "I see myself as very mature most of the time. I won't dare hesitate to fight for what I want. I'm very serious about my schoolwork, and my training at the academy. I do dabble a little in the art of piano playing, but I'm not the master. I also like to practice boxing with my dad. Need to keep up my strength, you know. In addition, I don't take too kindly to people who lie. Nobody likes players who don't play fair. I'm very honest, and I never exaggerate. I'm not a fan of fairytales, and maybe I can act a little blunt sometimes. And sometimes I'm scared of the dark." History: Let's start from way before Anthony was born. In the year of the forty-seventh Games, two teenagers met behind an abandoned warehouse. One was a handsome man, with dark hair and blue eyes. The other was a young lady, with auburn curls and smoky, hateful eyes. The lady was the ex-girlfriend of the lad, forced to carry his child and suffer humiliation throughout the district. Anthony was born in the shadows of the warehouse, dumped in his father's arms almost immediately. The mother fled the district, becoming a wanderer. The father spent a year caring for Anthony on his own, waiting for the perfect mother to come along. And she did. Anthony's new mother was pregnant with his sister by year two. By the time Mackenzie was born in late winter, a rift had already formed between the half-siblings. Anthony was the favorite at school. He always raised his hand, always participated, and was always nice. He had plenty of people lining up to be his friend, but he stuck with his two best friends; Emily and Drew. By the time he was in kindergarten, Drew had moved away and Emily had switched schools. Anthony had to make friends all over again, but his new friends weren't as good as his old. Around age eight he started training at the academy. He specialized in hand to hand combat, and tended to avoid weaponry. He came home every day and wrestled with his dad to practice his skills. When he entered seventh grade, Emily returned to school. She had changed from the scrawny kid she was in preschool; now she was gorgeous and irresistable. Anthony and Emily dated for a while, but due to their past friendship it was awkward. They broke off the relationship and Emily started dating another guy. Anthony couldn't help but feel threatened, especially with the way he looked at his sister. At age fifteen he picked up his first weapon; blunt, rusty throwing knives. He was able to hit the targets after a couple of misses, but he found it not to be his style. After his birthday passed and he got his report card, he found Mackenzie was doing better than him in school. He started to argue with her, accusing her of cheating and deceiving. The two got into a fight and got suspended from school. This behavior caused them to be grounded. In the weeks he spent at home, he observed his pregnant mother carefully. She was rather sickly, unable to keep down any food, and barely breathing. One evening he found her on her deathbed, seizing and spitting up blood. The doctor was called, and he attempted to deliver the baby to save her. These attempts were to no avail. His sister ran away in horror. Anthony wanted to leave her be, to sort out her thoughts, but went after her when he heard her scream. She was cornered by a gang, and Emily's boyfriend was in the head. Anthony challenged the boy, and they got into a fight. After breaking the boy's nose and scaring off his cronies, Mackenzie protested that she could have handled it. "You're already in trouble, you big doof!" she screeched. She screamed herself sore, and the neighbors were concerned. Anthony assumed it was the trauma talking, and carried his tired, aching sister home. Weeks passed since then, and their father drowned his sorrows in liquor and street drugs. Anthony desperately tried to rehabilitate him, but to no avail. This was another problem in the making... *** "I assume you were taught to yell a word in case of danger?" "oDair!" Anthony shouts.

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