Apply sunscreen and hope for the best. [Arrows/Marr]

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Wendell Gordon

The days had melted together and the time had finally came to an end. What remained a mystery to Wendell was if he had been able to score high enough to show everyone here at seven that if he ever got reaped, that they wouldn't have a chance. Even more so, his confidence had spiked after week two, already taking the highest spot there was, and with a scoffing sound, went on to check the scores of the final events.

Exhaustion wasn't even playing a part for Wendell. Instead, he felt the everlasting need to compete further just to prove himself more. To go home a winner would show his family just how capable he was to run the household despite being sixteen. He could do it though, and he was adament about that. He wanted nothing more than just to make sure that he was able to show off in district 12 but would he?

Not far from him, he noticed another one of his contenders and with a smirk and sticking his hands into his pocket, sauntered over to him, and stood, not eyeing him at all.

"Good luck in the standings. I thought there for a minute you were going to beat me in that log run. So close, yet so far. Did you train for these games?" A slight bit of humor came over his accent, but he brushed it off with a pleasant, friendly smile adorning his lips; arching ever so slightly upward. "What are you going to do when you get back home?"