Chapter Text
Marcus Loxias Megalos
District 5
Marcus Loxias Megalos is bored. He cannot remember a time before boredom. School is boring. Girls are boring. Waiting is oh so boring. Especially now, when he is waiting waiting waiting for his district to finish the ceremony and choose it's tributes.
Marcus sneers at the podium where the former District 5 winning tribute is droning on and on. Marcus is standing amongst other eligible people, others who might become the next tributes, others who might win.
Marcus is 16, in his prime for playing and he feels in his very bones that this is the day. He is well trained but skinny, 24 ribs show through dark tanned skin, his hair is close-cropped and black and his eyes are moss green. Sweat rolls down the tip of his nose, he is bored and impatient.
Come on. Come on!
What wouldn't Marcus give to get out this dull District, to journey on his own, to compete in the Hunger Games? He imagines all the different types of platforms he might end up on. An endless sea, trees as far as the eyes can see, deserts or maybe mountains. If he competes in the Hunger Games he will win or die. He will win or he will die.
A man, dreads and ebony skin, steps up to the podium. He is obviously from the Capitol, blue hair and intricate golden tattoos isn't something anyone in District 5 would adorn themselves with. "As always, ladies first." He says, laughter on his lips and his voice velvet.
Marcus doesn't bother to listen to who ever boring girl is picked out as a tribute. It is all too boring. He sees her though. She is tall, curvy and an obviously very strong opponent. The kind that could beat you to death. Her skin is the same as his and most in District 5, her hair is longer than his but the same colour.
The Capitol man shakes her hand and she remains standing on the podium. "And now for the boys." He says, in the same way as before.
Marcus is incredibly focused, he swallows hard. He can feel it in his bones.
Come on.
This is it.
Come on!
Or two more years and he can't compete. Two more years and all he has been training for gone in an instant!
"Marcus Loxias Megalos!"
This is it. He knows it. This is it. This will be his Hunger Games.