[center][h1][color=#AED6F1]Kolton Favreau[/color][/h1][/center]
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All was still throughout the district, excluding a few households that were stirring to ready for the day of work ahead. Not many were up as early as Kol normally was. His parents, mainly his father, had him up hours before the sun would even rise to wake up and help in the hospice before his long day down in the mines. Wasn't exactly his idea of a great morning, but he knew it helped his mother and that was enough for him. His father always telling him that it was best to wake up earlier than the other miners normally did because if he'd been awake longer, he'd be more of his surroundings down in the mine. Potentially saving him from disaster, [i]'Like the collapse that nearly killed your friend! She got lucky,'[/i] he would always tell Kol, which tended to get annoying after hearing it so often.

Kol sat without a sound on top of his roof sipping on a small cup of coffee, looking out over Twelve. Today felt different than the rest. [i]And why shouldn't it?[/i] Two poor souls from their hometown would be ripped from their families and forced to fight in a deathmatch against not only one of their own, but twenty-two other tributes. The thought of the Games in itself made Kol sick to his stomach. How the people of the Districts could stand to watch all their young die, hoping that maybe, just maybe theirs would be the one to come home. The Capitol was worse, forcing the less fortunate to fight each other when none of them have ever been in a simple scuffle. To think that we, the young in the Districts were [i]their[/i] entertainment.

It wasn't long that Kol was lost in his thoughts of the day ahead when a familiar figure caught his eye, slipping off through the houses and on towards the back fences that lined the surrounding forests of Twelve. Kol had half a mind to run off after his friend but decided against it in the long-run.

[b][color=#AED6F1]"Happy hunting,"[/color][/b] he muttered under his breath with a chuckle as he scooted to the edge of the roof, hopping down to the ground below. Kol shook out the remains of his coffee from the small metal cup, ran some water from the outside spicket through it to clean it out and made his way into his home. Geordon, Kol's younger brother, sat at the kitchen table pushing his eggs around his plate, looking very unamused. As soon as Geordie realized Kol had entered the room, he changed up his whole attitude as if he'd not been upset and deep in his own thoughts just moments before.

[b]"Ready to become the next Capitol posterchild, brother?"[/b] Kol looked to his brother and shrugged.

[color=#AED6F1][b]"Don't think you'd be able to handle me being the center of father's attention if I came back the Victor."[/b][/color] He gently shoved his brother's shoulder in a playful manner, smirking as he walked passed him to place his cup upsidedown at the side of the sink on their dish-drying rag.

[b]"Lucky for you, you only have this year and next to get through. I have four more!"[/b] Kol's hand hesitated on top of the cup for a moment before he turned back and sat down at the table beside Geordon, clasping his hands together in front of him to rest his forehead against his fists.

[color=#AED6F1][b]"Yeah, [i]lucky[/i],"[/b][/color] he mumbled to himself.

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