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[Center][h3][Color=SpringGreen]Luke Simmons[/Color][/h3]
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[h3][Color=MediumSeaGreen]Charlotte Everwood[/Color][/h3][/Center][hr]

[Color=SpringGreen]'Fantastic!'[/Color] That was the thought, that run through Luke's mind. Maybe it was a little sarcastic, when he first thought it. He was back on the train, back to the capitol. Having a few years rest, as a victor. It seemed like, he was wanted back on the Hunger Games. Was that good or bad? No doubt, Luke had been one of the popular one's during the 70th Hunger Games. So maybe, this was a good thing. But that did not mean, he wanted to be back. At least, not during his first few moments of processing the news.

Beside him, on the train. Sat a young blonde 14 year old girl. Charlotte Everwood. She had been the reigning victor during the 72nd Games. Luke had been in shock, to known such a young girl. To be so sneaky, and brutal like Charlotte was. It was quite Impressive, to say the least.

Their mentor, [url=https://i.giphy.com/media/Q2AzQ5hPBPxCM/giphy.webp]Roger[/url] had been giving them a few tips, tactics to keep in mind. At times, when their mentor was a bit drunk. He had a few nutty ideas, or ideas that seemed a little backwards. [Color=MediumSeaGreen]"You sure, this is going to work?"[/Color] Charlotte asked, raising a slight eyebrow. Looking a little skeptical. [Color=MediumSeaGreen]"I would focus on taking out the stronger one's first...not the weaker one's."[/Color] She added.

[Color=SpringGreen]'What bravery.'[/Color] Luke said to himself. [Color=SpringGreen]"She has a point....Or at least, elminate some of the stronger one's...and leave one or two for the grand finale. The weak one's are always easy-peasy."[/Color] he spoke, his voice deep. He had been silent, most of the ride. Deep in thought. To Luke, it of course seemed easy, when it came to the weaklings. But to some others, it might have not been the case.

[Color=SlateGray]"Well...you've both got fair points."[/Color] Roger pursed his lips. [Color=SlateGray]"Let's just say, you can't make it too easy for yourselves..and still need some competition."[/Color] Luke rose an eyebrow. Now their mentor was contradicting himself, from what he said earlier. Charlotte just shot, Luke an exasperated Look. As if to ask; Really?
Luke just stifled a slight chuckle. [Color=SpringGreen]"You're not making, much sense Rog. You keep contradicting yourself... Make up your mind."[/Color] he told his mentor...half teasing him.

Before their mentor could complain. The train had stopped. They had arrived. [Color=MediumSeaGreen]"Well...let's go meet these other suckers, who think they're better than us."[/Color] Charlotte said, with a smirk. Roger rose an eyebrow hearing Charlotte. [Color=MediumSeaGreen]"I mean...all these lovely people, who stand no chance against me and Luke."[/Color] she corrected herself, nicely.

Charlotte might have been young, and looked innocent as a flower. But she was deadly, and competitive. And Luke was amused, at her words. Already, the competitiveness was in the air. As they got off of the train...they walked into the familiar building. It seemed like most of the Tributes had already arrived. If not all.