[hr][Center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171019/40a67792270574cde796c4caab6fb326.png[/img][/Center][hr]
[Center][h3][Color=SpringGreen]Luke Simmons[/Color][/h3]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/ENOOwCyR1T3A4/giphy.gif[/img] [img]https://i0.wp.com/65.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2535tqFYc1rqo91io6_250.gif[/img]
[h3][Color=MediumSeaGreen]Charlotte Everwood[/Color][/h3][/Center][hr]
Charlotte's jaw clenched. Her eyes filled with irritated, and hate towards the Bitch of District 1. If only looks could kill. Charlotte's look might have killed Marsha a dozen times by now. If there was something that Charlotte hated; it was being referred to as being 'little' and talked down to. Marsha's words made her eyes roll into the back of her head. This was much as her fight, as it was Luke's. Charlotte's nostrils began to flare in anger, biting the inside of her cheek. Just to stop herself from spitting out a number of rude words out at the blonde from District one.

[Color=MediumSeaGreen]"It won't be me, loosing my tongue!"[/Color] Charlotte spat back. [Color=MediumSeaGreen]"At least, I don't play the Bitch card, to try and impress!"[/Color]

Luke rose a sharp eyebrow at Marsha. His eyes narrowed in a cold look. [Color=SpringGreen]"It's as much, as her fight as it is mine!"[/Color] He reminded Marsha. [Color=SpringGreen]"Me and Charlotte are a team! So you better watch it!"[/Color] his tone filled with a harsh coldness towards Marsha.

He smirked at her words, about the training. [Color=SpringGreen]"Mhh, of course....We'll just see who's the better Archer."[/Color] Luke remarked. [Color=SpringGreen]"Of course, I wouldn't pull out of my own bet."[/Color] he remarked, at the mention of a blind-fold.

[Color=MediumSeaGreen]"See you, in the Arena...you witch!"[/Color] Charlotte hissed, biting her tongue to stop herself from saying another word. She felt quite relieved, when Marsha walked off. But she still felt agitated and quite angry. That was it. Marsha was on her to kill list, when the Games would begin. Luke could practically feel the anger and tension radiating from Charlotte. Not that he blamed her...Marsha pushed her buttons quite a lot. It was understandable.

[Color=SpringGreen]"Don't worry...we'll get her."[/Color] Luke promised to Charlotte. His words a whisper, only meant for her ears. The sorting process was still going, and soon enough. The Introduction room was starting to get empty...as the tributes, each district one by one left with their Mentors...to their Apartment rooms.