[glow=black,2,300][size=40pt]ETHER[/size][/glow]
[size=7pt]⋆ the male tribute from district eight ⋆[/size]
She gave him some space, which was nice. Crouching down, the boy began to do his best to built something, anything. The big problem was obvious, what to build? Maybe a spear. If he had a knife and a snick, he could make it in the field... but why make a spear when you have an actual knife?
If only these were needles and clothe. He could make something of that, like a hat or a shirt. Too bad that ability was pretty much worthless in the arena. Being District eight was no advantage.
Out of the corner of his eye, he began to watch Rebecca. He knew he should bother talking with anyone, as to make any friends now... it would just make the games that much more unbearable. Still, Ether couldn't help himself. "You know what you're doing." Ether said in curious admiration. There was a small glimmer of hope inside of him, but it wasn't for himself. Maybe this year another career wouldn't win.