a million miles from home i'm walking ahead

witnessprotectionwithwings:

    “Imagine Gabriel in the Hunger Games.”
    Okay, there are two different ways people can mean this.

    “Imagine Gabriel in the interviews.”
    The golden-eyed asshat prancing onto the stage, looking resplendent in a suit made of bronze-colored reflective-ish material designed so that when he moves, the light catches on the clothing and it seems to change a little bit in color and design and shape so that it looks like it’s constantly changing from one form to another — like he’s a million different people all at once.
    The smirking bastard bantering with Caesar like he was born to talk and totally taking control of the flow of conversation, casually getting Caesar to say just the right thing for a clever snark or a witty rejoinder, thus ensuring that the audience reacts exactly the way he wants them to.
    The sleazy little shit brazenly serving up innuendos left and right while softening the crudeness of his delivery by pouring on the charm, and flirting with the ladies of the Capitol with his own brand of suavity (because he’s not exactly smooth by general definitions, but he’s hella charming in his own way).
    The silver-tongued smartass breezing over Caesar’s attempts to cajole a sob story out of him by deflecting every question about his family toward a joke and spinning wild anecdotes to distract the audience from the subject with stories of his antics back in his district.

    “Imagine Gabriel in the arena.”
    The teenager who is small for his years, both in build and in height, who takes off at a sprint away from the Cornucopia as soon as the gong sounds. Let’s say for now it’s a forest arena, like in Katniss’ first game.
    The boy who all the Careers target first after the initial bloodbath, because of his small size and the way he mocked and poked fun at them throughout all of training, who is turning out to be  notoriously difficult to find, who keeps up a series of raids on their camp to steal food supplies.
    The boy pegged as a runner rather than a fighter who manages to take out three of the Careers with the speed of a striking snake in a sneak attack and who disappears back into the trees with his newly acquired weapons before the other Careers even realize that they’ve lost some of their pack.
    The boy who is turning out to be a helluva lot deadlier than anyone had thought, who picks enemies only by necessity (i.e. tributes who are a little too close to his location, who have medicine or other essentials that he needs), who forms and drops alliances when it suits him to, who has no objective but survival.