It had been a nice morning... at least in Elysian's point of view... well, he meant, what did he have to worry about! He'd never signed up for tesserae, and the thought had never occurred to him in the slightest! He should have seen it coming—he was incredibly popular across the districts and the Capitol! Who wouldn't love him? Everyone wanted to see a pretty face like his in the Hunger Games, but that was the least of his worries that morning. He'd taken everything for granted: his money, his house, his fame, his life! Now, it was slipping away. He could now remember it clearly; it didn’t seem like it had happened a few hours ago! He'd worn a casual outfit for the occasion; his designers had said it would fit him that day! So he dressed in what he considered casual—some glasses purely for style, a denim sweater, and diamond boots. He still remembered the sensation of dread, the disgusting, revolting feeling in his stomach! "On to the males... Elysian Porrier!" He hadn't heard the other tributes, but the way everyone looked at him! He was used to the stares, but he'd never seen them look at him with pity, and he hated it! 'such a pretty face, will never last long...' Well, he would... he'd win... and he'd never take anything for granted again.
