"You my lad are something else!" The image of a gruff old man could be seen even from the view of the tinted sun's rays spreading across his pinkish cheeks where such a sun had affected his skin to being lightly burnt though such a man never felt such trivial matters of the physical feeling of agitation, it was because today he was irritated, frustrated, truth be told he was worried, worried for the boy he raised ever since his mother died given life to such a boy, a unique, kind-hearted and rather odd boy. Cheerful laughers came from outside the shack of a house, tumbled walls leaning to one side, dirtied windows and barely a roof over their heads and yet Sydney, a wildly young fellow sat on top of their without a care in the world, seeing the towns landscape with those light blue eyes of his, happiness from such a boy on this day brightened up such a grim thought of the Reaping, today was the day two young, brave souls would be offered to the capital in recompense for the rebellion stages so many years ago.<br/><br/>"Get down here so I can finish off what I started damn it!" The man even more agitated than before, pressed his boot off the floor, then back on, then off, then back on, like a rhythm you could dance to in such a menial pace of movement, Sydney sat on the edge of the holey roof, a light smile upon his face as if he saw what picture books would show as Angels, his eyes wondered a far, though he seemed like a fool, a child, he was in fact quiet intelligent and serious when it was required of him, but happiness had to be shown at the worst of times, and what more worse a time than this? The truth was, Sydney's father was relieved to see such a sight even in the morning, it had shown character, that even in times of great need and sorrow, there are some who merely look and smile, that they know everything in the end will be better.<br/><br/>"Ok dad I'm coming." Sydneyâ€™s tone was still light but hinted a down turn in his mood, he was of course enjoying himself up there after all, watching the soldiers help set up a perimeter as the Reaper was beginning, the crowds that formed the District huddled with the teenagers and youngsters that would be picked to submit themselves to the Capital, it was going to be an experience for everyone, time past by and Sydney was ready again, a white lightly dirtied shirt, smart trousers, ones that you would wear for a Sunday at Church along with black shoes, however it was Sydneyâ€™s hair that stood out from most, it was that wild blue that taught the eye of some capital soldiers when they made their way into the district, some appreciated such a colour whilst others thought it more than off, blue was hard to come by, but by the forests natural gifts or some other products most likely stolen, this eighteen year old had blue hair and spiky blue hair at that.<br/><br/>"Now remember, be calm, stay focused and watch yourself okay boy." Those were careful words amongst many, his father loved his boy dearly and would not so lightly give his son as a tribute before Sydney knew of his fatherâ€™s feelings, his son, finally a man had seen many attributes go before him and even watched the games on the television, where one could be found of course, the games were brutal and tested the combatants in the most horrific ways, survival of the fittest never came close, it was the apex of the species that fought in the arena, senseless killing for only survival, of course a worthily cause to fight and even kill, even in Sydney's point of view, however if such a fight were to be within reason and not death, then such a fight would make him happy, perhaps he could make friends with others, maybe not, in either case, the thought of seeing the capital would be worthwhile indeed.