<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/zvRsGnR.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Caligus Occisus, District Two Male Tribute<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, Garret Wylder<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Backstage<br/><br/>Caligus emerged from his room, a waft of expensive Capital cologne following him. He was accustomed to similar grooming equipment in his home among the upper crust of District 2, and was rather skilled in using it with or without a stylist's help. Incidentally, without his stylist to dress him that morning, he had simply selected a rather minimalist outfit from his provided wardrobe: a Tyrian purple v-neck, a black leather jacket with a single red stripe running up the left side, a pair of dark crimson cargo pants, and fine leather boots done in combat style. Evidently his stylist wanted him to stick with a more militarized look. Still, judging by the more subtle cosmetics left in his bathroom, he guessed that he was supposed to apply at least a bit of them. His eyes had been lined in a gentle, thin black stroke.<br/><br/>The District Two tribute approached the buffet table, practically ignoring the occupants of the room until he had filled his plate. It was a fairly small portion for most male Careers, consisting of egg whites, an apple, a banana, and a few slices of toast holding a sandwich of grilled tomatoes together. A glass of plain water finished off his breakfast. Of course, once he had collected his food, he approached the conversing duo. "Good morning," he began, taking a sip of the water and setting down his plate and cutlery. He eyed Garret for a moment, evidently thinking. "You're the District Twelve boy, right?" He turned to look at Rybbon. "And you must be the exquisite Rybbon Latimer. I'm sure you've heard this before, but I admire your ability to defeat a more physically superior foe with tactics. It's always refreshing to see the smart emerge on top."