<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 nodded to Garrett. "I am indeed." He reasoned there was no reason to be demeaning to the other Tributes; he may have held very little beneath his smooth veneer of composed allure, but he was almost always polite. However, before he continued further with his competition, he resumed with Rybbon. He was decent enough at reading people to realize that the brief flash before her response had been one of composure, some kind of recovery, covering a crack in her impeccably decadent and carefree exterior. Fascinated by his early discovery, Caligus filed away the information in his head in case he needed it for future use.<br/><br/>"Call it a personal challenge," he replied, shifting himself to be able to speak to both. "Besides, what's a few years?" Of course, he wasn't going to admit outright that he had been well-trained in the years leading up to his volunteering, that he could use the knife he was using to cut into his egg whites instead to kill someone quickly, efficiently, and quietly in at least a dozen ways if he applied enough force; after all, a blunt knife at breakfast was hardly suited to those purposes. The gamemakers might frown upon someone outright admitting to cheating.<br/><br/>After a bite of the egg whites, chewed and swallowed before he opened his mouth, he addressed Garrett again. "So, tell me. I'm curious about you. I remember from your interview that you mentioned wanting to be a bird when Caesar asked you about animals. Was there a particular type of bird that you prefer over others?" Of course, he didn't much care on a personal level, but setting up a friendly relationship with someone who might hesitate because of it later on the killing field could provide a brief opening; just the kind of opening that Caligus would exploit to its fullest potential. He looked at Rybbon out of the corner of his eye, trying to judge if she knew what he was doing or not.