<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/>To say that Garrett's reply surprised Caligus would be a severe understatement. He had to hide the signs by biting into his sandwich and keeping his face all but unreadable for a few seconds as he decided on an appropriate remark. He had to admit, the District Twelve boy certainly had the stones to compete in the tournament. Perhaps he might be an asset after all.<br/><br/>"You might be singing a different tune come ten o'clock," he cautioned Garrett, projecting a facade of worry. Of course, beneath that ruse all he was really thinking about the other Tribute was whether or not he'd be worth the trouble if he performed well during the training sessions.<br/><br/>Of course, all the while, he was observing Rybbon. Caligus wasn't sure if he had seen the beginnings of a smile curling on her lips when Garrett offered his response. Still, the District Two boy had a mask to maintain. Once he had finished about half of his sandwich, he asked Rybbon, "Any Tributes in particular catching your eye this year from the interviews and the parade for sponsorship? The District One girl, Tara, certainly had a winner's attitude about her. I don't relish butting heads with her when the time comes." While he had the chance, he might as well try to gauge her thoughts on his competition.