Garret bit his bottom lip, smiling wryly to himself as the dull hum of machinery wurred around him and the tube he was being raised up in. His hand clenched into a fist, squeezing so tight that he was unaware how white it was turning his knuckles. His heart was pounding, and though he may never admit it, he was still nervous.<br/><br/>He was the male Tribute from District 1, and intended to win this entire competition. Though didn't everybody? That didn't matter to him though, Garret was born and trained for this. A taller boy, his body was covered in muscle that looked which looked almost unusual for him skinny his natural form must have been. His short dark hair was cut finely, enough to keep any of it out of his eyes. His attired consisted of a pair of jeans without holes, a dark shirt, and a dark jacket. Finally, they came to a stop, and he saw the cone and the people around him.<br/><br/>'Get the weapons!' he screamed to himself, breathing out quickly as his feet panged against the metal plate beneath him. Then the boy was off, straight for the cone towards the nearest set of swords, knives, and camping equipment he could find.