He swallows and stares straight ahead. Third time's the charm they say, but he's already having his doubts. The cold wind and the ruins are the first things he notes. But the ruins are different from those of the wrecked city from the last arena. Well... the last arena Tony counts.
He hadn't experienced much of the islands past what he caught on the television screens. The memory of why makes him focus hard on the Cornucopia before him, and then on the tributes that surround it. A good mix of familiar faces and complete strangers. He's been up against worse odds before, and that wind is cold and this place is going to suck if he doesn't have something to help keep him alive.
...3... 2... 1
He's suddenly wishing that maybe he'd spent a bit more time on a treadmill than at the bar, but its too late now. Straight ahead, Tony spies a bag he thinks he can get a hand on before anyone else can even get close.
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He hadn't experienced much of the islands past what he caught on the television screens. The memory of why makes him focus hard on the Cornucopia before him, and then on the tributes that surround it. A good mix of familiar faces and complete strangers. He's been up against worse odds before, and that wind is cold and this place is going to suck if he doesn't have something to help keep him alive.
...3... 2... 1
He's suddenly wishing that maybe he'd spent a bit more time on a treadmill than at the bar, but its too late now. Straight ahead, Tony spies a bag he thinks he can get a hand on before anyone else can even get close.