At least I'm not wearing a stupid jester costume, James thought as he was suited up in the grey suit, tucking in his still broken radio token into his pocket. This time around, Sunderland doesn't want to let his mind wander and make him lose another Arena. No, he's going to give this one the old college try and focus on surviving. He knows he's not the most lucid of District 3's tributes but when he does get to thinking, his mind can get creative.
Silent Hill made sure that if he were to face death again, he'd do it with some dignity. He doesn't want to be left behind, and hurt someone else as he's done in the past. But something about the City is familiar...almost embracing him back into the foggy abyss.
It's here that James thrives and works with the hazards he's know for the better part of the year. As displace as he was, he's here to make something of himself and keep their native Tribute alive. Aurelia Bouchard...Capitolite, got it, he reminds himself as he keeps a weathered eye for those who can be friendly or foes to be dealt with. His own compunctions of murder have lessened somewhat, he remembers killing Eddie back in the town Mary would see in her restless dreams.
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Silent Hill made sure that if he were to face death again, he'd do it with some dignity. He doesn't want to be left behind, and hurt someone else as he's done in the past. But something about the City is familiar...almost embracing him back into the foggy abyss.
It's here that James thrives and works with the hazards he's know for the better part of the year. As displace as he was, he's here to make something of himself and keep their native Tribute alive. Aurelia Bouchard...Capitolite, got it, he reminds himself as he keeps a weathered eye for those who can be friendly or foes to be dealt with. His own compunctions of murder have lessened somewhat, he remembers killing Eddie back in the town Mary would see in her restless dreams.