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「 ✦ The Hunger Games✦ 」

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Iɴᴛʀᴏ Mᴇssᴀɢᴇ

Cato stepped off the train onto the stone train platform and was instantly swarmed by the civilians of District 2 congratulating him on the win. He seemed to revel in it, the glory, the honour of winning the Hunger Games. They were after all, the best games ever created. He waved to the crowds and grinned, taking pride in his accomplishment.

Not that anyone really expected someone else to win, to be honest. Cato had one of the highest scores given by the Gamemakers and was athletic and strong, even by Career tribute standards. The Capitol obviously fixed up most of his appearance, scars, anything they could fix possible. They couldn't quite cover up some of the marks from the muttations though, some of the wounds being far too severe to cosmetically fix.

Cato slowly worked his way through the crowd and smiled at the cameras taking photos of him, and after maybe an hour or two the excitement died down. Falling back into a chair in his new home, Cato began to relax. Finally.