Glimmer was an arrogant girl. She came from district one, and was one of the hottest ones there (in her opinion), and she was going to survive. She was a career, she'd been trained to kill and kill she would. No one would get in her way, certainly not Marvel. They'd never really been that close in training, and certainly weren't going to start bonding then. She wasn't a sap, who just swapped sides. That was, unless it kept her alive. Then she'd happily swap. Everything was about number one for her, and she lived by it. That was why, she'd chosen her dress. It drew attention, was bold, emphasised every curve. Made her stand out. That was what you had to do to survive, stand out.

There was one other reason for her choice of attire. This was the night where everyone met for the first time, and it was always better to get allies earlier on in the games than later. She'd seen who were the district 2 tributes, and this had attributed to her choice of dress. She wanted to look desirable, she'd seen it enough times, allegiances formed through a mutual attraction which broke down in the last moment. That was all she needed. She was the best after all.

Glimmer stood waiting, arms folded, heeled shoes tapping impatiently. She wasn't a good waiter, but whilst she'd been waiting, she'd been trying to find the other tributes. Her district 2 allies had been of the least interest to her though, as she knew they'd practically be next door. As the doors, opened Glimmer rolled her eyes at the reactions of the other tributes, but even she was a little impressed by the grandeur and scale of the room, and instead went straight to the table, eyes inspecting the food in front of her