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Who: Sandy, Open to All
What: The little girl's been sneaking around late
Where: Anywhere in The Training Center, Particularly District 12 suite because that's where she's headed.
When: Late at night some random night

It's late.

Far late for most sane people to still be awake. Sure many parties in the Capitol go into the wee hours of the evening but most Tributes have to get their beauty sleep after all. There's lots of training to do, interviews to look good for. Might as well not force the stylists to contend with bags under your eyes as well as everything else right?

But in the dimmed lights of the Tribute's Training Center, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, Sandy Marko of District 12 is creeping in some time after midnight.

It's a little odd, given that Sandy hates going to big parties that she would be out so late. And there's no WAY her stylist approved of the dark bland clothes she's wearing. However is she going to stand out at night wearing clothes that have the same color scheme of shadows and stone?

Shuffling along as quickly as she can and pulling the straps on her bag tight she makes a B-line for the elevator and the District 12 suite from wherever it is you've spotted her.

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Once the door to the District 12 suite is closed behind her the scrawny little girl sighs with relief and grins wickedly as if she just got away with something particularly mischievous.

Because somewhere out there in the great big city, she's made her statement and she's proud. Even if she knows it'll be washed away in a day or two.

Then again who knows...some of the bubble headed residents might think her art is neat and try to keep it for themselves.

The important thing was for a rare moment since arriving, Sandy felt like she was actually doing something productive.

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"And where have you been being?" Pruna was in the corridor in a pink fluffy dressing gown which looked absolutely ridiculous but was warm and she had nothing else to wear. She had woken up in the middle of the night as usually happened, she still hadn't gotten used to sleeping through the night or having the amount of sleep that her escort insisted she should be having each night.

She had gone to check on Sandy, as she often did, not that she was worried about her, but it was always a good idea to know where your allies were and she had been gone.

She was back now though before Pruna could give up and go and look for her, and Pruna looked at her sternly.

Sandy made a startled noise and stiffened, having been caught off guard by Pruna's sudden appearance. "Geeze Ash, you almost gave me a heart attack!" She gripped at her shirt to emphasize her shock, and straightened up trying to calm down.

"I uh...don't know if I should say." She whispered "They might be listening."

She wrinkled her nose, in her opinion Sandy should just be more aware of her surroundings so she didn't get startled so easily.

She was right though, they were probably listening, she wrinkled her nose, it was probably dangerous then.

"Be coming with me." Said in a tone that she expected the older girl to follow her as she led her way to her room before one of the escorts could wake up and shout at them.

Unfortunately(?) for both of them, they weren't the only insomniacs. Prim had peeked her head out of a room, and was staring straight at the duo.

"Ah...hi..." She spoke looking at Prim and hoping she hadn't heard too much. "Were we being too loud? Sorry!" She tried to bluff her way through an apology.

Pruna span round as Prim came out of her room, she didn't know the other girl very well but she didn't really trust her, even if she wasn't one of the silly haired people she also wasn't a tribute.

"We will be being quiet be going back to bed."

"You shouldn't be up," Prim said, worried. Her eyes were moving toward the ceiling. Toward possible cameras.

She didn't know them well. Just that they were district mates.

"It's my fault." Sandy instantly volunteered moving deeper into the suite away from the entrance trying not to follow Prim's gaze. "I was...out. Stretching my legs. Ash was just worried about me." She tried to cover.

"Who are you again?" She added trying to steer the conversation away from herself.

Pruna stuck close to Sandy and pointed at Prim with a glare. "If you do be telling anyone you will be being sorry."

"I wouldn't tell," she promised, voice soft.

A small pause before she added, "I'm Prim."

There was a flash of recognition and some confusion. "Wait...I know that name. Where do I know that name from?" Sandy had a habit of sitting unnoticed in rooms with adults even now that everyone knew her face. So she had no doubt heard the name in gossip from somewhere.

"She do be Katniss' sister." Pruna supplied helpfully, she hadn't remembered the girls name from their meeting but she had remembered that fact. It was something she figured would be useful.

She nodded in response. "I'm from District Twelve," she added. The actual district.

"Like Peeta?" Sandy's interest was perked and distracted with this sudden new development "then what are you doing here? Are you a new tribute for next round?"

Pruna stayed silent, watching Prim for any sudden movements. She wanted to know the answer to that as well, Prim had said she wanted to be near her sister but Pruna wasn't sure why that meant she had to live here in the tower.

She wasn't completely convinced she wasn't a spy.

"I live here," she protested. "With Katniss." And Peeta. It was common for the mentors to live among the tributes, and her sister was no exception.

Sandy looked like she wasn't sure she was buying it, "But you're not a mentor or a tribute. You're just...what? Don't you have family back in District 12? Is Katniss supposed to be raising you here?"

A spy. Very likely. Pruna frowned, "Peeta did be saying victors did be getting nice new houses for their families so why do you be living in this tower?"

"I think she must have missed me." Evasive? Just a tad. It's the nature of this place.

"The capitol sent me here."

Sandy thought about it for a moment folding her arms and closing her eyes trying to work out the problem.

"The Capitol doesn't give two craps about what we want or how we feel. If they did none of us would be here."

Opening her eyes she studied Prim uncrossing her arms and pacing around her. "So if they brought you here they had a reason. And if your sister is as important as everyone says it probably has to do with her. So if it wasn't to make her happy..." She glanced back to Pruna hoping the girl was following her logic.

Pruna stood in front of Prim, glaring at her while Sandy paced around the older girl. "Then they do be wanting something, and you do be helping them even if you do no be thinking you do be." She finished pointing a finger at Prim.

"She's a victor, though," she said - eyes glancing quickly between Pruna and Sandy. She wasn't very good at it, but she was trying to convey warning as she lifted a hand, and glanced up at the ceiling.

"Victors are very important here. Especially Katniss. She was the last one from Panem." Your pieces are all right, girls, but keep it down. The capitol is listening in.

Sandy seemed to consider it and then finally shrugged. "Yeah OK you're safe for now. But if we get in trouble we'll know who ratted us out...either you or the cameras everywhere."

And just like that the long legged girl led the way to the only place where she thought they could talk without being overheard. The bathroom.

Pruna wrinkled her nose, not trusting Prim at all. But she glared at her and followed Sandy to the bathroom.

Once they were in there Pruna wrinkled her nose. "Your sister, did she really be winning because she did be being in love?" It was the most stupid thing Pruna had ever heard of her life.

"She loves Peeta very much," Prim promised, looking up at the ceiling for cameras, and then down at Pruna. She gave the girl a worried look.

This was not a place to be discussing things. It was quiet, and the capitol could probably hear everything.