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[buildingreality]

WHO | Ariadne, Elias, and any of the other mentors who want to jump in
WHAT | watching the Games
WHEN | a few nights into the Arena
WHERE | the mentors' green room
WARNINGS / NOTES | none right now; will update as necessary

Ariadne found very quickly that she didn't really enjoy the Games much more outside of the Arena. Of course, at least out here, she could put herself to some use. Getting the odd sponsor gift for some of her more preferred Tributes, those she wanted to go far, and generally ignoring the rest of them.

At that particular moment, she was only paying just enough attention to know exactly what was happening; her other eye was on the rest of the room, keeping watch over the other mentors.

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[slowlydrowning]

"Me too," she says barely louder than a mumble. "I want to go home. I hate it here."

She wants to cry and go back to her room. But she knows they won't let her. For a few minutes perhaps. But then someone would come for her. Send her back down here with a pat on the head and a smile.

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"Have you ever tried to escape it?" She can't imagine it would be easy to do so. The Capitol's watchful eye was on everything; there would have to be some kind of major distraction in order to get the attention away from any one person. Something major in the Arena, something like the mutt attack at that one Crowning Ceremony. And she didn't know how long Annie had been there, either.

[slowlydrowning]

"Es...Escape?" Annie looks at her like a small child hearing a parent say a curse word for the first time. Her voice falls quiet and she shakes her head. "I... no. They watch. They always watch and know. They would know. I... I couldn't."

But for a moment, she looks back up at Ariadne, somehow hoping that maybe Ariadne would say something to her that would make things seem less hopeless.

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She nodded a little, frowning down at her hands before looking back up to Annie. She could tell that she was in the position to offer a bit of a life preserver, so to speak. Though Ariadne didn't have an solid sort of idea, she had a niggling notion that there might be more going on under the nose of the Capitol than they realised.

"They don't always." Her voice dropped lower yet, her head tipped to hide the small movements of her mouth from any watchful cameras. "There are ways around it. There are people who want out as well. I've met them."