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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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[nofunandgames]

So far things were going so well.

He was actually doing well, Tribute wise. The new one, especially, but he was always in Wyatt's corner. And Sasuke...well, he still hadn't figure out Sasuke.

Picking two drinks off the tray, he went to sink down next to Ariadne.

"How are you doing?"

[slowlydrowning]

No one expected much from her. Not anyone that really knew her, anyway. Or knew of her. Or had heard of her. But that didn't stop them from shoving her out the door anyway and telling her to "do her best."

Today, there was a meeting with a man with no hair and lime green eyebrows. He was interested in possibly sponsoring Mi'yei, the tribute Annie had not gotten the chance to meet before she was shoved off to her untimely death in the arena.

Maybe she shouldn't be thinking that way. Mi'yei wasn't dead yet. Maybe she could win. And Annie didn't even know how to properly pronounce her name. Didn't know what she would need to survive.

The man had stared at her, his heavy green eyebrows furrowed in confused disappointment. And then he had left.

Annie had failed in the only job she was supposed to do.

For what might had been minutes, or maybe even hours, Annie sat at the table. The same table where she had met with the bald, green-eyebrowed man. She sat. And stared at nothing. Completely unaware of anyone else who may be watching her.

[galaxyherder]

It was getting easier; the faking and the smiling and the small talk. Subtlety and making nice wasn't exactly her forte, but in the place, it was a necessity if she wanted to keep her tongue or her head. Both of which she was quite fond of. Needed, even.

It was a relief to see her there. Ariadne. Dressed up like a doll for the Capitol. Not out in the arena, again. Despite how real, or not real it all was, Shepard did not like watching people die. It was something she was willing to kill for.

"District 6 seems to be doing well, so far." Shepard says as she takes a seat at Ariadne's side, a drink in hand and a smile on her face.

It was nice to have someone around that she could actually enjoy the presence of.