You always took care of me, you taught me to be strong.

[justoutrunyou]

Who: Sandy, Effie, Mindy, Duck and then open to all!
What: The good news is your alive again, the bad news is...
Where: The Tribute Center
When: week 5 of arena 10
Warnings: Probably children being inappropriate. 

Whenever Sandy came back from the arena she usually stayed in bed for an hour or so after waking up.

Today she sat stark upright in her bed, because something was wrong.

Sandy's room was usually decorated in all sorts of graphic images she had painted on the walls and ceiling. It was her way of coping with the horrors of the arena. Sometimes she would paint over old horrors with new ones, or sometimes she would build upon the nightmares she had painted with something beautiful or whimsical.

But the walls today were white and clean and sanitized. They had a scent about them like paint remover and deodorizer as if someone had tried to cover up one smell with the other and the two scents were dueling to the death.

Frowning in irritation Sandy swung her legs out of bed and rose to her feet to pad over to the mirror and examine herself.

Same messy hair, same scrawny limbs. All the muscle and tone she'd built from training before the arena had been melted away, and all the signs of starvation were gone as well. She was for all intent and purposes a underdeveloped twelve year old girl trapped in an eleven year olds body. While she had been here for over a year now her body looked the same as it had on her first day in her first arena.

And so it was time to begin again. She could repaint the walls, she could rebuild the muscle. All she needed right now, all she wanted right now was to find Pruna and have their traditional after arena ice cream. Pruna could tell her what she thought about Sandy's actions in the arena and they could plot more ways to improve before the next arena.

The game was starting over again, and Sandy believed she could handle it.

She just needed to find Pruna.