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WHO | Sandy and YOU!
WHAT | A new tribute is confused and...hey free food?
WHEN | pre-Arena 5
WHERE | suite 12
WARNINGS | None for the moment.

Sandy felt decidedly out of place in the lavish surroundings of the Capitol. She was after all, a skinny little brat from the bad side of town. And yet here she was with freshly washed hair, clean clothes, and a view of the city from this gigantic window.

It had all happened so fast she still wasn't entirely sure she was alive at all. One minute she was running for her life, the next she was being told by some old farts that she was going to be fighting for her life.

Then it was off to bed and now here she was. Alone in a room that was bigger then her entire apartment. It was enough to make a girl wanna scream just to hear it echo.

More curiously she had tried in the shower to do her special trick, to make her skin hard as stone and nothing had happened. It was gone.

Her attention was drawn by a smell. A strong smell, a sweet smell. It led her from the window to the kitchenette area where delicious food sat on display. Like someone was preparing for a party but no one came.

Eyes shifting around cautiously as if an adult was going to pop out of one of the many doors to this area and yell at her Sandy hesitantly took a flower shaped roll out of a basket and broke it open.

It was still steaming inside.

That was all the encouragement she needed. Finding a knife she took stock of the various items near the basket and decided to try what looked to be pink butter. It was even better then she imagined! Raspberry honey butter! She devoured the roll in a few bites and moved to the fruit basket. Some kind of purple melon caught her eye and she plucked a crescent shaped slice.

If she really had died, this was not what she had imagined Heaven was like. But it was a good start.

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She gave him a remarkably dry look for someone her age and grabbed the bowl of rolls moving it out of his reach at least until he told her more useful things.

"No seriously, what's the deal here?" He couldn't be serious right?

"That is the deal. We kill each other and they all get a good TV shows." He scowls at her moving the food.

Sandy looked completely unamused. Baffled, and a little worried.

"How...how can they get away with that?!" She wasn't moving the bowl any closer either.

"Because who's going to stop them? You?"

Howard reaches for the bowl.

Sandy scowled this time and thunked the bowl down hard making the rolls jump.

"Well someone has to! This isn't right! Does everyone just roll over and accept it? What's wrong with them? What's wrong with you!?" She shouting in his face now, unresolved feelings from her home starting to well up.

He takes a step back, hand immediately going into his pocket to wrap around his knife. Maybe she's more dangerous than she looks. "Get out of my face, kid."

Sandy's cold pale eyes locked on Howard's, still flickering with confusion, her cheeks flushed with confrontation.

"Seriously people just accept this garbage? Do you want to die?"

"Totally," he says, completely deadpan. "It's my number one aspiration in life."

Sandy groaned and stomped her foot in frustration. "Well then fine! Go jump off a roof or something but I don't want to die!"

Howard hardly blinks. "You mad?"

OK that was enough of that.

Seizing the wooden bread bowl she flung it at him, scattering rolls as the bowl spun in a perfect arc for Howard's face.

"Get lost then jerk!"

Edited 2013-01-13 17:56 (UTC)

He ducks the projectile with the celerity of someone who was expecting to be attacked. He grabs a handful of rolls and bolts out of there, with a mock salute and a "see ya!"

Sandy shot after him chasing him as far as the door shouting after him, "I hope NOT!" She slammed the door and then opened it again, "And those weren't even in my rolls!" Before slamming the door again.