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Who| Chris and open
What| Out and about in the Capitol
Where| Throughout the Capitol
When| After recovery from his death in the arena and post valentines
Warnings/Notes| possible violence, Parker, need I say more?

Chris despite the curfew needed fresh air, so as soon as they're let out he's in one of the markets trying to get used to what they called fashion. Today he actually dressed up nice, just for the sake it made the stylists happy.

Also helped to look better dressed when going to the clubs. He was steering clear of ones that were arena geared, finding one with only two TV's. Ordering a beer and sandwich he got a table facing the door out of habit. If any other tributes showed up he'd chat but for now... He was still trying to find somewhere that was close to the sports bar he frequented back home.

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Parker shrugs her shoulders, "I didn't kill anyone. Didn't need to." No, that's Eliot's job. They don't do as well if they do someone else's job.

Yes, well, the sandwich was there, and Parker has a habit of taking what isn't hers. He may find that out later. Maybe she should try for a pocket now -- oh, beer.

"Parker." Under any other circumstances, she would've lied about her name, but considering she couldn't go anywhere without seeing the faces of tributes -- her own included -- there wasn't a point. It sounds more like 'Ar-er' as she's eating."

"They'll make you do it here." He frowned at that though. "Just do your best okay." He'd add her to the list of people he'd keep an eye out for in the Arena.

Chris was used to noming speech, after all grabbing a bite between running around back home, it was a skill that came in useful. The other beer arrived and he leaned back a little. "Well Parker, if things get too bad don't bother asking for help okay? Hate seeing you pretty ladies in this hell hole."

"Nobody makes me do anything." Parker says through the sandwich. She has no idea she's picked up a protector.

She takes a swig of beer, and then looks at him over the bottle when he calls her pretty, or, more shockingly, lady.

"You've been the arena right? Or you luck out going in there?" He smiles at the look. "What? No one give you compliments before Parker?"

"Some bubbly woman killed me." Parker doesn't really remember it, but she does remember the waking up afterward.

Parker looks back at the sandwich and doesn't say anything for a second.

When she does, she says "Pretzels."

That had him shake his head. "I think I know who you're talking about. Don't feel that bad, she's not that bad a person. And hell my first one, let a kid kill me."

Though pretzels has him look at her quizzically as he took a bite from the other half of the sandwich. "Wha agou prezles?"

"Gonna get her back." Parker only feels vengeful. Hey, if true death is taken off the table, why not?

"Nothing. No. Said nothing. What?" Parker's most careless coverup ever.

That got a small chuckle. "Just in the arena okay? I actually like having some people around to talk to out of it."

He swallowed the bite and grinned. "Okay fine didn't say anything about pretzels."

"You have to talk to her?" Well, this is Parker and killing her puts bubble woman on the do not like list.

"No pretzels."

"Not really, but I promised I'd help her out okay?"

He watched her a moment. "Nickname for a friend?"

"Doesn't need help." No, bubble woman needs to die.

"No. NO." Which translates to yes. Don't ask.

"You're probably right."

He nodded. "Then what's a safe topic?"

"Sandwiches." Parker replies, rather too quickly through another mouthful of said sandwich.

"Sandwiches are good."

"Roast beef from Amanda's Deli back home... God I miss those." He nodded in agreement. "These aren't bad, but they're missing something." He just couldn't put his finger on it yet.

Parker takes another nibble, and takes her time tasting it. Food is usually just something to eat for energy. Something quick, like cereal's best.

"Slices of apple? Eliot puts stuff like that in his sandwiches."

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