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Who| Diana and OPEN
What| Diana is basically just trying to figure out the situation.
Where| Anywhere in the city, really, just make sure it's clear!
When| Between Arena's 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| Nothing at the moment.

Diana was...unhappy, if the understatement could be forgiven. Taken from her bed, stripped of her powers, tossed into this world where she was meant to fight and kill for the entertainment of the ruling class...

Well, she was familiar with concept, obviously, but that didn't mean she liked it. And she liked even less what little she'd understood of the situation, of the history, before she'd been ushered to her quarters. As soon as she was left alone she was off, exploring the building, the city, anywhere she was allowed to go in search of answers. Of a crack in the prison walls.

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"Somehow I doubt the Districts are any happier about the Games than we are," she said, thinking over what she knew so far. "I believe before they...changed things, the Tributes were, I believe the word they used was 'reaped' from them." At least according to that horrid propaganda video she'd been made to watch before being released into the city.

Of course, it was possible that when that practice stopped the Districts interest in fighting the Games also did, but Diana had more faith in people than that so rather than voicing the errant thought she said, "I'm representing District 5."

"Great, so not only do they get a prize if one of us wins, but we're stand ins so none of them die. I'd be on board too if I were them." she sighed only half believing her own words.

"I'd like to think that people are better then that...but not alot of the locals have done much to convince me of that."

Diana couldn't resist putting her hand on Sandy's shoulder again. "I don't think you should stop believing that there is good in these people, even if we can't see it. It's harder to fight something like this from the inside, especially when it's all you've ever known."

She looked around at the few gawkers left, and frowned. "Not," she added, "That that absolves them of the burden of responsibility."

Well that made sense. Sandy reflected on her own world, and how hard it was to fight it when everyone around her in her age group had only ever known the Reign.

"We need more tributes like you...try not to die." She muttered looking away shyly. After all they were supposed to be enemies. Every last man and woman for itself. But she really hoped that this woman might stand a chance at changing peoples mind.

"I will do my best," Diana vowed softly, smiling, though she couldn't help the cynical thought that if she wasn't able to stop this before the end of the coming Arena, her death was inevitable. She would hardly allow herself to win while others such as this girl were forced to fight again and again. "And I'll be holding you to the same standard I hope you realize."

Sandy laughed, a tragically bitter laugh for someone so young. "My best isn't much, but I'll give it." She promised. Not even sure what that would mean.

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