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[aintyourdad]

Who| Joel and YOU?
What| Actively avoiding watching the arena.
Where| Various places around the Tribute Tower.
When| Week 5.
Warnings/Notes| None ATM.

1] District 8 commons

Here, he cooks. It's a very normal sight by now - tributes, mentors, stylists, anyone who wanders through the District 8 suites with any regularity has probably caught Joel cooking at some point. In the morning, it's breakfast, his favorite meal of the day - eggs, bacon, toast, country potatoes, the works. And he always makes more than he can eat himself. Anyone who isn't too annoying can probably get him to provide a plate. Dig in.

2] Training center

He spends time here primarily to avoid paparazzi. And, occasionally, to shoot arrows at targets, just for the exercise, really, not necessarily to train. Someone who looks particularly lost, or out of their depth, might be able to talk him into giving some lessons in the survival areas - how to build a fire is something he's particularly good at, as is erecting temporary shelter and things like that. He doesn't really care which district people are associated with - as long as they don't annoy him. Kids, in particular, will get special treatment.

3] Roof garden

He spends time wandering the roof garden to get some air, and what little privacy any of them are afforded in this place. There are no TV screens up here, a blessed relief from the constant recaps and repeats of the arena footage - something he can't do anything about, so what's the point of watching it? He's sent Tess some supplies, which is about all he can manage. He walks up here for the quiet. Sometimes with a beer in his hand as he watches the sun set.

Comments

[whatisay]

Something in his flicks off like a light switch, and Jason's hand moves before he even realizes he's doing it, like anger has hit the switch to his arm well before to his brain. He won't abide the insolence of offworlders, of brats like Joel who live off the Capitol's fat and only have to put in time in the Arenas for it, who are living off generosity and snapping at the hands that offer it.

Jason flicks his wrist and scalding hot coffee splatters across Joel's chest. Jason keeps his eyes trained on Joel's eyes.

"I'd say sorry about that there but...well. 'Uh huh'."

[aintyourdad]

With the scalding hot coffee, Joel is suddenly too distracted to continue the stare-down. With a hiss of pain - thank God it's not a really fresh pot, but it's still hot as hell - he starts ripping off his shirt to minimize contact with his skin.

He doesn't bother responding, just leaves - both to take care of the burns and to make sure he doesn't do something that'll get him in trouble, like snapping this asshole's neck like a twig.