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WHO| Tate Langdon & Momoko Ryugasaki
WHAT| Meeting and eating
WHEN| The first day they arrived
WHERE| District 7 Suite
WARNING/NOTES| None at the moment.

Tate wandered out of the bedroom assigned to him when the woman who never spoke opened the door to gesture him out. It would appear that it was time for a meal. Tate looked blankly at the woman as if she were dumb. Tate didn't need to eat, and if he ever did it was only for show. He wasn't a very social person, but at the same time having spent all that time in the bedroom watching the wall of a TV screen, he had grown bored. Maybe talking to the people here he could learn more about the Capitol that he had only been in for a day before being tossed into the arena.

Tate walked to the large table full of lavish foods that had to have taken quite some time to cook and arrange. It was a shame that it went to waste on him. Still he was seated and decided to wait for his mentor or other tribute or whatever to show up. He'd killed the other girl "from his district" in the arena so he was fairly sure he didn't have a good reputation around there.

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He dropped the topic of food the second she called him 'boy.' That was a trigger for Tate and his expression showed his irritation. "Of course I intend to win, little girl." He glared at her now. "And I intend to take you out in the process." He paused, for effect and to gauge her reaction. "I just haven't decided if it'll be quick or slow."

Momoko didn't blink at being called little girl--as far as she was concerned, she was still a child, in the ways that counted. What made her scowl was his threats. He wasn't allowed to do anything to her outside of the Arena anyway (wasn't he?), so she stared right back at him, more angry than scared for the moment.

"Take your time," she snapped, slamming her hands on the table. "It'll be a long while before you get the chance to lay your dirty hands on me."

Tate didn't flinch at the loud smack her hands made. He only laughed. Her anger and tough front amused him. Or at least that's what he took her for. "All right, I'll remember that when I see you in the arena." He stood now feeling like he was done with this conversation. He'd gotten a taste of who this other girl was and like the one before her, he didn't particularly like her. Not that the thought much bothered him.

With that he turned and went towards his room, never once touching the food when he sat there, and not bothering to say good night.

Momoko glared as he walked away, angry and unsettled. She looked at her own plate for a long moment, let out a huff of annoyance and shoved it away before returning to her own room. She wasn't hungry anymore.