some friendly advice

[galaxyherder]

Who: Donatello & Shepard
What: Some Mentor/Tribute Bonding Time
Where: The District 9 Suite
When: Backdating to a few days before the opening of Arena 02


Its been the best night of sleep she's had in what feels like years, but that doesn't make her any less of a grouch.

Shepard pads into the common room of the suites assigned to 'District 9,' barefooted and in little more than a tank top and a pair of shorts, because everything else in her goddamn room is frilly or shiny or ridiculous and she's not putting any of that crap on to go gorge herself on waffles and coffee and do her best not to punch anyone. 

At least here, people tend to leave her alone for the most part. There are the others of course. The 'mentors' who'd been responsible for sending her little gifts wrapped up in silver parachutes, and a small piece of her can't be too angry with them for feeding her and sending her medicine when she'd been in agony. That still doesn't mean she likes them much.

The others though? She doesn't have a damn clue what to think about them. The tiny little white haird girl who didn't even make it a full day in the last Arena. And now... this guy. They tell her they're District 9's new tributes for the next round. The president himself told her she was supposed to help them... encourage them to fight and win.

She really just wants to tell them to run while they still can.

But she knows they can't. And that is part of what has her in such a foul mood.

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[galaxyherder]

She sips at her coffee again, deciding just how she wants to answer, and then, she sets down her mug and folds her arms on top of the table before her, "From what they have told me, they are all different; the Arenas. Mine was cold and wet; waterfalls and lakes and an unstable-as-hell mountainside. There were caves and trees for shelter. Food was... hit or miss. Berries and plants could either keep your belly full, or poison you. Wildlife was mostly edible, I think. I had a couple rabbits. We started out with 24 of us. A... a lot die on the first day. Nerves are high, and there's a bright shiny metal cornucopia of gifts right at the start; a literal cornucopia. Weapons and blankets and food and everything you know your ass is going to want to have in your possession after you realize the clothing they give you doesn't do shit against the wind, and you can't see a difference in the berries they told you about."

She sighs. "I ran straight for it. Thought I could take on anyone who got in my way... and did, when they did. They told me I shouldn't waste my energy on it. That it was a trap. But I didn't really give a shit what they told me. Wouldn't blame you if you thought the same about what I have to say one it. But... well, it worked for me. I say, take your chances if you think you can handle it. An 11? I don't think any of us in my Arena were 11's."

"Aside from that? Sponsors came in when I was... interesting. They like confrontation. Interaction. Not all of it has to be bad. They want you to keep on top of each other. The moment you start drifting apart, they'll do almost anything to push you back together. Landslides seemed to be their weapon of choice against us in my case. Don't know what it will be for you....but. Don't get too friendly either."