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Who| Ariadne and anyone
What| Ariadne needs to get better at this Mentoring business.
Where| District 6's suites; the Training Centre
When| throughout the week
Warnings/Notes| none right now

Though she never made a point of outright ignoring people, Ariadne realised at some point that perhaps she had missed something with her latest crop of Tributes. Cinna's comments to her last they spoke rang in the back of her head, niggling and telling her that she was supposed to feel attached to these people in some regard.

She'd always found that a little bit difficult, all things considered; she wasn't the type to get attached to begin with, and when they rotated every time she blinked, despite it not being quite as often as Cinna recalled, it was even more difficult. Who was to say if the Tribute she liked best would disappear off to God-knew-where after the next Arena or not?

But now she was going to make an effort. She spent more time making herself available for the lot of them, hanging around in more public spaces, and endeavouring to look helpful instead of perhaps standoffish or detached as usual.

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There was nothing wrong with believing everyone had good in them. Perhaps if you were blind to their faults, but Prim was young enough.

She looked vaguely surprised that Prim didn't need the station, and that she was just greeting her without any real reason. But then again, no one really needed a reason around there to get to know other people. "No," Ariadne returned, "I'm a Victor. It's close."

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She wasn't blind, though. She knew too much that there was bad in the world. She just wanted to hope for the bes.

"One of the newer ones?" she asked. That was a little important.

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"Arena 03. New enough, I suppose," she responded with a mild shrug, a small smile pulling the corners of her mouth vaguely upwards. "Not like some of those living around here, at least."

[andproper]

Prim nods, glancing around. She's... She's nt actually supposed to be down here. Not being a tribute or a mentor. She's not even technically a Capitol Citizen.

"My sister won the seventy fourth," she admitted, conversationally. She wanted to know if the woman would recognize the reference to Katniss.

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At the very least, Ariadne wasn't about to sell her out. She had no reason to, not when Prim wasn't doing anything that was harming anyone else. Just making conversation, getting to know people.

"I met the other winner of the Seventy-Fourth not too long ago - Peeta," she replied simply, a little bit of interest lighting her expression up. She most certainly did recognise it; Ariadne had spent far too many hours going through old footage of things, watching the methods the other Victors used, and though Prim wasn't as good as speaking to Katniss herself, it was close. Still interesting. "How did you feel about that? Her winning?"

[andproper]

She looked a little surprised, but nodded. Peeta had come back recently - and he'd of course been there for the last year.

"I was happy," she promised, a little surprised by the question. "Why wouldn't I be?" Katniss had only volunteered for her, after all. She'd be dead if not for her sister. The only sad thing had been Katniss not going home...

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"Just curious. It's not every day I get to meet someone who isn't a Sponsor or a Victor from some Games long before I ever got here," she answered. "I like to hear about what everyone else thinks of things every now and then."

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She shakes her head, though. "It was different before," she pointed out. "They didn't use to bring people back to life..." They also only used children. Sometimes she's almost grateful for the change up - though she doesn't like that other people have to suffer so that they can survive. It's not fair.