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Who: Sandy, Open to All
What: The little girl's been sneaking around late
Where: Anywhere in The Training Center, Particularly District 12 suite because that's where she's headed.
When: Late at night some random night

It's late.

Far late for most sane people to still be awake. Sure many parties in the Capitol go into the wee hours of the evening but most Tributes have to get their beauty sleep after all. There's lots of training to do, interviews to look good for. Might as well not force the stylists to contend with bags under your eyes as well as everything else right?

But in the dimmed lights of the Tribute's Training Center, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, Sandy Marko of District 12 is creeping in some time after midnight.

It's a little odd, given that Sandy hates going to big parties that she would be out so late. And there's no WAY her stylist approved of the dark bland clothes she's wearing. However is she going to stand out at night wearing clothes that have the same color scheme of shadows and stone?

Shuffling along as quickly as she can and pulling the straps on her bag tight she makes a B-line for the elevator and the District 12 suite from wherever it is you've spotted her.

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Once the door to the District 12 suite is closed behind her the scrawny little girl sighs with relief and grins wickedly as if she just got away with something particularly mischievous.

Because somewhere out there in the great big city, she's made her statement and she's proud. Even if she knows it'll be washed away in a day or two.

Then again who knows...some of the bubble headed residents might think her art is neat and try to keep it for themselves.

The important thing was for a rare moment since arriving, Sandy felt like she was actually doing something productive.

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Sandy seemed to consider it and then finally shrugged. "Yeah OK you're safe for now. But if we get in trouble we'll know who ratted us out...either you or the cameras everywhere."

And just like that the long legged girl led the way to the only place where she thought they could talk without being overheard. The bathroom.

Pruna wrinkled her nose, not trusting Prim at all. But she glared at her and followed Sandy to the bathroom.

Once they were in there Pruna wrinkled her nose. "Your sister, did she really be winning because she did be being in love?" It was the most stupid thing Pruna had ever heard of her life.

"She loves Peeta very much," Prim promised, looking up at the ceiling for cameras, and then down at Pruna. She gave the girl a worried look.

This was not a place to be discussing things. It was quiet, and the capitol could probably hear everything.

Sandy smirked seeming to pick up on Prim's worried looks and stood a little taller and prouder.

Reaching into the shower she tugged on the handle setting the hot water to flow and patter to the ground. The hissing sound of droplits pounding on tile filled the room like white noise. The steam was already rising and would fog the mirror...maybe even a hidden camera lense but there was no way to be sure.

"Saw this in a movie once." She explained.

Pruna grinned at Sandy's trick, it was clever and something that Pruna wouldn't have thought of herself (mostly because of the lack of running water in her world).

"That do be being clever."

"But won't they know we're talking about something secret?" Prim questioned, looking about the mirrors before reaching up to the shower head. She was searching for a microphone. if she could reach it, standing on tippy toes..

"I bet they'll keep a closer eye on us after this," she added.

Sandy looked smug and drank up Pruna's praise before her face fell at Prim's points of logic.

"Well they already know how we feel about them." She pointed her thumb at Pruna and then herself. "I've never made it a secret I think this is all just legal murder and I want no part of it. So if they aren't watching me close already they're stupid too."

"I do no be caring if they do be watching me," She told the other girl wrinkling her nose. "If you do be being scared you can be leaving."

"I don't want them hurting Katniss," she responded, focusing on Pruna at last - fidgeting a little. "Or you..."

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That actually made Sandy smirk.

"Well you can relax. I haven't been doing anything but wandering the streets alone. But someone is out there painting the walls of the city. Pictures and slogans and stuff. Maybe it'll get people to think a little." She shrugged her shoulders presuming that the girls would be smart enough to pick up on what she meant.

"Katniss do be being brave and strong." The unlike you was not spoken but heavily implied. She focused on Sandy instead and grinned, "Well it do be sounding like they do be being brave as well."

Prim didn't know what these girls were playing at, but they worried her. They didn't seem to realize they were dancing through flames that could burn them at any second - or anyone they loved. Bragging was a surefire way to get in trouble.

It wasn't as if Prim didn't approve of rebellion, She just didn't want people getting hurt without reason.

"I'm not sure if it's that easy," she admitted out loud. "Maybe if they painted the right things..."

Now THAT got Sandy's attention.

"Oh yeah? Like where?" She inquired giving Prim a sidelong glance. After all she knew these people better then Sandy did.

Pruna was also looking at Prim with interest, she had lived here longer than her and Sandy so she would know the people better even is she wasn't from the capitol herself.

"It's not where," she corrected, glancing between them. "It's what you put up..." Cinna would know more, she thinks, but...

"Like questions that make them think; or symbols they don't like - like the mockingjay... You have to show them things the Capitol doesn't want them to see, I think. And you have to be really clear, or they won't get it."

Sandy wanted to argue she thought her messages were pretty clear and encouraging free thought. But something caught her attention.

"Mockingjay? Like a bird?"

"That do no be no bird I have ever been hearing of." She looked between the two girls, confused.

"The Capitol created it," she explained, remembering that it wouldn't have been created on their world.

"Only, they didn't do it on purpose. It reminds everyone they made a mistake..." It was a pretty big debacle actually, back in the time of rebellion. She isn't sure about getting into the details, though.

"Maybe you could use it as a signature... I could show you what it looks like."

Sandy's face split into a conspiratorial smile "I like it! It's meaningful, it'll bug them! You gotta show me!" She insisted eagerly. After all she knew she wasn't the best spray paint artist, but if she had a simple symbol she could use to thumb her nose at the authority?

Well, she'd be going through alot more makeup with how many times she'd be in and out of her disguises.

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Pruna grinned as well, she liked the idea that the Capitol had made a mistake, and that there was something to prove it. She had no idea how to draw or anything but if Sandy wanted to do this she would help her, because that's what allies did.

"Be showing her." She ordered Prim.

"I need to get a picture," she responded, thinking about how they could go about this.

"I think we should meet tomorrow. Somewhere with lots of noise, so no one can listen in."

Well that was reasonable, "Alright, how about the Ice Cream Parlor. They're always busy. But if we go after around noon it'll be packed." If Prim was really gonna help them out Sandy was willing to meet on her terms.

Either way for the first time in a long time Sandy felt like she was being productive.

Pruna nodded, it made sense, if there was lots of people it would be harder to hear them even with their stupid cameras.

She pointed a finger at Prim. "We will be meeting you there."

She doesn't look particularly scared, but at least she does bob her head before moving to leave the room.

Once the door was closed Sandy glanced back to Pruna.

"So...whattya think?" Meaning what did she think of Prim of course.