Cassandra "Sandy" Marko (
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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.
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.
******
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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"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.
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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..."
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"Oh yeah? Like where?" She inquired giving Prim a sidelong glance. After all she knew these people better then Sandy did.
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"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."
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"Mockingjay? Like a bird?"
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"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."
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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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"Be showing her." She ordered Prim.
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"I think we should meet tomorrow. Somewhere with lots of noise, so no one can listen in."
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Either way for the first time in a long time Sandy felt like she was being productive.
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She pointed a finger at Prim. "We will be meeting you there."
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"So...whattya think?" Meaning what did she think of Prim of course.
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"But if she is feeding them information, maybe we can feed her lies."
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"It would still be better if she is on the level. So if she's really honest and trying to help us? I say we let her in. Strength in numbers right?" Her eyes seemed to spark as another idea hit, "Plus! She's not even going to the arena. So it might be helpful for us to have someone on the outside while we're stuck fighting for our lives. She can pay attention to all the stuff we can't."
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"Alright, plotting time is done, sleep time is now." She turned off the water slowly. "Maybe if I'm exhausted I won't have any nightmares this time." She didn't sound at all confident about that hope.
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But when she heard the threat she smiled in amused disbelief. She even found her cheeks burning a little.
"H-heh...thanks Ashley. I'll sleep easier knowing you've got my back even in dreamland."
They'd come a long way from calling each other names in the training room.
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A long way indeed, Pruna went to leave the bathroom. "I will be seeing you in the morning."
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