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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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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.

Pruna just nodded at her and wrinkled her nose. "She do probably be being a spy and she do be being stupid. But that bird did be sounding interesting."

"Yeah, with our luck." Sandy sighed leaning against the sink that was still running to drown them out.

"But if she is feeding them information, maybe we can feed her lies."

Pruna grinned, she liked the idea of that. "We will be telling her wrong information, and be finding out as much as we can be being from her. Though we do be needing to be finding a way to make sure she do be telling the truth."

Sandy was glad Pruna was on board, it felt like she actually had a friend and not just an ally.

"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."

Pruna nodded, "She can be helping us, like a watcher on a mission." She grinned, "Though we can no be trusting her, not unless she do be proving she do no be a spy, but she can be being useful anyways."

Sandy nodded and yawned despite herself.

"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.

Pruna nodded, sleep sounded good. She frowned when Sandy mentioned nightmares and stood on her tiptoes to flick Sandy's forhead hard. "You do be leaving her alone stupid nightmares, or I will be coming after you and we will be seeing who do be being scared then!"

Sandy made a pathetic yelp when flicked and flinched. Pruna had a SHARP flick.

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.

Pruna grinned back, it was something that worked for her sister when she had nightmares. Pruna was a good nightmare threatener.

A long way indeed, Pruna went to leave the bathroom. "I will be seeing you in the morning."

"Good night."

Sandy let her leave first and reached up to wipe the fog off the mirror. Tonight had been.... exhilarating! She had successfully put together a disguise and for the first times in months she had felt anonymous and invisible again. Years of trying to fly under the radar back home had helped. Not only that but she'd gotten her wall tagged, gotten back to her hiding place, out of costume and home without being caught!

And now they were making allies, plans. Things that felt so much better then sitting back and waiting to be saved.

There was danger, and she was still running, but she was less afraid.

Maybe there was something truthful about Pruna being scarier then the fears she carried in the back if her mind.