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WHO| Don and Eliot
WHAT| Meeting somewhere
WHEN| One night before Arena 03
WHERE| ...excellent question! Somewhere in the Capitol. Probably somewhere in the apartments.
NOTES| Nothing!

It was the first time in about two days that Donatello emerged from his room.

He wasn't being reclusive. No, really. Though admittedly the celebrity that he's gotten from this world has been exhausting, but in reality, he had been doing homework. Said homework involved watching the two Arenas of the 75th Hunger Games on his television (or perhaps holovision? seemed more appropriate) - watching his fellow tributes, looking at their fighting styles, their methods for survival, their adaptability, and so on.

Don despised the whole affair, and really generally despised killing. However, he realized - much to his extreme displeasure - if he was going to persevere, he at least had to try to make an effort to not die a lot. Perhaps even win. Which meant probably killing people. At least it would get him out of the Arena, but then of course it was a question of what to do next.

He finally left the District 9 apartments around midnight, still pondering those questions. Anyone who is to find him will find him pacing around the various floors, a frown on his face.

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"Knives, primarily. Or anything that can act or be molded like one - he knows how to improvise somewhat." Don nodded. "Small and sharp weapons for cutting and stabbing, basically."

At this, Don looked up at Eliot, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Attack from the shadows, huh? I guess he must think himself a ninja."

Eliot nodded. That fit with what he'd seen during his fight with the blond tribute.

He grinned at Don's joke. "Ha! He wishes! More like he's a devious coward. Still a threat, though."

"Yeah." Don nodded. "He can definitely do damage, as long as he thinks he as an advantage."

"So we make sure he never has own," Eliot said. "Did you see anyone else that will be a problem? I didn't meet everyone in the Arena and I've been too busy looking into... other things to watch any replays."

"Well..."

Don began to pace a bit, trying to get his thoughts into focus. He doesn't ask about those other things Eliot might be referring to. He figures its probably parties or something of that sort, since everyone whose in the Arena is constantly being asked to them.

"There's Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss that come to mind. They're both FBI agents, and if Mr. Flickerman's interviews are any indication, they're actually partners back where they come from, so they know how to take people down lethally. They allied in the last Arena and lasted pretty long, given the conditions."

Pace.

"Garrus Vakarian and Kaidan Alenko are similar, except they operated in space and it looks like they know my mentor Shepard from where she comes from. Given she won the first round, those two also know how to get far in the Arena, though in all four cases, they seem to be a bit more favored towards firearms? Not that not having one fully hinders them."

More pacing.

"Granted, these guys don't seem to be in the league of Gray or Tate - they seem relatively sane..."

Eliot frowned thoughtfully. "I haven't met Derek or Emily," he said slowly. "But they'll definitely be able to fight if they're FBI. Garrus is supposed to be representing the same district I am. We talked some in the dressing room. He seems like he might be a good ally. The same with Kaiden. I guess we'll have to wait to see who survives the first few hours but they might be willing to help get the girls out. If not..." He sighed. "Well, I guess it doesn't make much difference."

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"Yeah..." At this, Don stopped, rubbing the back of his head. "In the end, there's only going to be one person left...some kind of conflict is going to be inevitable."

"And not just from each other," Eliot pointed out. "I get the impression they'd rather the bloodthirsty tributes win."

"Or at least the most entertaining ones," Don sighed. "Its just a show to them, after all. One they can bet on and watch within the safety of the Capitol."

"Then let's give them their show and get those girls out at the same time," Eliot said fiercely. "We guard them like our lives depend on it, take everyone else out. We'll face which of them gets out first when we get there."