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WHO| Anyone in the Capitol. Mentors, dead tributes, and the new future tributes (if you like)
WHAT| Game viewing party
WHEN| Ongoing, as long as the weather holds and the Game's don't end
WHERE| The roof of the mentor's headquarters
WARNING/NOTES| none right now.

The roof lavishly decorated, dripping with flowers, brilliantly colored blown glass bubbles and fountains that cascaded down into a small wading pool that ringed the roof. Cabana's were dotted here and there, surrounded by flowing curtains for privacy, and lounges covered with large, ornate pillows made sure there was plenty of places to sit.

Along one edge was a buffet covered with delicacies, all finger foods geared toward the warm weather. Rare fruits chilled on ice, delicate sheets of raw fish curled up on tiny piece of bread, chilled dips and many more. Iced, fruity drinks flowed freely, with a handful of Avoxs around for any needs the guest may have.

TV's were everywhere, and a guarded door lead back into the mentor's headquarter's, in case they needed to slip back in to help their tributes. If they have any left.

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"A decade?" This struck Tate as odd. Was this kid dead too? It'd explain a lot more if he was like Tate. "How old are you?"

"Did you?" he smirked now, amused by the thought of someone actually being able to wield a bow and arrow like medieval times and killing someone with it.

"Sixteen. Just turned sixteen here, actually. Guess this was my birthday present," he said, not really finding it odd that he's been training to kill people since kindergarten.

"Yeah. Got a bunch of 'em at school. Two at home." he said nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather.

Tate took this as a joke and smirked in an amused response. "Shitty birthday present." He muttered as he continued to eye the strange people mingling around them.

Hearing the 'at school' part is what perked Tate's interested. "You can sit down, you know." he first comments to Kevin, a gesture saying he was officially interested in actually talking to this weird guy. "You took a bow and arrow to school and killed people with it?" He pauses to think about this. "How efficient is that?"

"It's an alright birthday present. Better than jail time," he said, sitting down, "And if your aim is good enough, it's very efficient. Even if you don't hit a vital organ, it's pretty easy to get someone to bleed to death if they don't get help right away. Then they just limp off and die, like an animal. Of course, you have to have a good bow or you'll barely splinter them."

Tate let out a snort through his nose. "You got caught?" Of course he probably shouldn't be talking seeing that a petite little blond girl just pushed him off a waterfall. Tate had some memory of when the SWAT team came into his room and shot him. Had it not been for that he probably would have landed some serious prison time as well.

"How many did you get?" He too spoke of this like they were discussing sports.

"Yeah, I got caught. The bad thing about locking all the doors from the outside is that you're locked in, too. But it was worth it, or they all just would've ran away, and I got tried as a juvenile, anyways," he said, still keeping a close eye on the screen although honestly, no one who was left had really caught his attention.

"Nine at school. Eleven total. A few are in the hospital, I think. They might die, too. Guess I won't know now," he said.

"I got 15 at school. Shot them one by one." He said as if they were comparing stats and he had just one upped him. "And lit my mom's boyfriend on fire beforehand, but he unfortunately lived."

"I got caught too." He had to give that one up seeing that then he and Kevin were really on the same level. "See I didn't lock myself in or anything. Just went home and chilled until the SWAT team showed up and killed me." His tone like he was talking about the weather. "Being a ghost forever is probably worse than going to prison I suspect." His eyes stayed focus on that blond girl who had killed him that was hiding once again in the arena. "But then I got out and I'm here. A real vacation, if you would."

"Yeah? I thought about using a gun. It would've been more convenient," he said, not too happy to be one-upped but still thinking that he was the more skilled one, "But I like to add my own personal style, you know."

He raised an eyebrow at the word 'ghost', worried that his new acquaintance might be insane rather than like-minded, "What's that about ghosts?"

"Used a shotgun." He smirked looking back at his killing spree with fondness. "Should have gone on a while longer, but the SWAT team hit the school too fast."

"Oh, well you know, I'm dead." he shrugged casually before looking back up at the screen. "And because I died in like a cursed house or something, I pretty much haunt there because I'm a ghost. Sounds lame, but you know, whatever."