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Player Name: Cata
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Rue
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

A. [Action :: The Art Gallery]

[There aren't many paintings District 11. The sketches in the worn textbooks in school, crude drawings in the ground, those are the things Rue sees. Paintings are for richer people, for Capitol citizens.

It's a strange thing seeing a painting of yourself. They're beautiful paintings. She reaches out to touch it, but stops, afraid to damage it or ruin the moment captured in paint.

Rue stretches out her wings, bright yellow like her namesake. Without a word, she presses the three middle fingers of her right hand to her lips and holds them out.

Thank you, Peeta.]

B. [Voice]

What kind of music does everyone like?

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[greenjacketed]

Aye. And there ain't noting a poacher likes better'n that.

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It's amazing no one minds how much you hunt. [But a place without Peacekeepers or regular guards is amazing in itself. The Malnosso are close, yet different.]

Do you do a lot of hunting?

[greenjacketed]

Me? Nah. Not so much, anymore. I've a lass who does that for me.

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Who's that? [Because the more people that know how to hunt, the better.]

[greenjacketed]

The mistress of the house: Miss Katniss Everdeen.

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You know Katniss?

[greenjacketed]

Aye. Who asks?

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I'm Rue. I'm friends with Katniss.

[greenjacketed]

Rue!

[ he knows the name! he's half-convinced he's living in her old room. ] Does she know yer here, lass?

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Uh-huh. We talked. [Hugged, cried, all the usual things from a meeting.] I'm happy to see her again.

[A beat.] I'm happy she has other friends. [Because let's be honest here; Katniss is Katniss and if she's hunting for someone, then there's probably a friendship or alliance there.]

[greenjacketed]

...I do what I can, child. Mostly, I figure she's lookin' after me. [ ... ] Reckon this means you'll be 'round for supper?

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I'd like to, if it's not a bother.

[greenjacketed]

Never a bother. My guess is that the lasses will be pleased to have you.