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Player Name: JC
Are you new?: Yep
Character Name: Peeta Mellark
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

A. [Action;]

[It's been a few days now since his arrival. His return, technically, although he can't recall ever being here before.]

[Real or Not Real, Peeta Mellark has wings.]

[Exhaustion finally claimed him at some point (his recall of the last few days is hazy at best) and he now has at least a few hours of sleep in him. He's fairly certain he didn't actually manage to harm anyone that first day. Surely they would have locked him away if he had, right?]

[Still, as he walks he hunches his shoulders inside the over-large hooded sweatshirt that's currently hiding his wings, avoiding others as best he can. Nestled between his hands is a cup of hot chocolate, that luxury he only tasted for the first time recently, during his days in the Capitol leading up to the Games. The warm liquid soothes his throat, gone raw from screaming.]

[He has no real destination in mind beyond getting out and stretching his legs. Maybe he shouldn't be out, endangering others. Maybe they ought to have locked him away when they had the chance. Yet standing here now, looking up at the sign for the bakery, he doesn't feel particularly dangerous. He just feels tired, and worn, and empty.]

B. [Voice;]

[His voice is hoarse, as if it's been used too much recently.]

So apparently I've been here before... or at least, that's what they tell me. Does that happen often around here? People coming and going?

((ooc: replies will have to wait until I'm out of work tomorrow, alas. and i'm on plurk as hellblazing for random prodding purposes >>; ))

rutagraveolens

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?

fortherefreshments

[ There is video for only a moment: a glimpse of trees and a forehead before the mode is quickly switched over to an audio setting. Aside from some minor shuffling noises and pages turning, it's quiet.

Then comes the emphasized groan. ]

Guess I'm overdue for a new pain in the ass.

[ It's a voice that can best be described as a derisive growl. Dry. Sobriety will do that to a man. Though he is speaking to himself, his words are clear enough to suggest to any that have half a brain about them that he is very aware that he can be heard by others. How many, where they are and, of course, their intentions...well, that's all something he's going to have to fish for.

He knows all too well that this is how these games work, after all. ]

Player Name: Rae
Are you new?: Y
Character Name: Haymitch Abernathy
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

smartaxed

[ Here we have it, Luceti, the dulcet tones of everybody's... favorite... mentor. Sounding a bit exasperated, a bit more like he doesn't actually give a crap about the outcome of this post, and a bit more like he's been drinking.

Which he has, of course. To his credit (or the credit he'd give himself, thanks much), he's not passed out on his table or halfway to it yet. Yet being the operative word, but hey, he's still getting back into practice. He's just kind of been casually flipping through pages through the night and into morning, watching full conversations unfold, not paying any attention to the things he doesn't see a point in paying attention to.

There's not much he can easily listen in on and get anything really useful from. Typical fare, that. But he came to a very important and calculated conclusion in the process. Amazing wisdom that should be passed down and cherished.

Wait, no, he didn't. ]

Do you people ever shut up?

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Player Name: Dani
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Haymitch Abernathy
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

channeled

[ Waking up in a forest is the last thing he expected. Really, waking up at all was astounding, let alone with the sounds of nature around and with fresh, cool air filling his lungs.

He's slow to sit up, waiting for the pain to come. His sole companion for...he wasn't sure how long...it only made sense it would return soon. But there's nothing. Long, skilled fingers find his face and skim over unblemished flesh. His bare chest, when he looks down, is unharmed as well. Not what he remembers.

The lack of fire in his nerves lets him finally feel something he hasn't felt in awhile. Hunger. Thirst. It's enough that, eventually, he allows himself to stand and make his way to the nearby stream. The water is cool and welcoming against his skin, even if the spring air is a bit chilled, and he drinks his fill and splashes his face before settling back on the bank.

It's only then he catches sight of his reflection...really catches... and he sees the sleek black wings. They flex under his attention, and there's the briefest flash of gold as the tips of the pinions come into view...and then disappear. Well.

He gives the briefest of laughs, his soft voice carrying to the open journal, unknown to him. ]

Not my first choice... but it will do, I suppose.

Are you new?: N
Character Name: Cinna
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

shenevermisses

[Never let it be said that a Career is against learning.

The village provides food-- good food and for free--, but Clove isn't inclined to trust that this will last forever. She assumed her food supply was secure once; three nights of falling asleep with hunger pains were her punishment for that. So, now, she is trying to learn the skills she previously discounted.

Two attempts are already set up. Handmade nets-- string woven together to discourage breakge and tied together in moderate-sized squares-- are positioned. One is laid out in the brush. The other is dipped in the stream, supported by a stick secured on the bank with a small stone structure. It only extends halfway across, and the dark twine shows under the water easily.

She has three other methods with her: more twine and a book on snares, a shoddy hand-made fishing pole, and a sharpened stick to use as a spear. More Cato's style than hers, but he isn't here... So she'll try to learn.

She's talking to herself, muttering as she tries to make a snare. Not as easy as the book makes it look. Her tone is determined, not angry.]

C'mon, Clove. If District Twelve can do it, so can you.

Player Name: Lynn
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Clove
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

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