One. ~ Audio. then video.

[districttwo]

[There's a sudden click on the forge and then there's the sound of heavy breathing. Then a shock-a noise-and then a rustle-like clothing moving around. Then a mad scramble and suddenly barge-there's a face.

It's a young face. An attractive face, belonging to a powerfully built young male with short blond hair-matted-absolutely matted with blood and gore. His gaze is wide-eyed.]

...Where's 12?

[he hesitates] Why am I back in my room? Is this-is this another test? Another arena? Or..

[The next part is said half-hopeful, half horrified. Deep down he knows it's not true, and it won't be a particular shock. Still.]

...Did I win?

Comments

Private;

[insolubleriddle]

[He doesn't really need muscle from a teenager, but maybe an 'exchange' will make Cato less wary about receiving unsolicited help from someone.]

I won't decline an exchange. You demonstrate your skill, where necessary, and I'll help you adjust to the barge to the best of my ability. If that sounds acceptable, I'll pop around to your cabin-- which I still need the number of, by the way.

Re: Private;

[districttwo]

[Insert room number here because the list wasn't updated quite yet.] A lot of people are looking for me.


You're all so concerned.

Private;

[insolubleriddle]

All of us? The wardens must be feeling paternal today.

Just so we're clear, I won't go looking for you, as they are. You'll need to take the initiative at the door.

[If Cato doesn't judge him trustworthy by appearance alone, well...there'll be plenty of time to work on that.]