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[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

[wedonot]

No, I'm afraid it doesn't. I'm from 1962, and I'm afraid you'll find not everyone is from your world and won't know what you're talking about unless you explain it to them. There are people here from all sorts of realities and futures, that are all quite different from each other in usually significant, but sometimes subtle ways. Thus interdimensional.

[districttwo]

[big words make Cato sad. His face falls.]

...So there are places where things didn't collapse.

...what do you all do all day? I-

[He rubs at his head] It must be boring.

[wedonot]

We find ways to keep busy. What's your name?

[districttwo]

Cato. [has something changed? yep. he has an ally now. So he seems distinctly more relaxed.]

From District Two.

[wedonot]

And you're sure you're not hurt? [He knows people usually come on board with their injuries healed, but it never hurts to check.]

[districttwo]

[He lowers his gaze.] she shot me in the throat. That's how I died.

[wedonot]

Who did?

[districttwo]

District twelve. Everdeen.

[He grimaces.] With a bow and arrow.

[wedonot]

So, the Hunger Games are basically a fight to the death. For children. [:|]