#{;openstarter}

open starter (mutuals only)

The district seven floor was becoming far too confining. Axel was used to being able to go outside and explore. She loved to run and to climb, but now she was like a prisoner is a, frankly, beautiful cell. The closest the tributes could get was the garden at the top of the tribute tower. She wondered if it was true that it was jump proof. “The Capitol smells weird.” She noted to no one in particular. “Like fake air.”

When Pixel came to she was laying on the ground in the tower’s elevator. She rubbed her eyes slightly before pushing herself to a sitting position and leaning up against the wall. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there, but that wasn’t necessarily an uncommon occurrence. There was someone else in the elevator with her. “Who are you? What floor are we going to?”

The first time Jaime had done a five am shift, she’d nearly been asleep on her feet the whole time. Being hired as the lead baker for the Mariposa Cafe was more than she could have ever dreamed of and a nice second chance to have a fresh start in London. She had spent the last few weeks keeping her head down and adjusting to her new job without any real bothering to check out her neighborhood or the surrounding areas.

"I'm really in the mood to have pizza, to be honest."