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Having been hurt several times on both his hands and arms from knife throwing, Barric was a bit late to lunch after the trainer from the station forced him to at least get a bit bandaged before going to the Hall. Now, looking around, he shrugged at the sight of minimal Tributes still there eating and went to pick up a plate. He walked through the line, piling an assortment of foods onto his tray, then got himself a bottle of strange looking purple bottled water before he sat himself near the window by himself and started to eat.

After a bit, he felt a shadow on the tabletop and looked up to see another boy there,  with his own food in his hands. Barric gave him polite smile.