@fireworkvamplee // plotted starter
One week. One week in the Capitol before all twenty four of them are thrown into an arena where they’ll be forced to fight to the death, until only one comes out on top. And Peter...he feels sick to his stomach. Can’t even begin to wrap his head around every thought and feeling that overwhelms him-- don’t focus on that. Not in here, at least. They only have three days to train, Tony told him he has to keep his focus while inside. So he bites back every horrible feeling that continues to bubble up inside of him, and starts on his...semblance of a plan.
He’s already tried a few basic, but essential things-- trying to learn what might be edible, already familiar with how to start fires, and what seems like a natural talent for climbing. But what he really wants to focus on is the tech they’ve provided. Okay, just like he practiced. He starts grabbing a few spare parts and tools, working on his...idea, when he notices someone nearby, and his heart leaps to his throat. He recognizes her from District 1-- last people he expected to talk to.
“Um-- hey,” He stutters out-- great, Peter, just look like an idiot immediately.
