#liucija

Knowing fully well how important survival techniques are in the arena, Izara decided to make that station her first stop. After nearly starving without knowledge of edible vegetation, the victor turned her attention to the various plants presented on the table. 

The trainer himself sat back as though he was waiting for Izara to trip up and make a mistake. He didn’t speak and he didn’t react as she began to analyze the plants provided and their respective properties. Though she itched to hold a weapon and each time she heard steel on steel she turned green with envy.

Katerina’s pitiful attempts to get Izara to open the door and at least speak to her were beginning to wear down on the victor’s already thinning patience. Without even bothering to wait for Macil to make an appearance, Izara opened the door and strode past her tearful excuse for a mother and back out into the storm. 

The rain had let up somewhat, just enough to allow one to walk to the awaiting train without ending up covered in mud. However, apparently the weather was still not conducive to the blonde-haired idiot’s fashion choices because she still had yet to make an appearance. Neither had her mentor or fellow tribute.

Without a second glance at the awaiting avoxes, Izara headed directly toward where she knew the bar car would be. After all, the Capitol was oh so predictable. 

The edible plants and insects station seemed like a thousand years ago as I scanned the room, searching for a station that wouldn't make me want to vomit at the thought of putting live insects anywhere near my mouth. There were certain places that I simple couldn't imagine putting a cricket and my mouth - along with any other of my body's orifices - fell inside such a category. It was probably the need for the ability to create relatively normal food inside the arena that eventually drew me to the cooking station.