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Lana watched on in horror as the quiz played out. Thankfully, Kelvin seemed to be fairly intelligent. They taught all of this at the Academy, anyway. In all honestly, she was surprised to find herself actually giving a shit about what happened to him. She barely even knew the kid, and yet she wanted to see him win. That’s what she was here for, anyway, to make sure District Two won. Lana looked up as someone sat down beside her, giving them a quick nod, but otherwise not indicating that she’d actually noticed their presence.

Elaria stared at the screen, shock written across her features. Misty was gone. There wasn’t even anything she could’ve done to help. She was here one moment, and dead the next. All because of some stupid trivia questions. “How the hell was she supposed to know that?” She found herself raising her voice, glaring furiously at the screen, trying to blink back the tears that always came when she lost a tribute. “She’s only fourteen, she wasn’t even alive when most this happened!”

Trixanna was staring at one of the large screens, drink in hand when she caught a whiff of a familiar cologne. She suddenly tensed as she glanced around. It had been over five years since she’d smelt that. And god if she said the scent didn’t make her stomach roll, she was a damned liar. Feeling uncomfortable, she moved to the bar and took up a seat on one of the bar stools. She turned her back to the bar and leaned against it, her glass cradled comfortably between her hands as her nails tapped on the glass. She was observing the crowd, looking for the familiar face to match the familiar scent, hoping beyond all hope that she had been mistaken. She was so lost to her thoughts and observations that she jumped when someone sat next to her. “Shit, I’m sorry.” She muttered, not sparing a glance towards the other as she quickly dabbed at the spilled drink on her dress. 

Artemis was weaving her way through the growing crowds, growing quickly uncomfortable in her outfit. She just prayed these Games would be quick so she would be able to get out of the ridiculous headgear as soon as possible. The doors were sealed, and Artemis dared not look towards the peacekeepers for fear of some sort of punishment. She made her way towards a table, bending down to offer food to someone with a small smile.

“You have got to be kidding me...” Elaria muttered, looking around at her surroundings. The doors had been barricaded, peacekeepers in front of each one, and the walls were no longer walls, instead screens set to broadcasting the Games. There was no escape from it. She sighed heavily, taking a seat at one of the tables. If she was going to be stuck here, she might as well try and do her job, despite the constant noise around her. She glanced the screens for Barrett and Misty, smiling in relief when she watched them both emerge from the bloodbath unscathed. “That’s the first part done.” She breathed, not noticing someone coming to sit beside her.