Welcome.

[trustfelling]

You don't remember how you got here. It may be one of the first things to occur to you when you wake up, that you don't know when you got here, what you were doing involved nothing like this; granted, it's also possible that it doesn't matter – that whatever circumstances you last remember have nothing on the fact that this bed is really comfortable and the room around you is gently-lit. It's warm, but it's nowhere near where you're supposed to be. Whatever you think of it, the fact is that you can't stay there forever; there's a silver key resting on that trunk near your bed, and you might want to take it on the way out. It's no big deal if you don't, exactly – it won't lock automatically after you close the door, that has to be done manually – but it'll probably become clear that privacy is a commodity in a place like this. After all, you aren't alone; the hallway is likely quick to become populated with other people that are just as confused as you are. Go ahead and talk to them if you'd like; none of you will know exactly how you got to the building with the wooden walls and the odd windows that no one can see through, but that doesn't mean you can't get to know each other on the way to...wherever it is that you're going. Wander long enough and you may hear the chiming of a clock nearby. It's hard to tell whether it's telling you it's very early or very late at night, but checking out the room it's in eventually might be a good idea regardless; it's large and open, designed to accommodate social gatherings from the look of it, with the clock in question mounted against the western wall. It isn't the only thing here, though – there's a large frame set into the wall nearby, and it contains some information that might be relevant to your interests... Or perhaps your attention is drawn instead to the other framed information nearby; don't worry if you miss it in here, though. It's posted in every other room in the building. There's also the matter of the large double-doors at the end of the room; they aren't going to open, regardless of what you do. Looks like you're trapped here for the time being. Might as well see who's here with you, right?

Comments

[meanttobe]

[Frown.]

What? Why's that? I mean- we've just met and it's kinda rocky, but this whole thing's strange so? 'Course it would be? You seem pretty okay to me.

[They have just met and he has decided Katniss is an alright person, here it is, here is Brady.]

[flagitate]

[ It's like you're speaking gibberish to her, but she manages to lower her hand. ]

... Thanks, [ she says slowly, and she doesn't sound too sure. ] Nice to meet you. Too.

[ Can you tell she's not used to this, Brady. ]

[meanttobe]

[HE MIGHT BE PICKING UP ON THAT FACT. Don't worry, he is chill enough for the both of them!]

Wanna tell me a bit about yourself? What you like to do, how you relax?

[or not, we could not do that too]

[flagitate]

[ There's a. Pause. A slightly really awkward pause. How do you relax. ]

There's not much to say. [ Shifting in her seat. ] I hunt in the forest outside my district.

[meanttobe]

Hunting? [Huh! From the look on his face he's clearly never considered that as a way of relaxing.] Like, for foxes or deer or stuff like that?

[flagitate]

More like... squirrels. Rabbits. Wild dog. Deer are more rare.

[meanttobe]

Wild dogs? Uhhh. Yikes.

[flagitate]

They're not as bad as they sound. Especially if you're up in a tree.

[meanttobe]

No, I mean, hunting dogs. That's a little bit...eh.

[flagitate]

They're not the kind of dogs you want to have as pets.

[meanttobe]

Shouldn't they be taken to the pound then? They, uh, rehabilitate feral animals, don't they?

[flagitate]

We don't have anything like that. None of the districts do.

[meanttobe]

Really? I thought everywhere does. People are really just fine with you killing 'em, though?

[flagitate]

[ ... should... should she tell him... they eat the wild dogs...

After a very long pause: ]

Yeah. No one really cares.

[meanttobe]

[just do it, shatter his innocence early]

That's...weird. And kinda depressing.

[OH BUDDY]

Are you, uh, any good at it? Hunting.

[flagitate]

[ ... she can't do it. fuck. ]

Yeah. I'm one of the best. [ Her back feels totally vulnerable without her bow and quiver. ] I can shoot most of my kill right through the eye.

... With a bow and arrow. Not a gun.

[meanttobe]

[the didsney is 2 pure]

Whoa! [The clarification is appreciated and also it makes it even cooler??] You can use a bow-and-arrow, that is awesome, dude! I don't know anyone who can do that! Especially not like, that accurately.

[flagitate]

[ so pure. she cannot ruin him

... His enthusiasm is pretty great. ]

Not... really. My father was a lot better than I could ever be. He taught me everything I know.

[meanttobe]

Whaaat? C'mon, you don't know that. You... [My father was ah.....

Brady swallows his words and speaks softer.] You can respect his skills and still strive to do better, you know. Being able to do all that's still pretty amazing.

[flagitate]

[ This is... god. Katniss isn't used to compliments. Amazing. There's a word that feels foreign in relation to her. ]

... It's not really that amazing. I just do what I have to do.

[meanttobe]

[...Hm.]

This...doesn't sound like something you just do for fun.

[flagitate]

I do it for food for my family. And anyone who'll trade with me.

And it calms me down.

[meanttobe]

You gotta hunt to eat?

[Ah.......]

[flagitate]

... Sometimes.

[meanttobe]

Uh. Wow...

[Aaand he's starting to get an uneasy feeling in his stomach.]

...is talking about things where you come from a bad way to take your mind off all this nonsense?