acquaintance {hank & tigs} brunch buffet

When my five minutes with Arcadia were up, we hastily agreed to meet later on in the day. The talkative career from district one was not all to bad and it could not hurt to have a friend like her. In a matter of fact, talking to Arcadia had probably been the first time I had felt like myself since arriving in the capitol. I had completely lost any essence of who I am to the overwhelming number of emotions firing signals throughout my brain that I forgot how to be myself around people. I was already in a fight or flight mode, trying to work out who I could fight and who would be best to avoid. Arcadia gave me a small sense of comfort, at least whatever was possible in such a short time.

Once again I was being ushered off to a new table. A new drink was forced into my hand by some avox who had the unfortunate duty to ensure that we were all having the time of our lives mingling with the people we would have to kill.

I was directed into a seat opposite off one of the district ten tributes, I tried to make a point of remembering which district everyone was from, and maybe with all the information I was gaining from this experience I could make flashcards. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, the more I know about them, the higher chance I have of outwitting them.

I shook Hank’s hand as I flashed him an energetic smile whilst taking my seat.

”You can call me Tigs, I’m from nine” I replied out of courtesy right before he read out the question printed on the slip of paper.

”What was your most embarrassing moment at school”

I could not help but laugh at the question, there had to be about a million and one different answers. Every time I felt like I had finally found my place at school, there would be a moment where I reminded myself that I would never fit in.

”I mean that is a tricky one, I guess when you are constantly making a fool of yourself it gets hard to be embarrassed. On my first day at my new school, my mom actually showed up to pick me up, but she was drunk coming home from a bar. Yeah a lot of things happened, and I never really recovered from it, most people seemed to feel sorry for me if they didn’t think I was some sort of white trash.”

I waved my hands around to dismiss anything Hank could possibly say and promptly picked up the next paper. ”Who’s your closest friend and what are they like?”