The Post-Reaping Blues (tori, open)

Serenity was leaving Veronica's house. Today had been a bad day for everyone due to Jango's reaping. On the way home, she saw some one literally walk into a pole. He hit the pole head on and blood began to spurt from his nose. Having just come from fixing up Veronica, Serenity had her medical bag on her. She began to enter her zone, and pulled a towel from the pack on her back. Quickly, she hurried over to the boy.

"Here. Apply pressure." She handed the boy the towel and manage to give him direction in the least amount of words possible. Just because she was in her zone didn't mean she was no longer shy. After a moment, Serenity giggled. She had just witnessed this boy walk straight into a pole. It was something that she needed. Something to lighten her mood. Who wants into poles? Serenity giggled again as she remember the time Clarisse had actually done so. "You might want to watch where you're going." Serenity whispered, smiling.

Serenity bit her lip as he asked her the question. It was something she did not want to go into. It wasn't something she could really understand herself, anyways. "Yes, that's her name." Serenity took a deep breath before continuing. "She's not doing well at all. I can even begin to imagine what she's going through. These games have taken so much away from her."

She started to play with her fingers as she spoke, because Serenity, quite honestly, was also having a hard time dealing with this. Jango had been a sort of big brother to her, and she was still sad over Rocko's death. "Did you know Jango?" she asked the boy. He seemed to have no problem remember the male tribute's name so she wondered if he knew him.

Serenity listened as the boy spoke. She immediately wanted to give him a hug when he mentioned his brother, but she refrained from doing so. "I'm so sorry for your lost. I can relate though. My brother was killed in the games too. He was a year old than yours. And I was only 7." It was one of Serenity's worse memories. The only person in her family who looked after her, gone.

She returned to the topic of Veronica. "Even though I've experienced pain like that, I still cannot imagine Veronica's heartache. Year after year the people she loves are sent to die. Sometimes I often wonder if I'm next." Serenity looked down at her hands as she spoke. Her voice was dropping slowly. After a moment she looked back at the boy. "How's your nose?"