Just another feast... [atoa, Breeze, L//OPEN]

I sighed as I put the empty pan down. The cook sneer at me before shoving another tray into my arms, shooing me out of the kitchen. Was Avoxes really hated so much, because they believed so strongly that following the Capitol wasn't the only way in life that we where punished by said Capitol, that we where despised by other servants?
I set the tray on the table with the other foods.
I quickly refilled the wine table, then stood off to the side, waiting to be needed.

It must be a strange feeling to get drunk. I was pretty sure that I couldn't stand a cloudy mind, anyways. My natural alchohol resistance was enough to stun my collegues.
Others, however, were not as lucky and are instantly dazed after the first glass. Already they were slapping around, mouthing off at passersby and rounding on nearby Avoxes. I looked around for the host, but she was nowhere nearby. I kept a wary eye on them as I continued to sip away at my glass.

Plato stopped her. He dragged her to a dark corner and gestured for her to not move at all. He had a plan.... a very good one, to either get them out of there, or they would die. He made it look like they were laying down on the job. The cooks saw him only and grabbed him by the hair. He took Plato and dragged him into the kitchen. He didn't see the girl though. Plato thanked nothing for letting her go. He hoped that she got the idea that she was supposed to run like hell!

I couldn't leave him behind. He was risking everything here.
I rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a pen and pad of paper from the counter top.
'An avox is trying to escape, on the third floor'. I push the pad and paper to the cook, eyes wide.
The cook let go of the avox and took off to the third floor, one of the most crowded floors, being where the gameroom was.
I grabbed the boy by the wrist and began tugging him to the back door.

Avoxes on the run, huh. I knew that assisting the "enemies of Panem" was a death sentence. But it wasn't their fault. From the looks of them, these two seemed inexperienced in the life of survival on the run.
Lucky for them, I knew someone who was a master runaway THIEF. The only person I trust the most.
This wasn't the first time I'd be helping "traitors." I knew I would never get caught. Not when I'm the best mechanic to keep the President's house in livable conditions.
Sneaking up in the dark so no one could see me, I grabbed the two by the arms and motioned for silence.
"I know what you're trying to do," I said. "I can help."

Plato may have a tongue, but he wants to keep it that way! So instead, he nodded and grabbed the girls hand and took out a peace of paper, it said:

My name's Plato, what's yours?

"I'm Ana." I handed the paper to Casi. I didn't trust him, but he couldn't be that bad that he'll give us back to the Capitol. And it would be pointless to torture us. We couldn't talk, so we couldn't give anything away... Not that the Capitol tells anything important to avoxes.