foes {Lara & Vallen}

Vallen Watkins

Seeing all the different food spread out is jaw dropping, and Vallen can't help but shovel a little bit of everything onto his plate, but instead of starting with something that's represented from one of the higher districts, he starts with district twelve and works his way up. Working on robots instead of training has caused him a lot of hunger, of course, it's been a few hours since he's had breakfast, and even then, Vallen didn't eat very much. Breakfasts aren't his favorite meal of the day, and he wants to always save room for lunch and dinner. It's even more true now that he's in the Capitol, yet he forces himself to have three meals a day because he needs to gain a bit of weight in order to make it a bit longer in the hunger games.

Once his plate is full, he finds a seat in the corner away from everyone. It's easier to sit alone instead of getting to know others. Some of them may become friends, but what is a friend here? Everyone is the enemy, just like in robotics.

Shaking his head, Vallen lifts his fork and starts devouring some of the food. The sweet potato pie is amazing, and the different roasted vegetables make his mouth water, but at the same time is brings some tears to his eyes. His family is sitting back home with little to eat, and here he is having the opportunity of a lifetime to taste the food from around Panem, and he has the chance to shovel as much of it as possible into his stomach before feeling like he'll burst. It's unfair what the tributes go through before entering into the arena while families of tributes sit at their houses suffering.

It's a cruel world, and Vallen drew the short end of the stick, but he understands it's part of life, and everyone will die eventually whether it's through being murdered by someone trying to survive or dying from old age. Might as well enjoy what could easily be his last few days alive. Maybe even use this as a chance to make some friends.