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As the day began, Barryllium Sulkur found himself in a whirl-wind of memories of recent events; the afternoon jog in which he met Sylvania Legend, the poor girl that had lost her sister to the Games and part of her life to morphling. It baffled the chubby boy how much help he had seemed to give to her. In all honesty, Barry wondered if it had been only a dream. It had definitely felt like it.

The once empty streets of District 2 quickly filled as people awoke and began their daily routine. Children going over to train, adults going to work…the usual stuff; but as Barry stepped outside, he somehow knew this wasn’t going to be the usual day, at least for him…

Again.

Barryllium wasn’t sure he could handle and unusual day. What will it be this time? A dancing frog? The ghosts of dead tributes invade District 2, armed with household appliances? It wouldn’t surprise Barry.

His mother had ordered him to go to the market to buy the ingredients for dinner. It was surprising how a woman so capable with every weapon available could worry about such silly things like cooking.

As the mildly obese career hurried his way through crowded streets, Barry saw someone slip into an abandoned building out the corner of his eyes. …Eh?
Barry’s curiosity got the best of him. He hesitated at first, before turning and walking over to the building. He slipped past the door. As Barryllium explored it, glancing all around himself, he wondered what it had been used for.

Something moved. Wait, no…not something, someone! Barry almost jumped out of his skin. “WHOA!” he yelped, clutching his chest. “What the he-…You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Barry growled, glaring at a boy who had his arm in a sling.

Barryllium relaxed. The boy seemed friendly enough, if not a little...odd. Barry wasn't sure why, but he stepped back a little as the stranger spoke up. Maybe it was the fact that this Nyklus wasn't calling him a fatty yet or trying to beat him up (emphasis on "trying", with that arm). It was strange to find a male peer that decided not to turn his face into a pulpy mess.

"...It's okay." Barryllium smoothed his shirt, quickly regaining his composure. "My name's Barryllium Sulkur. Barry for short." Barry glanced around the room. "What exactly were you doing in here?"

Barry couldn't help but step back. What the heck? Is this kid high, or something? Maybe this was a place where kids got drunk or did drugs. Maybe that was the reason why Nyklus went in. Barry scanned the other boy with supsicous eyes, trying to find any proof that this kid was into such poisons.

Well, despite the obvious, Nyklus seemed stable.

Barry cleared his throat. "No worries. But, if you must know, I came in becase I was curious."