~Baked~[Cinder]

She had been watching from the trees. Dittany was one of four girls working on three trees on the border between the vast fields of food, and the trees. Staring down from her partially-shaded haven, Dittany felt horrible. One of the younger workers--one she thought she'd seen before, a skinny boy around her age with no lunch near collapsed, having a drink of water and relaxing as the sun finally reached its highest point. If its hot for me in a shaded, breezy tree--then how bad is it for a half-starved guy around my age with no lunch, baking in the sun? Her thoughts were like words, pouring out in a frantic, compassionate blur of thought.

One of her fellow workers called up to her. A signal to take a quick break while she could. Dittany looked at the small pack tied around her waist with todays leftover food. She remembered nibbling at it half-heartedly, and deciding to pack it for later, when she would be hungry. Glancing back over at the boy, she bit her lip--Dittany had enough food, she would help a fellow person out now.

The teen climbed expertly down the tree before reaching a point where she could safely jump to the ground. She walked at a hurried pace over to where he sat, fumbling with her pack as she went. Dittany cleared her throat not knowing what to tell the boy she'd taken pity on. "Excuse me?" she started, "Uh... would you like some? I noticed you... um," she held out the meager food in her cupped hands. Her previous sentence didn't seem to have a sufficient ending. Dittany wasn't going to go around saying, 'I noticed your skinnier than most girs are,' then offer some food!

She nervously stood over him.

ooc- its not my worst

She didnt even blink. Some people let this stupid thing called an ego get in the way of comon sense. Dittany was hard, she was fierce, calculating and if she owned a dictionary she was pretty sure part of the definition of common-sense would be, 'something Dittany grey has a lot of.' It irked her when people were stupid, as every day they ceased to amaze her with new ways of making themselves seem even well... more stupider. Sure, a few seconds it was a cheap thrill to watch somebody act dumb, but then the better side of Dittany would kick in and she would try to help them or whatever.

Standing before the guy, awkward and feeling very much rejected the common-sense took a hold of her. "Are you stupid? I just offered you, a boy who probablly weighs less than I did when I was eight some food and you say no?" She cocked her head to the side, trying to make sense of it, "Whoever it is you're trying to keep alive by giving them all your food isnt going to be okay much longer if you die of starvation," she added blandly.

Her sister, Ash had a few months after their mothers death been a skeleton much like the boy as she desperately tried to keep Dittany fed. Maybe thats why she had confronted him, he reminded her of a skinny little Ash at sixteen--dead eyes, hollow cheeks, and an overall depressing picture. It was something you could see when you looked at the people of District Eleven sometimes, and every year most of the Tributes ended up like that. Dittay had witnessed soem of the hardest, toughest people and the kindest, most beautiful people die of starvation. It wasnt like an illness, or a street-fight where you could beat it or the other person, starvation was different. You either got enough food, or you didnt, if you didnt you starved. And died. Period.

She glared at the boy, a desperate look to her. Dittany wasnt one for self-sacrifice, but if she could help somebody you betcha she would. This was something easy, and simple. Only a cruel, terrible, sadistic person wouldnt help if they could. Unless they want to survive Dittany, unless they want to get ahead in the game... that menacing, cold voice of hers taunted. Dittany pretty much ignored it.