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Knuckles
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food for the mind {marr} Jun 9, 2016 12:11:28 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Jun 9, 2016 12:11:28 GMT -5

W E A V E R

Dinner was an important part of the day. It gave him a chance to refuel his energy after sweating and training all day in the gym, and it gave him a chance to explore different foods from the Capitol as well as the districts. But when it came down to it, Weaver only put one piece of fish on his tray, before piling it high with mashed potatoes, and green beans. He grabbed a few rolls along with some corn on the cob, and he saw himself hanging in the fields of district eleven harvesting the corn once it shot to the sky. But instead of filling his glass with some strange liquid from the Capitol, Weaver chose water.

His eyes darted through the dining hall, and when he saw the empty table in the corner, he immediately marched towards it. His tray balanced on one hand, while the glass of water splattered around in his other. It was an amazing moment when he finally placed it all down, and took a seat in front of him, but his heart was broken. Many families in eleven were on the brim of starvation, but Kate was a savior filling the empty stomachs with the food from her winnings, and then came Kirito, and Harbinger. District eleven wasn't bad until the food was gone. But Weaver had it better than most because he had the chance to share with Harbinger. But it didn't stop him from eating because ripred knew the brute needed some more weight and muscle added to him.

A small grin twist across his face as he lifted a fork and started devouring the plate in front of him, and in the back of his mind, he prayed nobody joined him.

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food for the mind {marr} Jun 9, 2016 21:10:02 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jun 9, 2016 21:10:02 GMT -5

K I Z Z Y

The days began to shape into a weird one. Each and every one of these people that have come together to die began participating in this trainin regiment. Training to fight and learning about poisons and how to trap a rabbit with a string, stick and a box, in retrospect. I wonder how many times the capitol prepared such a feast over and over for people they hardly know and barely care about and only cry when their favorites die? Feeding us is only sustaining us for their pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, someone can show them this is more than just a mere game.

"Maybe that someone is me. I can show them." However, wrong that phrase might just turn out, I go against everthing and grab a handful of chips and a bowl of something green from the table. I know the bowl is supposed to be shared, but what are they going to do? They've already tazed me and the marks are still on my shoulder to prove it. Maybe they'll taze me again for stealing a bowl of dip.

"Hey." Slipping behind some big guy, I take a seat opposite of him and raise my eyebrows. A hand goes to move my hair in behind my ear and one by one, I dip the fancy chips into the green pudding like substance.

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food for the mind {marr} Jun 10, 2016 9:25:32 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Jun 10, 2016 9:25:32 GMT -5

W E A V E R

He smiled as the mashed potatoes went into his mouth, but he frowned when he swallowed - they were nothing like the mashed potatoes cooked back in district eleven, yet they didn't taste bad either. Weaver only lifted his gaze from the table once, and that was to look around making sure nobody was coming. Having alone time was exactly what he wanted although it was hard to receive. Everywhere he turned the stylists and escort followed him around wanting to make sure he was doing well. I'm fine. He grunted every single time. I'm always fine. But in all reality he wasn't. Weaver spent many hours awake staring at the ceiling above his bed wishing he was lying on the grass of district eleven watching the stars twinkle in the sky with a nice campfire going to the side. During those waking hours he thought about the many painful ways he could die once the gong sounded for the games to begin. He quickly shook the thoughts away.

It was amazing what a little bit of food could do for the body especially after a long day of throwing around weapons at inanimate objects. Weaver devoured the food on his plate filling his belly, and he was about to stand up and go get more when the district ten male waltzed towards him taking a seat in front of him. Weaver stared at the kid looking at the green stuff he was dipping food into wondering what it was. It wasn't from district eleven, but maybe it was all from district ten. Something more worthwhile. Something that everyone cared about. "Hi."

Weaver lifted his gaze for only a moment staring into the eyes of the kid in front of him. "Uh, hi." He said quietly before taking a drink of water. "Do you need anything?"

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