I Dove In After My Pride [Pisces/Callum]

Food at the Capitol was so different from home. Just like an artist's palette, there's quite the variety. Some things mix together better than others, too. At home, our options are much less like an artist's palette: much more limited. Even just the sandwiches here are better. It's truly unbelievable.

Despite how many things there were here that I wanted to try, I knew I should limit myself. If I ate too much while in the Capitol, I'd miss it in the arena. Therefore, on my tray, I only piled on a few things before making my way to a table to sit and enjoy my food.

I ended up sitting by myself. It was the first day in the training center, and I wasn't sure how ready I was to throw myself out there in front of the others quite yet. I'd get there, but maybe not yet. If someone approached me, I wouldn't be rude, of course, but I wasn't going to go out of my way quite yet to talk to anyone.

In front of me, alongside my tray of food, I had a notepad and a pencil with a sketch I'd been working on on it. I'd started it on the train: a sketch of an ocean scene. At least, it was how I'd always imagined it would look, anyway. There was a coral reef, colorful fish, stingrays and eels, among other creatures, mingling together to truly capture the image I was trying to portray. A peaceful yet busy scene, I thought it was coming out quite well.

As I ate my food, I used my free hand to work on my sketching some more. Art has always relaxed me. I suppose that's because, when all is said and done, I'm ultimately an artist.