Kelvin had never expected that following instructions would have placed him in detention, yet here he was, the room full of nowhere safe to sit or lean against and full of other people who had also expressed their frustration at Viola. It was bullshit as far as he was concerned, and he felt out of place in the dangerous room. He trailed his finger along the seat next to the one he was stuck in, the spike scratching against the skin on his fingertips. This was going to be a long rest of the hour. He turned to a person sitting somewhere else in the room. “Fancy seeing you here, how have your games been going so far?” he said sarcastically, as if now was the time to make any sort of conversation. // open starter for any tribute in detention, sector 1