Run, boy, run.
"This food should be given to the Districts," she called, "get back here so I can drive this knife through your heart!" The knife she threw lodged itself in the door just as a Peacekeeper disappeared behind it. The bastards. The table was lined with the typical Capital feast, and even on the second day it was more vile than before. She didn't want any of it; not even a crumb. Sadly, that couldn't be the case with the Games two days away. "What?" A few of the outline District tributes hunkered away from the snap of her voice, having been scared since they'd seen her work in the training room. The bastards hid outside locked doors as usual, probably waiting or any opportunity to remove her from the area. With a huff she fell back into a seat and propped up her legs, allowing her mind to drift to last night despite earlier protests.