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Marino knew what it felt like to be out of place. He felt it when he first arrived during the 122nd Games and he feels it now two cycles later. He could only imagine what his district partner could be feeling having been transplanted a hundred or so years into the future. Hungry, probably. At least, that’s what Marino’s stomach was telling him. After stopping by the dining area, he brought up two cups to the Eighth floor to share with the other tribute.
“Now this drink is the only thing worth remembering from the future. A friend of mine got one for me when I was feeling homesick a couple of Games ago,” Marino said, offering a slushie to Nikita. He ignored the pang of sadness he felt when he thought about Juliet, smiling brightly as if nothing had been amiss. “The trick is to drink it really fast.”