LOCATION: Third Floor
STATUS: Closed for @linkcache
The younger mentor didn't agree with her, but Link truly deserve a better co mentor, a better mentor. She wasn't even sure she did anything to contribute to her victory, that had all been Link. She'd tried her hardest in the lead up to the launch as her loyalties got pulled in different directions and she watched her friend launch in there for a second time, whilst trying to find the energy to fight for her own tributes. The minute they were gone, she was gone from the tower, drinking god knows what, snorting god knows what with god knows who until she and a knew 'friend' (whose name she hadn't even bothered to get, and face she'd not even recognise come morning) had found a tattoo parlour and gotten her latest stupid tattoo. Sawyer will appreciate it when she sees it, she thought, though the dark thought of what if crossing her mind before she could stop it. What if she didn't? So, still in her party clothes from the night before, she made her way to the Third floor some time after breakfast where the games could be heard in the living room, collapsing on the couch opposite Link without a word as her newly tattoo'd arm, still red and covered dangled over the side. She giggled, an unusual sound from the mentor in general, even stranger at a time like this, "Hey Link... scan my tatt--" she began lifting her arm and removing the plastic covering.