Room 221 [Monday afternoon]
When Katniss returned to her room after today's run, she found a box marked with Haymitch's uneven scrawl on her doorstop. Of course she knew what it was, but that didn't mean she had to open it right away.
It wasn't until nearly an hour later, with her braid still damp from a shower, that Katniss finally opened the package, pulling out all the discs of footage of past Games. She set aside the multiple copies of her own that she'd requested, because those weren't for her. She certainly didn't want to watch them, at any rate.
She sifted through the box quietly on the floor of her room, the door cracked as she read over the names of victors. Some of them she remembered from fifteen years' worth of Hunger Games. Others were unfamiliar -- or would be, until she saw the footage. She'd seen most of the Games, after all. What else was school for?
[door and post open!]
It wasn't until nearly an hour later, with her braid still damp from a shower, that Katniss finally opened the package, pulling out all the discs of footage of past Games. She set aside the multiple copies of her own that she'd requested, because those weren't for her. She certainly didn't want to watch them, at any rate.
She sifted through the box quietly on the floor of her room, the door cracked as she read over the names of victors. Some of them she remembered from fifteen years' worth of Hunger Games. Others were unfamiliar -- or would be, until she saw the footage. She'd seen most of the Games, after all. What else was school for?
[door and post open!]