May 28, 2011 10:46
Anakin had gotten to his office at dawn, toting blankets, coffee, and enough comfort food to bury the people who were watching the Games with him.
He checked the time, flipped on the monitor for the pre-Games coverage, then muted it. He sat down in his desk chair (his desk had been shoved against the wall to hold the food and coffee) and closed his eyes, trying to meditate himself to calmness.
There is no emotion, there is the Force--
May the Force help Katniss today.
[OOC: For the Hunger Games crew, and NFB due to watching violence, NPC death and general ickiness.]
katniss,
hunger games