Welcome to the 2nd Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta is in the kitchen, cracking eggs and measuring flour. But something’s on his mind, and he feels he must do something to clear his conscience.]

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Thank you, for helping me out. I can’t deny that I killed someone, and I’ll live with that for the rest of my life, but you should know the whole story before you judge, if I didn’t already tell you.

I'm from a nation called Panem. In that nation, there is the Capitol, and there were 13 districts. The districts rebelled, but they lost, so the Capitol blew the 13th sky high as a show of power. Ever since then, they've held the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games is a competition of sorts. Two tributes from each district, a boy and a girl aged between 12 and 18, are selected to take part in the Games. I was one of those tributes.

It's a televised event in which children are forced to kill each other, or be killed. The last one standing wins.

I once said I didn't want the Games to change me, to become a piece of their Games. But they have changed me. It may not count for anything, but I killed that person to save the girl I love.

You can think what you want, but I thought you should know. I would appreciate it if you didn’t go around telling people, though. Obviously, it’s kind of a sensitive area with me. Thanks.
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[There’s a break in between the first filter and the second one in which he cooks for a while, clanging things around as he works. The following filter is thrown out there just in case.]


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Are you here?
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[If one were to enter the kitchen right now, they would find it a complete mess. Bread is EVERYWHERE. But don’t try to eat it; it will either be half-done or burnt. A completely frustrated Peeta is taking it out on cakes. Egg shells are scattered across the counters, flour is lightly dusting the surface, a bit of icing lies on the floor. On one counter is a completed cake, all decorated and pretty. It looks something like this: http://www.cabaretsquidoo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/985494702_3d5bd9f4cf.jpg . In the middle of the table is a larger, four tier cake. It’s white, a blank canvas, except the small pink rose Peeta just sculpted out of fondant. Peeta himself is covered in flour. It looks like he’s been here for hours.]

I made some cake, if anyone would like some? I’m in the kitchen. Sorry about the mess.

[He pauses, then adds:]

Also, if anyone has a birthday or a wedding coming up… or if you just want a cake, I’d be happy to make you one.

[ooc: Oh so open, in person or over the journals. Also, I apologize for my slowness on the lj tags. If you wanna answer this, but want to play out the arrival more, you can leave a placeholder? :3 ]

Comments

[punk_cute]

[Kanji's in the mood to make something for himself today, but he kind of just has to stop and stare.]

What the hell happened in here? Looks like a war-zone.

[But he just shakes his head, rolls up his sleeves and grabs an apron. Clean up time!]

Pretty cake though.

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta jumps, having been absorbed in his work. He looks at the mess apologetically.]

Sorry. I figured out my loss.

[He picks up a towel and hurriedly wipes at the counter.]

I'm really sorry. Were you going to cook something?

[punk_cute]

[He looks around a little, frowning.]

You forgot how to make bread or something? That sucks.

[But he continues cleaning, seeming almost happy to do it. Contented, at least.]

Yeah, I was thinkin' about makin' croquettes or something.

[peeta_bread]

Yeah. My dad's a baker, so bread's kind of important to me.

[He frowns, picking at some dried egg.]

Croquettes? What's that?

[punk_cute]

I can imagine how that'd feel. Not with bread or nothin' but... yeah. I'm real sorry man.

An' you don't know what croquettes are? They're fried with potato and vegetables and meat inside, but I was plannin' on making cream croquettes today, and they've got crab in white sauce. Or chicken or other seafood, but I like crab best. When they're all nice and hot the middle is kind of melty and super delicious.

[As he says that he finishes up most of the cleaning and starts getting out utensils and ingredients.]

[peeta_bread]

Mmm...those sound good. Sounds like the kind of stuff you could only get in the Capitol.

Do you need help? I promise I'll be less messy.

[punk_cute]

Hey, as long as we clean up when we're done, a little mess is part of cookin'. And sure, you can help out.

[Then he pauses.]

I ain't good with math and measurements though, so, uh... maybe you can mix and shit?

[As he talks he starts adding some ingredients in, and he does measure entirely by eye, but he seems pretty good with that method.]

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta goes over and starts helping him, measuring whatever needs to be measured.]

I'm Peeta, by the way. Peeta Mellark.

[punk_cute]

[And Kanji is impressed that Peeta can help even with the measurements, because he knows most people need to have them written out in numbers.]

I'm Kanji. Nice to meetcha!

[peeta_bread]

Same! [He beams at the man.]

It's really great, meeting so many different people!

[punk_cute]

That's one of the awesome things about this place. All the people from different places and stuff.

[peeta_bread]

Yeah! It's pretty cool.

Do you like cooking?

[punk_cute]

I like sewing and making dolls better, but yeah, I do. It's fun.

[peeta_bread]

Really? I don't really know much about sewing. What kinds of sewing do you do?