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.]

Filtered to anyone encountered on arrival
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.
/Filter

 
[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.]


Filtered to Katniss Everdeen
Are you here?
/Filter

 
[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

[hulloeverything]

[Cake? Someone said something about cake? And weddings... but CAKE! There's a curious Time Lord strolling into the kitchen right about now]

Hullo!

[peeta_bread]

[Yes, and it is delicious cake. Peeta looks up from making another fondant flower and smiles.]

Hi! Did you come for some cake?

[hulloeverything]

I would love some cake. Did you make all this?

[He saunters over, leaning in veeeeery close to take a look. How's it goin', Peeta? Hope you didn't mind that personal space.]

[arrival filter]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora's voice is barely a whisper]

That's horrible. How... how could they do that to people?! To kids?!

ditto

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta can relate to that mortification. But the Games were an accepted consequence of war. What had been around for so long was commonplace. But nothing sucked the venom out of the wound of seeing a child slaughtered. His voice is quiet, resentful.]

...I don't know. It's a political move, to keep the offspring of the rebels in their grip. But I don't know how they sleep at night.

[Forevarrrr]

[eat_me_beat_me]

It's just sick. Someone should stick them in that fucking game.

dictated

[amiable]

[ PINGED BY CAKE. ]

Did you say cake?

dictated

[peeta_bread]

Yeah, I did. I made one, and I'm working on another. Would you like some?

dictated 1/2

[amiable]

Are you a baker? [ omg she can't skip out on that invitation. ]

dictated

[amiable]

[ enthusiastically: ]

Of course! I'll be over in fifteen!

Arrival filter

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine listens quietly. She suspected that his situation had been bad, but this goes way over the top. When she responds, her voice is serious.]

I won't tell anyone anything.

ditto

[peeta_bread]

Thanks, I appreciate it. I just think it's for the best.

Hey, I made some cake. Would you like some? As a thank you for helping me.

Peeta

[triela]

I won't tell anyone. [the news that he's a murderer doesn't faze her since she's one too]

Also, I'm sorry to report that I haven't found your friend Katniss. It's possible she hasn't arrived in Paradisa yet.

Triela

[peeta_bread]

Thank you.

Hm. Thanks for trying. [He sounds rather disappointed.]

Oh, I baked a cake, if you'd like a reward for your effort!

Arrival Filter

[noblefive]

Secret's safe with me. I've done some godawful things in the name of orders, so I can understand.

same

[peeta_bread]

[There's a pause. Then, he speaks quietly, his voice lined with guilt.]

Jorge... you're a soldier, right? How do you... deal with the knowledge that you killed someone?

[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?

Filter + Action since Bucky wants cake

[blue_sniper]

[He wanders down to the kitchen a little while after he announced the cake was done, and goes to look at it. It's pretty damn amazing.] ...I almost feel guilty about asking for a piece of it.

And don't worry, I won't tell anyone about that. We did talk about that, and I'm pretty sure if I judged you, I wouldn't have a leg to stand on.

1/2

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta turns, furrowing his brows. He doesn't remember telling this man...]

I...you...?

2/2

[peeta_bread]

[He studies Bucky's face for a few seconds before it clicks.]

Oh! Bucky! Hey. Yeah, thanks. I'd like to talk to you about something, actually.

[He takes out two plates, two forks and a knife.] And cakes are made to be eaten.

[goldencirclet]

Cake?!

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta laughs.]

Sooo much cake! And I need someone to help me eat it!

[arrival filter]

[delincuente]

[She listens to approximately half of that.]

Oh hey, that sounds totally familiar. I think I did meet that Katniss girl.

woo forever

[peeta_bread]

You did?! When? Here? Now?