Peeta Mellark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
peeta_bread) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
paradisa2012-01-19 10:46 pm
peeta_bread) wrote in paradisa2012-01-19 10:46 pm
Entry tags:
Welcome to the 2nd Annual Hunger Games
[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 ]
no subject
District 12 is where I live. There's the nation of Panem, and then 12 districts.
no subject
That's a strange name. I've never heard of it before. [ But that is common here. ] Is it in America?
no subject
Hmm... America? That sounds familiar...?
Hm. Well, where are you from?
no subject
But there's no America where he's from? ]
I'm from Japan. It's an island country? [ Does it ring a bell? ] The districts don't have names, just numbers?
no subject
Hmm...Japan? Maybe...
Nope. Just numbers. And the Capitol.
[He takes another bite.] So, do you cook?
no subject
[ She nods as she cuts another bit off with the fork. ]
I do! In fact I wanted to ask you something~
1/2
2/2
no subject
Would you be interested in joining the baking club here?
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject