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.
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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

[peeta_bread]

Nice to meet you, too!

[He cuts off a piece of his cake with his fork and pops it in his mouth.]

So, how old are you, Goku?

[goldencirclet]

[The little boy does the same, grinning widely at the taste.]

This is sooooo good!

[He pauses as Peeta asks how old he is. Goku still didn't know, but since people kept telling him he looked around six, he had adopted that age.]

I'm six!

[peeta_bread]

Thanks!

Six? I'm almost three times your age! [He grins and adopts an old man voice.] I could be yer grandpa, young man!

[goldencirclet]

[He laughs at that and eats some more cake.]

Yer funny!

[peeta_bread]

[He grins at the little boy.] I try, I try.

So, Goku. I'm new here. What is there to do around here?

[goldencirclet]

Ummmm... there's a library, an' a town, an' lots of fun people...

[peeta_bread]

That sounds like lots of fun. I bet you're never bored here!

[goldencirclet]

Nope, never bored. There's always somethin' t'do!

[peeta_bread]

Maybe we could do something sometime! Like you could show me around the town, or something.

[goldencirclet]

Of course! I'd love ta, 'cuz yer so nice.

[peeta_bread]

[He gives Goku a big smile.] Thanks. You're really nice, too.