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 ]

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[hulloeverything]

Oh! Right. [He reaches his hand out to shake... then realizes he's still got the fork in it. Setting the fork on the plate he tries again]

Pleasure to meet you, Peeta. I'm the Doctor.

[peeta_bread]

Wow! You're a doctor?

...Do I just call you 'Doctor'?

[hulloeverything]

I'm not a doctor. I'm the Doctor. That's my name. [He grins]

[peeta_bread]

Oh! [He smiles back.] Sorry, Doctor.

[hulloeverything]

[He waves a dismissive hand] No, no. Don't worry about it, I get that all the time. I'm rather used to it at this point.

More importantly, this cake is delicious. I heard you offering to bake for events, is that right?

[peeta_bread]

Mm, yeah! I just love to bake things, and I need something to do, you know?

Why do you ask?

[hulloeverything]

I ask because I happen to be getting married on a few months.

[peeta_bread]

You... are? [His face lights up.] Congratulations, Doctor!

You mean... you want me to...? [He's so surprised that someone's taking him up on his offer.]

[hulloeverything]

Why thank you! Well, technically I'm already married but it was a bit of a rush last time and she wants to do it properly.

[He grins, shoveling another forkful of cake in his mouth before he continues] I'd much rather have someone here make the cake than wish it up and hope for the best.

[peeta_bread]

Oh, yeah. I see how that could be.

Could I maybe meet up with you and your wife sometime, then? So I get her opinion on how she wants it to be, too?

[He is obviously very excited by this.]

[hulloeverything]

Absolutely! Her name's River Song. I'll tell her about you and we'll be in touch to figure out when?

[peeta_bread]

Sounds good! That's really exciting! I'm happy for you, Doctor.

[hulloeverything]

Thank you, Peeta. I... think I'm happy for me, too. I hadn't ever expected to get married so it was a bit of a surprise to me, as well.

[peeta_bread]

Life is full of surprises. And a life with love is much better than one without it.

[hulloeverything]

[He smiles brightly]

I couldn't have said it better, myself.

[peeta_bread]

So, what do you think of the castle, Doctor?

[hulloeverything]

What do I think? [He grins] How long have you got?

Really, though, I think it's a secret wrapped in an enigma tied up with a mystery and I just can't wait until Christmas morning. We've been doign everything we can to answer who, what and how but we've done little more than come up with even more questions. It does have some redeeming qualities - self-reparing, the so-called "wishes" and all that. But there are just as many negative aspects as well - the attacks and losses and whathave you.

It's just a matter of finding the balance to keep yourself from going mad.