Welcome to the 3rd Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta is far away, on a beach, or something like it. The sun is warm on his face. He slides his fingers through the sand, letting the grains sift through them. Another hand catches his, olive-skinned. Gray eyes meet blue. Peeta reaches for her.

Peeta does not know it is a dream as his arm slides around a stranger’s waist in real life. In his sleep, he whispers her name.]

Katniss...

[…]

What the hell??

[ooc: Peeta is pink. Faye is blue. Backdated to morning of the 11th. <3]

Comments

/hugs

[peeta_bread]

I... I don't see anything like that. What is Valentine's Day? And why is the room like this?

[luckyvalentine]

It's one of those days that the castle likes to play its stupid games!

[looking around for her gun now, because hat's obviously going to help. ...it's not where she left it, though]

[peeta_bread]

Um... I think... I'll just leave now. Bye.

[He uses the bed to push himself up, waving and grabbing the door handle. He jiggles it. Nothing. He pulls and tugs and pushes. Still nothing. He turns back to Faye.]

It's stuck. You try.

SO OLD! feel free to ignore x_x

[luckyvalentine]

[...uh-oh. She's got a sinking feeling about this.

Sliding out of bed, she heads to the door... and repeats the same pulling, pushing, shoving routine on the door. Though, maybe with a little bit more violence]

...You've got to be kidding me.

<3

[peeta_bread]

[Stepping a few steps away from the violent lady.]

We're... stuck?!

[luckyvalentine]

[she doesn't answer just yet. Just... give her a sec. She needs to throw a little bit of a tantrum first, as she pretty much all-out tries to kick the door down. She might have succeeded too, if magic hadn't been involved]

[and then, kind of yelled toward the ceiling] Ugh! This isn't funny!