Anakin's office [early Monday morning, before classes]

[sith_happened]

Anakin, who had been running on the power of coffee for the last week, hadn't stopped watching the Games since the last shipment of bread had been delivered. There had been interviews with the survivors' families: Anakin was looking only to see Katniss's sister and to check that she still had all of her fingers attached.

He rubbed at his eyes blearily as the games began again, steeling himself for another day of devious, horrifying death. They were down to eight. Things were going to get even uglier.

[OOC: Up suuuuper early for the Hunger Games crew. NFB for character death.]

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Re: Johanna and Katniss are BFFs!

[sith_happened]

"You can still move with an injured arm," Anakin said. He had a little bit of experience in this, having lost, well, both of them at some point. "The blood makes her look a lot worse than she is."

He hoped. He was putting a lot of this on his interpretation of what Johanna had been trying to say before the cameras moved off of her yesterday.

Re: Leave Taking

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Years of living with humans meant Blind Seer had become pretty familiar with the ways of humans, so he didn't so much as tense at the movement.

Firekeeper glanced up at the touch. "It were a good death," she'd gone out fighting, in her way, after all. "But still stupid that it have to happen."

Re: Leave Taking

[glasses-justice.livejournal.com]

Alex reached out to rest her hand on one arm, wondering if it was better to hover or better to go away.

There wasn't a manual for this. she wished she knew how to help, or ... barring that, how to hurt the least.

Of course, considering what he'd just gone through ... anything she could or couldn't do was a bit like a papercut next to a severed artery. She still had to try.

Re: Leave Taking

[glasses-justice.livejournal.com]

"It really is," she agreed quietly. "It was complete bullshit, from start to finish. I'm glad she made her own choice, at the end."

Re: Leave Taking

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

The touch helped. Infinitesimally, but still. Wesley let her rest her hand there, not moving at all. Movement seemed impossible, anyway. He didn't say a word.