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: Leave Taking

[glacial_queen]

The grief and the horror of the room battered at her shields. Karla knew she wouldn't be able to come back here, not for awhile. At least, not without scrubbing down every last inch of the walls.

For a moment, her mind buzzed with the idea of what Anakin's reaction would be if she asked. Those thoughts felt far away, almost disconnected, from the rest of her. Floaty. She liked the floaty thoughts because they had nothing to do with reality, that she was sitting in an office where she'd just watched one of her friends die, watched her body get picked up to be disposed of like so much garbage.

Floaty thoughts kept her from screaming her throat raw or fleeing the room entirely.