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: Wake up/Arrive Again!

[wwiii]

Warren hadn't left last night. He hadn't had it in him to drag his way back to the dorms, and he didn't want to miss anything, anyway. So, tired and even more ruffled than yesterday, he was making headway, halfheartedly, through a cup of tea that he'd gotten from somebody or other.

It was probably even good tea, too.

Re: Wake up/Arrive Again!

[atreideslioness]

Since Warren already had found some tea, Ghanima simply handed him one of the fresh buns. "Try and eat something," she urged. "Even just a bite or two."

Re: Wake up/Arrive Again!

[wwiii]

Warren looked at the bun for a moment, tired enough that it actually took him about that long to figure out what it was. And then he nodded, and reached for it, quirking a...

... Well, it wasn't a smile. It was a forced something, that was sort of thankful, and it involved the corners of his mouth pulling up slightly. But it wasn't a smile.

"I don't know if I'll be able to keep it down," he murmured, honestly. "Been having pretty bad luck this weekend with that. But thanks."