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

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

The words sounded like buzzing noise in Wesley's ears. But he vaguely understood that he was being offered something, something he didn't want or need. What he did need... was gone.

He reached out in a daze and caught the paper in two hands. Then he dropped it into his lap and sank his head into his hands.

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

[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.