Batcat and Kira: The Hunger Games >:D

Claire heard a large slam and looked up. She stood up and went to the sound, only to see Rhys. She thought that was his name. She blinked and went over to him. "H-hey. It's okay. You're fine." She put her hand on his shoulder, not really sure what else to do.

"Hah." He snorted. "Fine? Are any of us really fine? 23 of us are going to die. No one can stop that."

"Yeah but there's always the hope that we'll be the one that doesn't die." She offered him a sympathetic smile.

"Not both of us. And most likely neither of us. And why are you here anyways? We're supposed to hate each other, like we do evryone in the other districts." Rhys angrily turned away, eyes flashing.

She sighed. She couldn't lie and tell him he would win. "We don't know that for sure. And i'm here because I care. The Games haven't started yet, and I refuse to hate you."

Rhys sighed, his eyes softening. "I guess that makes sense." He finally relented. "Well, I hear the food is great." He managed a weak smile.

Claire smiled and held her hand out to him. "Come on, let's go find some food then."

"Right you are." He smiled and took it, pulling her down the hallway.

She bounced down the hallway, finding her way to the kitchen. "I hope whoever else gets picked are jerks, so then I'll hate them more easily." She bit her lip. She wished she didn't always say her thoughts out loud.

"They probably will be. Especially the ones from 1, 2, and 4." His stomach tightened at the thought of those monsters.

"Well...good. I guess. Hey, I wonder who the Tributes from 12 are." She hadn't been paying attention much.

"Probably some wimps like they always are." Rhys muttered. "They can't even feed half the population there."

"It's not their fault. They're miners. You can't eat the stuff they mine. We have plenty of food, so we're lucky." She wagged her finger at him.

Rhys smiled. "I guess so, but that just means they'll be easier to take down. I wonder who our moentor'll be." He said, just as a man and woman enterd the room. "That'd be us." The woman said with a pained smiled. "I'm Willa, I'll mentor the girl... Claire right? And this is Nolan, he'll mentor you, Rhys, right?"

Claire smiled at Willa. "Nice to meet you!" She held out her hand to Willa, then to Nolan.

Nolan pointedly ignored her hand, but Willa accepted it smiling. "Come, darling, I'll take you to get something edible." She smiled.
Nolan frowned at Rhys, looking him over. "Come on, kid." He said gruffly. "We have to go." Nolan turned on his heel and stalked out the door. Rhys shot Claire a weak smile and followed quickly.

Claire offered him a meek smile, then followed Willa. "I hope the food is as good as it is back home! I'm starving!"

Willa laughed. "Oh, Capitol food is much better. You'll be so unprepared once they throw you into the arena." Her dark eyes flashed. "But anyway, you're going to love all of the attention you get. When we get to the Capitol, the stylists will take care of you. I think yours is... Mibs? Misb? Something along those lines." Willa waved a hand tiredly and opened a large fridge. "Take what you want, child."

Claire pulled out some fruit. "I really hope they don't make us look ridiculous. I'd...that'd be horrible." She shook her head and took a bite.

"Well, Mibs is good. She'll make you look at least halfway decent." Willa smiled. "I wish I knew what she was going to do though..." She grabbed an orange and spun it around.

"Does she have funny hair and a weird skin color? I heard that lots of people from the Capitol do." She took another bite, watching Willa intensely. She was still scared, and she offered some comfort, in a strange sort of way.

"Hnnn... Mibs? No, I don't think so. When I had her, Mibs just had a tattoo of a flower on her cheek and died hair that's like, dark red. It's really not that bad." Willa laughed. "Rhys's stylist on the other hand though... unless he has a new one he's covered in leopard stencilings and will probably want to turn Rhys into some kind of corn crop."

"Oh gosh. Poor Rhys!" She honestly felt bad for him. "Though it would be pretty funny to see him dressed as a corn cob." She grinned impishly.

The mentor grinned. "Yes, it actually would." The train had finally stopped. "Come, milaya, we have much to do."

"Like what? And where are we now?" She bounced over to her, brimming with curiosity.