RD16, Orb # 1

[dailybread]

[A young man with bare shoulders looks up at the orb, his face knitted in something like resignation. There’s something metal and sparkly dangling from his fingers.]

Does anyone know how far we are from Panem? The capitol, specifically. [He remembers Katniss’ face, relaxed in sleep; the last time he saw her before getting up to stretch his legs and finding that little blue book.] There’s a friend I’m worried about.

[If you look closely, somewhere in the background of the orb is a large pile of shimmery blue fabric. He looks back up at the orb and rubs at the back of his neck.] And if someone could point me towards a change of clothes, I’d appreciate it.

Comments

[shiromadoushi]

[[blink blink]] Like the story...?

[dailybread]

I'm not familiar with it. Sorry.

[shiromadoushi]

[[Oh dear. This person was going to have some trouble knowing what to look out for, then]]

Aaa-- don't worry about it.

[dailybread]

Uh, okay. [Something in his voice says that it is something he should worry about, but--in due time.]