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Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair and Katniss Everdeen have returned to their home. They left with the rest of the guests. I apologize if this causes an inconvenience for anyone.

Angela, Ginny, Finnick left some things for you. As well as for a Mr. Eames and a Ms. Lucy Pevensie.

( Action for those who want it. )

[Here's Cinna, standing outside, next to your typical covered wagon. He's in, gasp, common clothing and a big floppy hat which is currently held in his hand as he scratches his head.]

Why won't it move forward?

[He kicks the wheel and the entire wagon leans.]

...That wasn't supposed to happen was it?

[ooc: Cinna is a banker, which means rich, but skill-less. Oops. Good luck fixing that axle, right? Party members include Billy and possibly Rue. Anyone else care to join?]

[This is Cinna.
This is Cinna reading the network. It's silent as the realization finally dawns on him.
This is Cinna dropping the network device and the sound of his receding footsteps and a shout, barely heard before the door slams shut.]

Rue? Finnick!

[The device remains silent before it times out, only to click on again, much later. This time you can see Cinna, sitting in his living room, deceptively calm.]

Greetings, City. If I may, a moment of your time.

It's come to my attention that a rather peculiar Game is being played today. It's a popular one back home, and I simply can't resist playing along so tell me, should one want to sponsor one of our noble and talented Tributes, who should I talk to?

And if you're interested in sponsoring anyone, I have several suggestions I'd like to make, you won't be sorry.

After all, some bets never change.

[ooc: Back-dated to early this morning, just after Katniss' post. Also, he responses might be strange and vague - he's going into Capitol mode and you just don't scream about rescuing people in public at times like these.]

[The audio opens to the ending of a nice rendition of O, Holy Night. Cinna's voice speaks clearly.]

It's all very lovely for the most part, but it seems rather repetitive. [As he's speaking, however, the song changes to, well, something else. So far, only the instrumental introduction is heard.]

Different arrangements, but they're all the same songs. So I ask, is it common in your worlds to listen to all of them over and over, like today, or is this simply the City's attempt at driving us mad?

[He pauses for a little while to listen, you may even catch him humming a little as he picks up the basic melody.] This one seems nice, but... some of them are a little strange, you have to admit. For example, why someone would sing about the death of their Grandmother at the hooves of... a... [The vocals have kicked in. City, have some chipmunks. There's silence on Cinna's end until...]

...you must be joking. Not even the Capitol would listen to that.

[ooc: Replies may be delayed a little.]

[The video opens on Cinna, sitting on the train. The device is laying on the seat across from him so the view is a little cock-eyed, but you can clearly see him sitting on the seat, hand-stitching the hem of a skirt and trying very hard not to look out the window.

Every so often the picture goes to static or jumps and rolls as the signal waxes and wanes in strength.

Finally, he finishes his hem, ties off his thread, and pulling the scissors from his bag, he snips the end. Once finished, you can see him place his instruments back in their proper places - needle in a magnetic case, spool of thread in a plastic one, the scissors slipped into a case of their own all with their own places inside his bag. Meticulous, thy name is Cinna. The skirt is draped over the seat.

It's Rue-sized, for those who would notice those things, and embroidered with yellow flowers.

The picture jumps again, this time blacking out for a moment, the sound of the train continuing on in the darkness. With a hiss of static, the picture's back and Cinna can be seen, but not his face as she's standing, arms up like he's reaching for something. When he comes into view the bag is gone, presumably neatly stowed on the rack above his head.

He pauses, eyes tranfixed on the view for a moment as the picture rolls and words can barely be heard.]

That's Twelve.

[It takes a moment for him to tear his eyes away and when he does, they fall on the network device, it's blinking red light letting him know he's been seen. His eyes roll with the picture as he reaches out and picks it up, his expression solemn, but slightly amused.]

( Cut for length and the coup de grâce. )

[ooc: Backdated to high noon. Anyone is free to action or otherwise spam this post.]

[The video opens, angled strangely as if the video is accidental. Only half a face is visible - pale, sunken eyes, and a stubble'd cheek. The normally put-together Cinna looks positively taken apart. A hand comes into view, rubbing over his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose as he begins to speak in a bitter tone.]

Bravo, City. Not even the Capitol could have conceived that little torture - after all, who better to harm us than ourselves? Who knows better what fears we harbor, sins we cover-up.

Well played. Really, well played.

[The feed ends with an angry click.]

( [Action at the apartment.] )

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