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fandomhighdorms2010-07-06 09:52 pm
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Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday evening]
Katniss was not fond of the television. The ones here were, at least, far more primitive than the ones at home, but she still associated them strongly with bad news, and mandatory viewing for all districts.
However, the common room was a place that she knew had food. It wasn't as convenient as her quarters at the Training Center had been, when she could press a button and receive food, but she knew she could find something she hadn't tasted before here. And now that she was beginning to grow more comfortable in this environment -- even if she was conscious of the ever-watching eye of the Capitol -- she figured that selecting a box of crackers from one of the cupboards and curling up on one of the couches was safe enough. After a few moments of silence (and unbearable curiosity), she set to work figuring out how to turn on the television.
What she discovered was not replays of old Hunger Games, or footage of the destroyed District 13. No, she found a program of simplistic figures made out of basic shapes, in bright colors. The figures seemed to be small children who screamed at one another in horrible voices, often using coarse language. It was easy enough to follow, even if she didn't quite understand why it was playing. And yet she couldn't look away.
[yeah, Katniss discovered South Park because I'm watching it on Comedy Central. Open!]
However, the common room was a place that she knew had food. It wasn't as convenient as her quarters at the Training Center had been, when she could press a button and receive food, but she knew she could find something she hadn't tasted before here. And now that she was beginning to grow more comfortable in this environment -- even if she was conscious of the ever-watching eye of the Capitol -- she figured that selecting a box of crackers from one of the cupboards and curling up on one of the couches was safe enough. After a few moments of silence (and unbearable curiosity), she set to work figuring out how to turn on the television.
What she discovered was not replays of old Hunger Games, or footage of the destroyed District 13. No, she found a program of simplistic figures made out of basic shapes, in bright colors. The figures seemed to be small children who screamed at one another in horrible voices, often using coarse language. It was easy enough to follow, even if she didn't quite understand why it was playing. And yet she couldn't look away.
[yeah, Katniss discovered South Park because I'm watching it on Comedy Central. Open!]