The 100th Annual Hunger Games -No Longer Accepting-

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"Hmm. Pretty name." Mel said, smiling at Clover. She tried to push away the battle tactics forming in her head. She could use an ally anyway, maybe Clover could be her first.

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Clover smiled wider. "Thanks. Have you tried any of the food yet?" She asked, trying to get her mind off the Games as best she could.

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"I think they might have forced dinner into me last night, but I hardly even remember." Mel said, as she noticed the slight pain in her stomach. 'I could go for some breakfast...' She thought.

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"The food is REALLY good. And the dining car's right there." Clover pointed to the door she'd come from.

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"Really? Breakfast sounds pretty good right now/ Should we go eat?" Mel asked, the thought of Capitol food almost exciting her.

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Despite having just eaten, Clover was still hungry, so she nodded. "They even have the rolls from my district this morning. It's just a little bit of home for me." She said, opening the door for Mel.

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"Wow. What is your district, anyway?" Mel asked, stepping inside. As soon as the door opened, the smells had hit her. Anything you can imagine was there, ready to be served.

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"3." Clover said, stepping through the door after Mel. She closed the door behind her and pretended Jason wasn't giving her a funny look.

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"I'm from 8." Mel said, walking over to the table with the bread. She picked up a roll that was meant for District 8, and took a bite out of it. The soft, delicious bread reminded her of home, where her grandmother would make this bread so often. She held back her sadness and continued to serve herself more food, looking over her shoulder to make sure Clover was following.

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Clover "attacked" the basket of District 3 rolls, then also got some fruit and walked over to the table and sat down. Before Mel sat down she kicked Jason under the table, signalling that if he didn't shut up she was going to box him in the face later.

Jason looked at Clover, then bent down and rubbed his leg under the table.