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    "And don't even get me started on those." he said, beginning to walk towards the dinning room. "Im so hungry." he said, waiting up for her.

    [align=center]Phaedra smiled, following him. "So am I, let's eat!" She walked into the dining room, trying to look innocent towards all of the other tributes, especially the Careers.

    They all smirked at them, making Conners temper even worse. He gripped his knife, fighting the urge to throw it at one of them. He slowly cut into his meat, not daring to look up at the faces of the tributes.

    [align=center]Phaedra just returned their smirks, calmly eating. She looked around the room, glancing at all of the tributes, her blue eyes deathly cold.

    He looked over at her, then kept eating his meat. If there was going to be conversation, he wasn't going to start it.



    "So, looks like we have another pair of lovers." smirked a Career. "Yeah? So what?" challenged Conner, gripping his knife harder. "Well, when it comes down to it, only one can win." the career pointed out. "I already know that, I'm not stupid." said Conner angerly. "Really? Says who?" challenged the career with a smirk.

    [align=center]"Says the Career that is stupid enough to challenge someone during dinner." Phaedra pointed out quite loudly. "He could be the one that could save your life or end it. I suggest you be careful."

    "First off, I'm not stupid enough to let him save me. Second, I'm not scared of him." he snapped back, taking a bite of his bread.



    "Well I wouldnt save your life, so don't worry." said Conner, his face turning red.



    The career laughed, turning to look at his friend next to him. "Want to make a deal?" he asked Conner with a smile.



    "Sure." replied Conner.



    "When we get in the arena, I will get you the bag that is full of knifes, food, and medicine if I get to have her." he said, pointing to Phaedra.



    "That's the stupidest deal I ever heard, you'd just kill her." growled Conner.



    "No, I had other ideas in my mind." he said with a evil laugh.



    "She'll be the last person your touching." he said protectively.

    [align=center]Phaedra slightly widened her blue eyes, shocked. "Sicko.." she muttered, stabbing a piece of chicken with her fork, and suddenly lashing her arm forward. The chicken flew off, aimed for the career's face.

    The career was instantly hit in the face, his face turning red with anger. "Why'd you do that, ya brat!" he yelled, standing up with his hands in a fist. "Don't call her that!" yelled Conner. "Yeah, or what?" he questioned angerly. Conner ran over, a knife raised high. He pinned the career down, the knife to his neck.

    [align=center]Everyone turned to hear the door open, and Harthaw walked in. "Sorry I'm late- CONNER!" He went over quickly to grab him and pull him off of the Career.

    Conner calmed down slightly, his face red and sweaty. "Yes, save it for the games, lover boy." smirked the career. "Im going back to my room." mumbled Conner angerly, watching everyone closely.

    [align=center]Harthaw turned to glare at the Career. "That was not a smart move." he scolded, crossing his arms. He glanced over at Phaedra who glared at the Career.

    Conner turned to the Career before walking out. "You'll be the first one I'll kill. That's not a threat, it's a promise." he said, walking out of the room angerly.



    He took a long shower and changed his clothes, anger still boiling inside of him. He sat on his bed, not knowing what to do next.

    [align=center]Harthaw and Phaedra locked eyes, him mouthing something towards her. Reading his lips, she nodded, and slowly sat back down at the dining table. Harthaw crossed his arms, giving the Career a warning glance for leaving the room.


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    Harthaw knocked on Conner's door. "Conner, I want to speak with you. You're not in trouble, I just want to know what happened."

    Conner got off his bed slowly and walked over to the door. He let Harthaw in and sat back on his bed. "When we entered the room they were laughing at us, and kept mentioning how we were hunger game lovers." he said slowly. "But then that Career offered to make me a deal. He would get me a bag full of supplies if he could have her." he said, taking a deep breath. "And i said no. Phae accediently threw a peice of chicken on him and he flipped out so i tackled him."

    [align=center]Harthaw just nodded, actually smiling. "Wow, what a dinner." he chuckled. "I'm not angry at you, and I'm not angry at Phaedra."

    [align=center]Harthaw shrugged. "Maybe because I would have done the same thing."


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    Phaedra, after a while, slowly continued to eat, keeping her gaze away from the hotheaded Career.