mags flanagan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} victourious) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dunwichgame, |
"The District I came from, that was our job. Providing the Capitol with seafood. I basically grew up in the ocean." That was what she'd been taught her whole life. Knots, tridents, nets, fishing line. She'd wished she'd been more prepared for the games, but - well, at least some of the things she'd learned in her District had been helpful in the arena.
She wondered what it was like, a wedding, where Gwen was from but didn't ask. Maybe it was personal, or complicated. The ceremonies in four were fairly intricate, but beautiful and was certainly a party. Bit more rambunctious than this teenage hang-out they were doing. Although some of the kids here seemed to be having a lot of fun. "Trying is most important, probably." She agreed, giving Gwen a small and rare smile.
"Have you been here long, in Dunwich? What's your take on this place." Mags was all about trying to figure this place out - maybe not in the same way other people were, like why they were there or how to get home, but just if it was what people said it was. That she was in an entirely different place, a different world. That she wasn't just dead or something. That she could go back home at any time, and she'd never even have a warning. Which terrified her.