WHO: Madge Undersee and OPEN WHAT: Being Thinky and sitting out in the cold WHEN: Thursday evening WHERE: By the Broadway fountain WARNINGS: Hunger Games warnings STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Arriving when she had and experiencing the Thanksgiving feasts so soon after had been nothing short of mind-jarring for Madge. Even though she had been rich by the standards of District 12, she had never seen such huge amounts of food in all of her life. Although she'd enjoyed the celebration, she was kind of relieved that everything was getting back to normal. At least for a little while.
Every day seemed to be colder here, she thought as she pulled her coat more tightly around her. But the wind here seemed to lack the bitterness that Twelve's did, maybe because in Twelve the cold meant death and starvation, whereas here it meant warm houses and hot cocoa, and friends gathering together. It was quite the difference.
But it was only one of what seemed like infinite differences here. Some of them were huge - like the dizzying amount of food for sale at Walmart, while some were smaller - like the myriad of TV shows that were just for fun, and not about their death or oppression.
She was fairly sure that she liked it here, although the emotional onslaught she had faced when she arrived was still sharp in her heart. Everything she had ever known had been wiped out of existence by the Capitol's bombs...and that wasn't an easy thing to deal with.
She walked past Starbucks, although it had been her original destination. Her cold, dark thoughts just didn't seem to mesh well with the warm, bright interior of the coffee shop. She walked a little further, settling at last on an iron bench in front of the empty fountain. This cold place, hibernating for winter, fit her mood far better. She needed a few minutes, out here in the cold, to adjust - just for to day - to her new life. Just a few minutes, and she'd be able to swallow all of these feelings and be the normal person she was expected to be.