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Post by Talia Zinten on Aug 4, 2013 11:32:51 GMT -6
"Another order of shirts for that Derrin kid?" Cried a Games official, reviewing a list of items the twenty four tributes had requested.
"I know, right? Feels like we've got half of District Eight devoted to keeping him clothed." The Requisition Officer joked, leaning back in his chair.
"Let's see what else..." The Official muttered, scrolling down his computer display. "Millie Cartwright requested more Sore-B-Gone for her callused hands..." He paused, looking into the screen."Huh. Talia Zinten is requesting scissors."
"Pfft! Does she want a handgun along with that? Deny it. Not gonna lose a gig like 'Requisition Officer' by giving some kid a weapon before the Games."
"She says it's for her hair though. Note says: 'The Capitol's beauticians do not know a 'Fishtail' style braid from a 'Milkmaid'. I am aware of the prohibited weapons rules, all I require are scissors long enough to cut my hair."
The Requisition Officer raised an eyebrow.
"Makes sense, the braid on that girl's down to her waist. Easy enough to grab it...We still got those safety scissors from two years back?"
"Yeah, over in floor 82."
"Go grab 'em. Girl's gonna have a hard enough time in there without gettin' her hair torn off."
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Post by William Mandela on Aug 4, 2013 15:20:25 GMT -6
"15 pounds of fish entrails, 200 yards .7mm nylon monofilament, 100 yards 9.75mm parachord, 2.5"x4" polished silver alloy signaling mirror?" Is this kid trying to survive in the woods for a week or a throwing a miss sea scum pagent?
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