{Hex Code: #8B0A50 âDistrict 3 âStatus: Content}
Thankfully, her name wasn't called. Sadly, his was. He should have been surprised that his name was called and perhaps turn to his family for support and a hug and kiss but that didn't happen. Maybe he was still far more worried about his friend who had start crying beside him. She was holding his arm so tightly, her nails were leaving dents in his skin. Katsu was in a surreal fog at that point and just stood there even as the Peace Keepers strode towards him in the party crowd of sheep. He wasn't afraid. No, not afraid and not sad about it either. He didn't find pleasure in the idea of the games and he definitely did not want to kill or maim other people and he didn't want to die but... there was a sense of freedom in this new cage. He turned to his friend then and gave her a hug before the Peace Keepers grabbed at him, pulling him forward towards the stage.
Katsu happened a glance at his family then. They were staring at him surprise but there was no real horror or sadness in their faces. At least from what he could see. He and his family weren't really all that close so for him to go the games... well that meant their black sheep was gone. Either he'd die and they wouldn't have to worry about him or he would escape and be famous. 'May the odds ever be in his favor' or so they said. To Katsu however, this meant that he could get away from his family and their desires. He could focus on his own desires. Sort of. He wondered how the games would change him. He was confident in his abilities and dying didn't scare him. This and death were all new experiences
He knew a lot of this was a popularity contest. You needed to look good so the higher ups gave you things to help you in the games and stack your deck against the other tributes. Katsu wasn't interested in playing nice and he sure as hell wasn't going to live up to their expectations. He had enough of that from his own parents so now it was time to do things on his terms. If some of the higher ups liked him, that was great and he'd get some thing. If not... well he'd live with it. Well... die with it more like.
And today was no different. Katsu didn't care much what the other tributes thought about him and he didn't want friends or enemies. They were all tasked to kill each other so what was the point? You made a friend and then you had to back stab each other to win the title. 'There can only be one' sang in his head. So no, he did not want to play nice and make friends with all of the other tributes. Yet, here he was, making lunch for everyone. It wasn't that he was trying to be charming and get people to like him, but he liked cooking. He didn't often get a chance to cook for anyone but himself so he was doing it because he wanted to more than anything. They were all in a shitty situation and many of them were going to die so why waste the time that they did have moping around? The best policy was to take life by the horns and do what you enjoyed before things really got out of hand.
Katsu had already set the table and set out hand made garlic-bread and put those in a lovely basket he found in the very well stocked kitchen. He wished this was his kitchen. They had professional chef pans, fryers, pots, everything. And the fridge was fully stocked with anything and everything they could ever want. Considering the circumstances that they found themselves in, Katsu was actually having a field day. His pasta was just about done boiling and he had already cleaned out the jumbo scampi shrimp he found in the freezer and seasoned that with Cajun spices while he fried those suckers up. When they were beautiful, he poured the pasta in the pan and mixed it all up to make shrimp linguine before he set the large bowl down on the table.
And that wasn't the only thing he cooked up though it was his current favorite. He also set out a fresh salad with sliced tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, carrots, and shredded cheese. In the oven, classic cookies were a-backing. Chocolate chip to be exact. Just about everyone loved chocolate chip cookies. Katsu was just turning off the oven when lighting sounded outside. He froze a moment as he listened. What exactly was that lightning signifying? He peeked out of the kitchen to see two of the tributes running indoors followed by a third. So it seemed they had to be in the house or at least around each other for now. Perfect timing. He'd call it a coincidence but he didn't believe in that garbage. Those who ran the show probably did it on purpose. 'Bonding meal' or whatever.
He gave a loud whistle then to get everyone attention. "Lunch is ready if you want it," he announced before he returned to his cookies and set those nicely on the table as well. Then he sat himself down and started to gather food on his own plate without waiting. People would come if they wanted to and if no one really wanted to eat, that was fine to. More food for later.