Sandy groaned and buried her head in the fridge again coming out with what looked to be five different kinds of meat and cheese bundled in her arms. She spilled them out onto the counter and dove back in for more ingredients to her sandwhich in the making.
"That's how it always is right? People with enough power that they could really change everything and they can't because of rules or whatever. I mean...it's probably not selfish but it's not the same for them." Not that she knew Clockwork but she could make assumptions.
Spreading out more ingredients on the counter she shut the fridge door a bit too hard and set to work stacking various foods on top of bread.
"If anyone told me that the hardest part about surviving the hunger games was everything after it was over I never would have believed them." She muttered. "Somehow it even takes the fun out of living in Santa's Workshop."
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"That's how it always is right? People with enough power that they could really change everything and they can't because of rules or whatever. I mean...it's probably not selfish but it's not the same for them." Not that she knew Clockwork but she could make assumptions.
Spreading out more ingredients on the counter she shut the fridge door a bit too hard and set to work stacking various foods on top of bread.
"If anyone told me that the hardest part about surviving the hunger games was everything after it was over I never would have believed them." She muttered. "Somehow it even takes the fun out of living in Santa's Workshop."