Quote:
Originally Posted by
Sour_GobsToppers 
Voldemort signaled to his maid for her to swing open the door fast. He smirked at the maid giving her the approval that she did good, today...
He looked out at all the tributes and said, Thank you for coming everyone...This years games will be held somewhere else, so dont start fighting glaring down at the girl who looked very ready to began There will be a dinner and then youll sleep and then the games will began...And let the odds be ever in your favor. He walked away and nodded over at Daniel...
occ: so basically a feast with pretty clothes and eating and then sleep and then games...
Olexei, who has gone back to taking refuge under the shade of the old Courtyard pillar, now stood upon seeing Voldemort's pale form. Deep down he was resented the Wizard, but at the invitation of food and shelter he wasnt dumb or too idealistic to refuse something he never had much to begin with.
He followed the others into the doorway and was led into his assigned room. The stylist introduced himself and the rest of the prep team, to which Olexei paid little attention to. He knew the value of looking good for the games, but given that wasnt particularly one of his strengths, he let the professionals handle it.
He was more preoccupied with what they were going to serve for dinner.
When the prep team was done with him,
Olexei stepped out of his room and meandered along the hallway for a while, waiting for Nastya to appear and observing the tributes from Districts 8 and 4. They've all pretty much formed some kind of alliance. Olexei was uncomfortable. Not about making friends, but that someday he may have to turn on them.
Too complicated he mused as he looked away, back to the hallway where he was expecting Nastya to appear.