<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/dragonball/images/4/44/Olivia_Wilde_-_my_heroine.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, mentor<br/><strong>With:</strong>alone<br/><strong>Where:</strong>private bedroom/training center observation deck<br/><br/>Rybbon hadn’t brought a great deal of clothing along with her, preferring to purchase new designs every time she visited the Capitol. Luckily the temperature in District 10 was lower than here, even in the Victor’s Village. She’d worn a very soft sweater on the train ride here. Whipping it out, she made certain it was clean and changed clothes in a hurry, hoping her absence was unquestioned – or that any questions about it could be fended off with a sarcastic quip rather than an admission of the truth; that she’d been getting her brains fucked out.<br/><br/>Grinning at her reflection in a mirror, she rearranged her hair, letting the gold laced curls fluff out around the mulberry purple material. Black skintight leather pants complimented the look, adding short boots to the ensemble. It didn’t occur to her just how closely to Caligus’ Tyrian signature she matched until she was entering the observation box once more, looking at the vid of all the tributes below from hours earlier.<em>Hells!</em>Did she unconsciously do that? Was it truly an accident? Forcing herself back to work, she studied the videos of the previous training and made her notes, angry at herself more than at Atlas… and looking forward to being angry with a particular tribute.<br/>