<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/zvRsGnR.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Caligus Occisus, District Two Male Tribute<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, Garret Wylder<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Backstage<br/><br/>"Nothing involving the Games happens without cause, as I'm sure you know," Caligus told Rybbon. "So trust me when I say I know exactly what the intended effect of that particular costume was." He was given a bit of pause by her initial answer; being dissuaded from asking meant that there was nowhere without eyes. He had expected as much, but now his suspicions were confirmed.<br/><br/>As he finished what remained of his sandwich in silence, he was eying the Mentor back. He knew there was absolutely no trust between him and her at this point, if not active distrust on her part, but there was still something there. It wasn't an infatuation, certainly, for he knew the particular signals for that and he was getting none of them. It was too intense, too...<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, chewing thoughtfully while trying to procure the proper word. Perhaps belligerent? Tense? Something to that effect. Regardless of what it was, he would need to keep a weather eye on Rybbon. So far she had seemed not quite well-disposed to him.<br/><br/>After finishing his sandwich, Caligus said, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I do believe the training session begins soon." He picked up his green apple and casually made his way towards the elevator, taking a large bite out of it before the doors closed and he began the descent to the training centre.