Friends or Foes? (OPEN!)

Jennifer looked up at the boy named Preston, she recognised him from the edible foods station. "Hey, your hair looks okay both ways, but I think that looks better." Jennifer suddenly felt like a fashion police. "You might wanna check your shirt, doesn't fit your style." Jennifer said with a laugh.

Finished with his slashing, and long since watching Jennifer walk away, Thomas finally followed her into the lunchroom. Glancing around, he spotted Jennifer at a table. Looking around more, Thomas found the food line and made his way towards it. Stacking a few muffins on it and grabbing a bottle of water, the only food and drink he's had in the Capitol, Thomas made his way towards Jennifer. As he approached the table, he noticed a soul that he hadn't before. Looking closer he thought he recognized the face.

"Hey Jennifer," he said, setting his plate down. Looking towards the other, "You're the District Seven boy, aren't ya? he questioned.

Jared walked into the lunchroom, after practicing with the throwing knives. He went to get food and his eyes locked on one thing. Grapes. He piled them onto his plate, and turned around. He began to look at his fellow tributes, practicaly analyzing all of them. He decided he would just let his feet carry him, and so they did. He ended up at the table with the District Three female tribute, the District Seven male tribute and the District Eight male tribute.. He smiled as he sat down, saying, "Hope you don't mind me sitting here. Get's boring sitting alone." The way he just sat down was a bit...intrusive if taken the wrong way.

Jennifer saw two boys sit down- Jared, and Thomas. She welcomed them with a warm smile, "I dont mind at all! I'm glad to sit down with fellow tributes and talk with them." Jennifer encouraged them. She decided a lot of these people she got to know a bit, and might want to ally with them. But theres someone else she expected to be there... but who?

Preston got agitated now that there were so many people. "So, I know I won't be able to do this easily, but if its possible, and you guys agree, you all want to alliance?" Preston asked the three. Surely they were all friends with Jennifer. "That's me." Preston told the boy who on the side of his shirt for Training was eight. Preston kept eating the carrot he'd been chewing on for about a few minutes. It was hard and crunchy, but apparently its good for your eyesight. Preston swallowed a good chunk of the carrot and stretched out his legs. There was silence, and to Preston, silence was good. Peace and quiet is even better, but that would never happen.

Glancing around at the ones who had joined them, Thomas grimaced. The boy from Eleven and duo from Seven was now complete. "Five people, including myself. A bit large for a group that isn't Career, he thought to himself. Picking up his muffin, he peeled the paper back and took a bite of it. Chewing, he looked at the band of misfits that had assembled. Attempting to think of what each could be good at, Thomas thought more about where they came from.

"District Three, Jennifer, is the Electronics District. Likely traps or short range. Though she said she was good with long range weaponry. District Seven, Summer and boy, is the Lumber District. Likely short range. And the other boy," Thomas thought to himself. "He looks like the boy from District Eleven. That's the Agriculture District, isn't it? Poor District at that. And again, likely another short range user." Thomas shook his head. If this were gonna be an alliance, they'll need to use Jennifer and himself to a few of strategic uses.

"Alright then. Preston, I assume, you mentioned an alliance. That's all fine and dandy for us, and it could help in the long run. However, if we don't know anything about each other, we can't effectively work together," Thomas said aloud. Looking towards the District Seven pair, "You all are from Seven, from what I can gather. Summer and Preston." Turning to Jennifer, "Jennifer, District Three. And..." Thomas looked at the boy from Eleven. "If I remember correctly, you are the boy from Eleven." Shutting his mouth, Thomas took a swig of water.

"I am Thomas, and my home is Eight. If it is any easier, just call me T.Q. Now, introductions, aside from our friend out of Eleven are done." Thomas reached for his Token, his feather pendant. Pulling it from beneath his shirt, he wrapped his hand around it. "Anything I am missing? Aside from a name," he said, pointing at the District Eleven.

Jennifer listened to the boys plan. She didn't know what to say, but she decided to tumble out with this- "I dont know, maybe it should be Me, Preston, and Summer- than if one of us dies one of you can step in." Jennifer didnt know if she had a good idea, but if that doesn't work, she doesnt know what else to do.

Jared had begun to eat his grapes quietly. When they asked about his name, he smiled and said, "Sorry. I'm Jared Richards. And, I never really asked for an alliance. But, I would be happy to...not kill you and aid you to get out of the Bloodbath at the very least. Carrers look pretty deadly this year." He took another grape, throwing it into his mouth and he closed his eyes, savoring it.

Jennifer already knew her answer to Prestons' question- The Tribute Parade, it was hilarious. Tribute Parade, it was hilarious."

Preston stood up and stretched his arms. "Well, now that I'm done eating, I think I'll go up to the towers and see if Errik is there.'' Preston told the four. He was hoping that Summer wouldn't follow, because he was planning to get advice, but if she came, none would change. Preston ate up the apple on his plate so quickly he swallowed after swallowed, no time for hesitation. Preston didn't have a reason to chit chat with tributes for a bit now, because he had all he needed in the Towers, sleep and mentoring.

(Preston Left..)