[ Peeta is launched into wakefulness, a harsh sound coming from his throat that's more scream than anything, but one might be able to make out the name 'Katniss" in his scream. It doesn't take much provocation to shove him to his feet (stumbling ever so slightly on the artificial limb) and out the door. This has got to be another arena, another one of Snow's games. With that in mind he stoops, grabbing up the suitcase. As weapons go, it's not great but it's something. He doesn't bother to figure out if there are clothes in his suitcase (and he really should). The quarter quell uniform he's wearing is more acid burned than anything, torn, shredded and scarcely covering things that ought to be covered. He has welts on him from mutant mosquitos and acid burns dot his skin. He's also got the remanants of some sort of green-gray ointment smeared into his skin. The bridge of his nose and cheeks are sunburnt and his hair...well, let's not talk about his hair. It's gone from beyond bedhead to something...not good.
He lurches down the stairs toward the main lobby, occasionally screaming Katniss' name like it's something ripped from his bones. He will frantically pull at doors, opening them, screaming Katniss' name then moving onto the next thing. Rinse and repeat. ]
later;
[ Once he's found Katniss he'll calm down a little. He's still going to be suspicious as all fuck, but at least he's changed clothes and is doing some exploring, talking a little to people and figuring out what's going on. ]
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He lurches down the stairs toward the main lobby, occasionally screaming Katniss' name like it's something ripped from his bones. He will frantically pull at doors, opening them, screaming Katniss' name then moving onto the next thing. Rinse and repeat. ]
later;
[ Once he's found Katniss he'll calm down a little. He's still going to be suspicious as all fuck, but at least he's changed clothes and is doing some exploring, talking a little to people and figuring out what's going on. ]