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[justoutrunyou]

Who: Sandy, Pruna and YOU! Bring it on.
What: Sandy's exploring The Wax figures and the Masks
Where: The Sixth Floor and later the second floor
When: Near the end of the first week.
Notes: Hooks in Sandy's face, possibly worse later.

She stood with reverence before one of the wax statues in the museum.

A proud black man stood looking down his nose at her the way he always did. Javert never was very kind to Sandy in word or glance.

But she owed him her life.

He was dressed in the Prince clothing from Disneyland, Orange to represent District Three.

Taking a deep breath she let it out with a sigh.

"I don't think I ever thanked you." She apologized to the wax figure. "I would have died in that arena alot sooner if you hadn't protected me."

Night after night, huddled together in the same sleeping bag, until he'd fallen at by the hand of Maximus.

"The last time I saw you,  you were a zombie and trying to eat me. Then you just went away. Weren't you interesting enough for them?"

Stepping up onto the platform she reached up and rose onto her tippy toes to unclasp the cape.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to come back. You might actually like this arena. It's stuffy like you were."

With a tug the cape came free and she swung it over her shoulders clasping it into place. Her eye caught another statue and she shuffled over to it. Riddick. The first person she met in the games.

" You told me to stop running and dig down deep. Try to outlast everyone else. But I don't think that works for everyone, and I'm tired of running scared."

On this statue to she had to reach high to reach his head, tugging free the goggles on his bald head. They were too dark to wear practically but she would feel stronger with them on her forehead.

All around her were wax statues of the dead.

And if she could help it, she would never become one of them.

Picking up the crowbar that some generous sponsor had sent her, Sandy continued to explore looking for more accessories to make her feel stronger.