Beck was starving. Not enough to the point where he was about to keel over and die or something like that, but to the point where it was certainly slowing him down. Switching from a computer program who got their energy from drinks to a human who got their energy from both eating and drinking was kind of hard. Not to mention he hadn't bought any food for himself, and finding something edible here was like trying to find a needle in a haystack...

Not to mention the fact that he was having glitches ever few hours or so. Thanks to his cracked identity disc.

He inched a little closer to the table, keeping an eye out on the other tributes starting to file in (some a little more louder than others...). So here Beck was, unarmed and anything but on his best A-game. His plan of action is to take a bag and take a run for it...but you're more than welcome to change the tables, if you want to.