OK now I am feeling inspired.
"Rose Tyler."
Rose's name has just been called out of the fifty canidates to compete in the 100th annual hunger games...
5 DAYS LATER
Rose stood in the designer's room, completey nude. He walked around her, surveying her body.
"You're from district 13?" He said, his fingers on his chin. She nodded.
"District 13 supplies clean water."
"Yeah."
"It wasn't a question."
He finally handed her a velvet red robe. She pulled it on and sat in the metal chair he had for her.
"So, we want to do something with water. Right. So, I was thinking..."
Rose watched as he pulled some photos out of a binder, and started sewing.
"You can leave." He said, waving at her in dismissal. Rose grabbed her clothes and left the room. She was used to this kind of treatment from the capitol's people. She stood alone in the elevator, watching the city through the window, trying not to cry. She was alone here. If the Doctor was here, she wouldn't be in this mess. But he wasn't. She had to deal with this on her own.
The elevator dinged. She stepped out on her floor and walked into her room, throwing herself unto the bed. She needed sleep. She needed one full night with out any nightmares.
She drifted off into her pillow, sleep catching her.
