the devil wears prada.— [prada/pope (justice building)]
Feb 12, 2022 16:24:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2022 16:24:17 GMT -5
P R A D A G U C C I - V U I T T O N
Of course I stopped by the justice building after the reaping! I just had to see the defeated look on Popes smug little face. God I would not be surprised if the withdrawals in the Capitol killed him before he even got into the arena. I couldn't believe I ever dated him. And for what? To make my parents happy? To keep up my reputation? Please, my job isn't to please anyone. Especially my parents. If they ever want a child they can push their values on, they had twins for a reason and they can go bug Versace.
Maybe it was petty of me to pick him. But it was petty of Pope to out me, even if he claims it was an accident. Maybe me picking him was an accident too. When I was waiting to see him, I was hoping for one thing. I hope he cried. I had to cry because of him, and I was going to make sure he cried because of me. Or died. I'm fine with either, honestly. He should have thought about that before he decided to out me.
The only reason I somewhat regretted picking him was because going in myself would help a bit with my clout, especially with a lot of careers still celebrating a Nixie Summers win. But the way I see it? If I'm dead, I could have all the clout in the world and none of that matters. Tributes are the most famous people in all of Panem - for about a week until they get brutally murdered. My fame will be lasting. Pope will be nothing more than a footnote.
Once I actually got in, I put on my best smile. The Peacekeepers seemed to be watching him carefully. They probably remembered I was the one who picked him and wanted to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. And honestly the picture in my head of Peacekeepers beating the shit out of me made me only want to egg him on more. But if he did somehow survive, having a Victor in my back pocket wouldn't be a bad idea either, "It's sooo nice to see you again! Are you enjoying yourself? Excited to go see the Capitol? Who knows you might get to see your sister!"
He knew why I picked him, and he knew I didn't actually care how he felt about any of this. But I wanted to rub it in while appearing nice. Rubbing in the fact I get to sit here and he gets to go starve in the woods or freeze to death in tundra or bake in a desert. He may have exposed me, but I still won. And here I was, getting the last laugh. Even if it takes time, I always win. And victory tasted oh so sweet right now. I should see if Versace wants to throw a party later!
Of course I stopped by the justice building after the reaping! I just had to see the defeated look on Popes smug little face. God I would not be surprised if the withdrawals in the Capitol killed him before he even got into the arena. I couldn't believe I ever dated him. And for what? To make my parents happy? To keep up my reputation? Please, my job isn't to please anyone. Especially my parents. If they ever want a child they can push their values on, they had twins for a reason and they can go bug Versace.
Maybe it was petty of me to pick him. But it was petty of Pope to out me, even if he claims it was an accident. Maybe me picking him was an accident too. When I was waiting to see him, I was hoping for one thing. I hope he cried. I had to cry because of him, and I was going to make sure he cried because of me. Or died. I'm fine with either, honestly. He should have thought about that before he decided to out me.
The only reason I somewhat regretted picking him was because going in myself would help a bit with my clout, especially with a lot of careers still celebrating a Nixie Summers win. But the way I see it? If I'm dead, I could have all the clout in the world and none of that matters. Tributes are the most famous people in all of Panem - for about a week until they get brutally murdered. My fame will be lasting. Pope will be nothing more than a footnote.
Once I actually got in, I put on my best smile. The Peacekeepers seemed to be watching him carefully. They probably remembered I was the one who picked him and wanted to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. And honestly the picture in my head of Peacekeepers beating the shit out of me made me only want to egg him on more. But if he did somehow survive, having a Victor in my back pocket wouldn't be a bad idea either, "It's sooo nice to see you again! Are you enjoying yourself? Excited to go see the Capitol? Who knows you might get to see your sister!"
He knew why I picked him, and he knew I didn't actually care how he felt about any of this. But I wanted to rub it in while appearing nice. Rubbing in the fact I get to sit here and he gets to go starve in the woods or freeze to death in tundra or bake in a desert. He may have exposed me, but I still won. And here I was, getting the last laugh. Even if it takes time, I always win. And victory tasted oh so sweet right now. I should see if Versace wants to throw a party later!
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