scouting for boys (Sol&Hettie) blitz

[frankel]

hettie.

Hunting for attention in this training centre was becoming its own task at hand; everyone was so focused on whatever they were doing. They need to loosen up, live what’s left of their lives. Being trapped in the District Four quarters is becoming exhausting; I need to spread my acquaintances to different Districts. There are a lot of pretty boys amongst these tributes, the majority of the male’s appearances meet my standards and well, I haven’t attempted once to converse with any of them. Since reaching the Capitol, the only male I have conversed with the most is the escort and stylist I can’t say they are of any use.

Poking me with their cosmetic tools, I swear I heard the stylist mutter under his breath when he was preparing me for make-over torture that he would dye my hair a more appropriate colour. Well I wish I could dye his face with the blood from his genital area, it would look much better than what he has being done with me.

Standing by the trapping station, I observe. These kids are useless, they’ll be easy to tear down but what is the excitement in that? I want competition. Even the higher career districts aren’t representing themselves properly. Seriously, Panem is long over-due a career victor and now that a pair of foetuses has been reaped in Eleven, I think our curse is lifted.

Noticing the District 5 boy, his appearance would seem to send alarm bells in my mind, he’ll be a good one to converse with. Painting a grin on my face, I would head over to him. ”Well hello pretty boy.” My face would be close to his as I speak.

[arctic]

[presto][/presto]

s o l .

A silence had filled his mind while he had been looking at the plants, trying to implant within his mind what was right from wrong. What was the things that would keep him living and what would bring him crumbling down to the ground? What could he possibly use against others, though that a thought soon evaporated from his mind. Sol assumed nobody was foolish, nobody was silly enough to believe that a simple berry given to another would be safe; however- it was a game of trust.

If they ate the berry, he knew that he would've had their trust. That they thought he wasn't going to hurt him; that they could trust him with their life. A female's voice entered his mind while he'd been focusing on the small things that were placed out on the table, picked carefully where they were put as if in groups from the most thirst quenching to the most hunger filling ones.

”Well hello pretty boy.” The voice made him shiver, the way she spoke reminded him of a snake's in a way, sly and a hint of hunting their prey in the next few moments as he reflected the words.

He would turn around, finding himself face to face with the girl from District Four.

"Do you need something?" His eyebrow was raised, for he had better games to be playing besides this.

get dunk't on

[frankel]

hettie.

Glancing to the station that the boy is working on, the plants would present themselves to me. I haven’t bothered with this station; the knowledge will not assist me in the arena. I never intended to be killed by a plant and learning what vegetation would kill me and not is a good idea but who says I will be eating herbs during those long days? There will be plenty of meat sources hidden in that arena for me to catch and a lot of them will be running around with weapons in their hands…

Of course I will be acquiring my own food; I can’t trust any offerings from others. If given the chance to easily poison someone, who wouldn’t take it? In the end twenty-three of us must die and whenever I am able to lower the numbers, I will do it.

As the boy turns following my words, I’d capture his face with my eyes, admiring his facial appearance. I’d rate him seven. I know that this boy has had a relative in the games before, Lulu Shim or something however there are a lot of tributes with past relatives who have entered the arena, some of those who have walked out…it doesn’t make this one special.

"Do you need something?" A feisty one he seems or maybe a loner boy who doesn’t want to talk.

Walking around the back of the boy, I’d eye his body as I halt at the other side of him. ”Depends on what you can offer.” Maybe I could waste some time and help him… I’d eye the table of vegetables again, having no clue on what they all are actually are. Pointing to a maroon crumply leaf that resembles a lettuce I’d say. ”If you ate that, you’d think your insides were burning.” All lies.