death over dinner | Atticus&Hettie | Blitz
Feb 3, 2016 6:54:22 GMT -5
Post by frankel on Feb 3, 2016 6:54:22 GMT -5
hettie.
Stabbing the fork through the surface of the steak, no matter how many incisions I attack it with, no blood pours from it to suffice my needs. I have requested a cup full of any animal’s blood, for playing with and not consuming, everyone I ask seems to frown at me and give me an alternative. Cutting the meat in half, the inside is as red as my hair…it does remind me of human flesh…just slightly more burnt. Shoving the meat into my mouth, my molars would gnaw at the tough texture allowing me swallow it perfectly, without choking myself to death before I enter the arena.
Having the perfect table to view all the tributes attending to their lunch, it is amusing to watch the lower Districts pile up their food. Really, is it that bad down there? They’re stupid for doing it anyway, training on stuffed stomach is the most ridiculous thing someone could possibly do. Unless of course they want to make a fool of themselves and vomit across the centre’s floor. I bet at least two tributes would slip in the mess, probably crack their skulls clean open. Two down, twenty-one to go…
Looking up at my table, the only person accompanying me is a boy, with my great observational skills I know he is the District Three one…due to the white three sewn to his shirt. It’s nice to know I haven’t scared the whole lot of them away, whenever the tributes see me, I can see the terror in their eyes. Obviously I play along with it, flashing a growl in their direction.
”So hot stuff…Tittiekiss is it? Do you talk or are we going to sit here in silence?” I’d say to the District Three, continuing to attack the steak with the cutlery.