tribute service . {jimmy/sacrifice}

[jackson thomas [d6m] arc]

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Okay, wait, who was gonna tell me that lobster was good? Like, it’s just sitting there. Red, like me, so why would it not be delicious? It’s… sweet, and salty, and honestly, even more like me. Training had gotten boring, because like there’s only so much you can do in there. It just gets boring. Like looking at Maggie’s fuck-ass-bob that she’s recently equipped. Where’s flavor? Where’s the fun in all of it? I don’t know about you but swinging knives doesn’t sound fun. Food at least offers some emotional food. Good food makes you happy. What endorphins does a knife release?

Unless it’s being thrown at pricks like Brian, I don’t want it!

”Hey, you-” I raise my hand and snap it at a passing tribute. They’re up, and I’m not. Why waste my energy on getting a drink? ”Would you be a dollll-” my L’s roll, trying to sweeten up to the being. ”And grab me a glass of water? You’re closer, and I’d… haate to get up. Next one will be on me.” Scout’s honor, or whatever. I offer the next round as if we’re passing shots. But in reality, it’s just me trying to get an excuse to not get up. I’m too pretty to waste energy on glasses of water! This lobster is calling my name.

[Jorg]

S A C R I F I C E

Sacrifice had just finished a rough morning training session and she was just ready to breathe and reset during lunch. Luckily, the dining hall decided to treat them with a luxury lunch: lobster, chicken caprese salad, grilled mozzarella sandwiches, and more. Her mouth is salivating at the spread of options available. She hopes that they have amazing drink options that go with it. She's trying to contain herself as she's reminded of the lunchtime tea events back at home. A pang of grief moves through Sacrifice as she thinks about what life will be like once she gets back home. If she gets back home.

"Hey you-" a masculine voice calls out followed by some quick snapping. Sacrifice turns around and sees one of the Garners from District Six snapping at her.

"Would you be a dolllll, and grab me a glass of water? You're closer and I'd... hate to get up. Next one will be on me." he says trying to butter her up like the lobster on his plate. He sounds drunk. Her eye twitches a bit as she suddenly remembers why she hated her position at home, having to cater to entitled people like him. Clearly being related to Victors is meaningless this year, though he's trying to reap the benefits while he can.

"Absolutely, Jimmy was it? I'll be happy to get that water for you. Is it ok if I sit with you?" she asks he paints her face in that practiced fake smile of hers. The temptation to put a few drops of poison in his water is strong, but she knows that she'll get in more trouble than it's worth. Plus she's not worried about his drunk state coming up with any effective plans for her food.

"How has training been treating you?" she asks as she puts his water in front of him.

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