wanna quit all the time / vera & circe, day 1
Jun 26, 2024 19:14:27 GMT -5
Post by andromache s. ⚔️ [d1b] sucy on Jun 26, 2024 19:14:27 GMT -5
Absolutely fucking not. These sand dunes suck. As I look out over them, they just seem to go on forever. They don't. From my high ground, I can actually see what lies beyond the rolling dunes: a deep, deep pit, and past that; a glittering glass maze just begging to be explored. Whatever they've got in the middle of it is probably well worth getting lost for a couple of hours. Maybe it's a gun, or chainmail, or something like that. On the other hand, maybe they've got some crazy Mutt in there, knocked out but ready to wake up as soon as it senses heat or movement or the stink of desert sweat. I shudder thinking of watching the Tenth Games back on my first night in the Training Center. Could that be why they got us to watch them? Because we were gonna be outrunning some twisted beast in his own home, like the tributes eighty seven years ago?
No way. They'd never drop such an obvious hint. Right?
While I'm staring out at the maze, a figure crests over the top of one of the dunes. I focus in on it. It's the girl from Four. Circe. She's young, same age as Marceline was last year, but she freaks me out a little, in a different way to Junie St. James. It's something closer to how I feel about Portia Maybach, who I still haven't forgiven for wearing purple to the sponsorship gala -- Tide Evros, Circe's district partnet, I decided to give a pass, since he'd danced with me so nicely. Maybe if Portia had at least pretended to schmooze, then I would've forgiven her too. Time to see which of the two Circe is more like.
...Truthfully, I don't really want to talk to her, but I feel like I have to. Our stake on the Cornucopia for the night still feels shaky considering the lack of competition.
"Hey, Four," I yell. "You look a little lost. You already getting fooled by oasis mirages? Sorry, babe, you're out of the fish tank now."
No way. They'd never drop such an obvious hint. Right?
While I'm staring out at the maze, a figure crests over the top of one of the dunes. I focus in on it. It's the girl from Four. Circe. She's young, same age as Marceline was last year, but she freaks me out a little, in a different way to Junie St. James. It's something closer to how I feel about Portia Maybach, who I still haven't forgiven for wearing purple to the sponsorship gala -- Tide Evros, Circe's district partnet, I decided to give a pass, since he'd danced with me so nicely. Maybe if Portia had at least pretended to schmooze, then I would've forgiven her too. Time to see which of the two Circe is more like.
...Truthfully, I don't really want to talk to her, but I feel like I have to. Our stake on the Cornucopia for the night still feels shaky considering the lack of competition.
"Hey, Four," I yell. "You look a little lost. You already getting fooled by oasis mirages? Sorry, babe, you're out of the fish tank now."
[kaitlin]