sugar & cyanide | fayre & industria {blitz}

[eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris]

fayre belanger

Making friends is a stupid idea.

A very reckless, very foolish idea.

And Fayre knows this, she understands the consequences of having a bleeding heart in the Games — but after eighteen years of apathy, she's grown tired of the numbness. The person living in her memories isn't her, not anymore. Her kindness will come back to bite her, of that much she is certain, but she's willing to take the risk. If you enlist in a war because you want to feel, then you have to accept the pain. There has to be a balance.

Gunfire doesn't frighten her.

The actual process of starting a friendship, however, is a different story. She has no clue where to begin. She's often approached first, in the rare moment when one of the other tributes actually takes an interest in her. Her awkwardness usually scares them off, and if not that, her inability to display any useful skills finishes the job. The cafeteria, she realizes, seems like the easiest place to start.

She scans the room after stacking her tray with food, not bothering to hide her gluttony. If going on a journey of self-discovery means fighting to the death, then she's at least doing it on a full stomach. A few moments later, she notices the girl from Three sitting alone. She doesn't want to assume that a kid will be more welcoming than the others in the room, but it's difficult to avoid the thought.

Walking over, she offers a warm smile and hovers by the table. Sitting down without an invitation seems too forceful, so she introduces herself first. "I'm Fayre, from Ten. You're Industria, right?" The name is strange on her tongue, but she takes the time to pronounce it correctly. "Do you mind if I join you? Better than being alone." She winces, realizing how inconsiderate that sounds.

"Uh, and I'll share my pastries with you!"

'Great save, Fayre. Great save.'

[kap]

Industria Spark

The food at the Capitol was the best food that Industria Spark had ever tasted, and, judging by the fact that what she was having today was all cafeteria food, it probably wasn't even the best that they had to offer. The young girl had loaded her tray with a variety of different foods and headed over to sit at a table. She sat by herself, as it seemed like everyone else who was sitting down was already engrossed in a conversation with someone else, and she didn't want to intrude.

Her mama had always told her to be polite.

Polite was exactly what she was, too, when the girl from District Ten approached her at her table, her tray also piled high with food. The girl spoke to her, introducing herself as Fayre from Ten. She also noted Industria's name, pronouncing it well as she did and making sure she had it right.

"Yup, I'm Industria. You can call me Dusty, if you'd like. Sometimes that's a bit easier for people to remember," Dusty said in response.

Fayre also asked if Dusty minded if she joined her at the table, offering to share her pastries with her, which, to Dusty, sounded like a great offer. A new friend and some food that she hadn't been able to fit onto her own tray were a great combination.

"Sure! Take a seat," Dusty said. "It's nice to meet you. Sorry that it has to be in a place that we're in because of the Games, though."

Then, she continued.

"Although, I suppose we might not have met if it weren't for the Games, being from different Districts. There's a silver lining in everything, I guess."

The girl said this and then took a bite out of her apple, realizing that, as she often was, she may have been too talkative. Hopefully she wasn't scaring Fayre off.