Don't say a word [Prismarine/Rosa]
Oct 4, 2019 19:35:05 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 4, 2019 19:35:05 GMT -5
Food.
Lots of red and purple colored and sugary smelling food had passed by her and her eyes began to grow bigger than her tiny stomach would let. The masses of mint scented scones and stacks of pork wrapped in pastry fluff taunted her stomach several times over. She clutched her belly and shrugged her shoulders. At home, the morsels of nutrition was so far and scarce that the abundance of succulent bites nagged at her. Pris licked her lips and looked to either side of her to hinder anyone from taking something she so desperately wanted first. Her tiny hands reached for whatever might fit on her plate.
"Red, you were totally holding out on us. How could you not try harder to make it home if this was the reward. Damn cuz." A narly bite to her tongue, she brought up a pastry to her nose and sniffed it as if it was the last thing she'd ever smell. Wrinkles adorned her freckled nose and lines creased at her lips when the true happiness to have food was just there for the taking.
"I never want to leave this room." The morsel disappeared in a oment followed by a groan of pleasure.
Tributes from all over panem sat in various spots, but there were a few loners that seemed less daunting then the groups that had already formed. With her cheeks swollen with capitol fod, she passed by two tributes that were much older than her. The intimidating stare she gave them as she passed lasted only a moment but it stored a memory she'd never forget.
She nodded slightly as she recorded their names to their faces.
"Tommy O'Kelly. Intimidating. Act sweet. That Milo - Soul would tell me to stay away from him. Red would tell me otherwise." Her eyes flashed between several other tributes marking the district one female as a sweet looking girl that she might try to swindle with sweetness to get what she wanted. Her lips controued to a devilish smile. "I'll meet up with her later."
A mistep caused Prismarine forward, tumbling awkwardly loosing her grip on her dinner plate. A squeak of fear escaped, echoed throughout the dining area. The momentum of food clattered to the floor spreading debris everywhere and decorating the tiny tributes clothes with the delicious foods she had only just gathered. Cheeks reddened with embarassment as the avoxes in the room looked at her stunned, but one stepped forward while she stood there as a lawn ornament for all to see.
"I don't need your help!" She grumbled.
Prismarine words: 19e66b