Get Me High [Ikaros/Eloise!Blitz]

[Tom]

The craving was getting worse.

Not only did he crave a high, but he was craving interaction. It's not his fault that he hasn't spoken to anyone else yet, except his own district partner. Tristitia was there, but he needed to stop relying on someone else from Five. Hell, he knew that once the games started, his only use would be as a meatshield. A chuckle leaves his lips as he stands in the hallway where the elevator waits on the floor for the training center. He's been hiding here for the past few minutes, trying to clear his head. He's dressed up in the tightest outfit he's ever worn. Clinging to his skin in an uncomfortable fashion with a bright white five plastered to his shoulder as if a number was all he would be.

Rumors are easy to hear in the capitol. He's begged some of the avoxes to get him some weed, but all of them avoided him after he spoke. Rumors spread though. Victors were dumb, even if they tried to act like nice people. He didn't care for most of them, they didn't exactly look like they wanted to be here either. Mackenzie Pryce though, he was going to be saving grace. He could try to ask Patricia for some, if he could ever find her. Did she even exist? He couldn't tell you.

Mackenzie Pryce had a stash.

All that he needed was an accomplice, someone to keep watch while he broke in to the seventh floor. Eyes glance through the halls and the training center before he just sighs. His voice reaching out the closest person to him, who happens to be the pretty girl from eight. A smirk bleeds onto his lips as he takes a once over of her.

"Hey, Eight! Yes. You!"

A breath of air before Ikaros lets himself bleed into his past, the flirting words on the tips of his lips.

"Wanna join me for an adventure? It'll be fun."