fifth floor snooping // Ryan.marsh

[k!ah]

It was a risk, entering the fifth floor for the second time. But his last visit had been cut rudely short, he still had a room or two to discover before he was satisfied with his findings. Socks soundless on the tiles floor he slips quietly into the apartment, hoodie pull high over his head, shielding his eyes as he darts behind an artificial plant in the corner of the room. As far as he could tell it was just him and the shadows, his friends wrapping a warm embrace around him.

Alert he slips from his hiding spot, eyes taking in the same image from yesterday. The smell of something delicious wafts towards him, but he ignores it, putting it down as last nights dinner. Slinking down the hallways he walks past the loud girls room, eyes narrowing in distaste at the memory of last nights disaster. In the arena he would have to watch out for that one, but he was sure he would be able to hear her screeching, grating voice, long before he saw her.

Quickly he walks past her room, fingers closing around the cool metal of the door handle opposite him. The males tributes room. One last glance over his shoulder and he walks in closing the door gently behind him. The shadows instinctively seem to wrap around him tighter, his movements slow and steady as he moves around the edges of the room. Just like each other room he had searched the draws were empty, the closets filled with the smell of new clothes. Fresh leather.

Tilting his head to the side he moves deeper into the room, his feet carrying him into the bathroom. Instantly he is hit with a fruity essence, his nose twitching as he takes a moment to breathe in the scent. You could tell a lot about a person from their smell, well he assumed you could. Pity Yuki had no idea what the smell of fresh strawberries was supposed to fucking tell him about a boy who was a stranger. Yuno often had a sickly sweet smell, like she was constantly trying to hide something. Maybe just her crazy obsession for himself.

Backing out of the bathroom he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, eyes staring out the window as the darkening sky encouraged the streets of the capitol to burst to life. Being on the third floor his view was limited compared to the endless dancing lights that spread before him like an ocean of dancing stars. Despite himself, he found that he was captivated by the sight, eyes unable to break away even as the door behind him clicks open, the room flushed with light.

Fuck.

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

I still am reeling from all of the events that have passed since I have arrived here. I try to take breathers when I can, but I have a feeling that it will never slow down. If there is one thing that I can focus on here, its the fact that this is nothing like home. Everything looks perfect, and I cannot lie when I think about how much I actually hate it. I wouldnt say this outloud to anyone, because that is not their business, but I can only imagine how much was covered up by the powers that may be.

It was no fun being perfect anyway.

But the apartment that I walked into a couple days ago had been spacious, so much so that I lost Caleb a couple times while making my way around. We had separate rooms that had been right near each other, and the moment I discovered that they did in fact lock, made me breathe a sigh of relief. There was a chance for me to have some sort of respite away from the madness.

However, I was even more impressed with the state of the art kitchen that had been in there. I had been told by the escort that I could have whatever I wanted brought to me, and that they encourage me to indulge while I am here. I know that I shouldnt, but seeing a kitchen like this got me thinking about how I could at least make a couple meals. After all, it was nothing like back home in five, not even my kitchen looked this high tech.

So a couple requests to the avoxes were made as I left for training in the morning. I am not sure what is in store for me, but I know what I will come back too. And to my surprise it is luxurious in every sense of the word. And I cannot help but feel like this is a dream.

When I know damn well that it is an actual nightmare.

I cook a meal, a couple people are around, including the escort who decided to give what I made a taste. To my surprise they complimented me, which I felt like was a rare occurrence from a capitolite to a district born boy. I give a light smile before realizing that it was probably time for me to try to relax for the rest of the night. I had even noticed the rest of the world around me, and my room seems like the best place for me to go.

I slip in, realizing that the door had been left ajar a little bit. I dont think about it too much, pushing the door open and closing it right behind me, locking the door. The lights are not on, and I decide that I needed to get out of the shirt I was in before I even step foot in the bathroom. Its slides off quickly, and my hand reaches for the light. When the room lights up, I notice a boy on my bed and I am a little shocked.

"Uhhh, what is this?" I say, not even thinking about the cold air hitting my exposed chest for him to see. "I dont think I signed up for this kind of treatment." I smirk for a moment, before realizing that this boy was probably an intruder, not someone sent from the capitol.

Still I am curious.

[k!ah]

Oh shit, two nights in a row he had been spotted, caught off guard. "Uhhh, what is this?" What was this? How was he supposed to explain to him that he was in his room, snoopy though his draws, smelling his after shave. "Uhhh, umm, well you see..." Just shut up. Don't say anything. Don't dig a deeper hole than it has to be. "I don't think I signed up for this kind of treatment." Smirk on his lips Yuki feels his mouth dry.

Whaaaaat?

This guy seriously didn't think I was here to- to what? Eyes travel down his bare chest, the muscles that hugged his body tightly. Before traveling back up to a clean shaven face and strong jaw. "Uh, yeah, look I wasn't sent here." Subtly he tries to move for the door, keeping his back to the wall, navigating himself around the bed. It doesn't go so well, his foot caught in the sheets he slips forwards, knees hitting the ground before the half naked boy.

"Though it looks like I might have, ah, fallen for you." A cringe pulls at his face instantly, his eyes crinkling. It was a mistake as soon as it left his lips. It felt awkward on his tongue, the joke lacking the charm it was supposed to be delivered with. He'd watched other boys in district delivery the line. Watched the charming smile on their lips, eyes dancing with mystery as they look up from their spot in the earth, through long lashes. He had watched from the shadows as a dust of rose dusts the cheeks of the intended.

Clearing his throat he scrambles to his feet, pushing his hair from his eyes, taking another step towards the exit. "Well I'm going to leave now."

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

I have never experienced anything like this before. Im not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, though I do think my mom once told me that if something like this did happen, give them whatever they wanted. I owned nothing here though, so it was mind boggling if I was being honest. I caught him off guard though.

He is nervous, probably not used to being caught in whatever he was about to do. I can tell that he is trying to take in the view. The room of course, not me, because I dont see myself as someone that would be given a second glance. He stammers and I couldnt help but smirk. "Youre another tribute arent you?" I say, realizing that I had seen him before in the training floor.

Before he could even respond, he stood up and then fell over in an almost impressive display of clumsiness. I couldnt help but give a light laugh, wondering if he had been caught before. There is a certain amount of charm to him, and I cant put my finger on it.

He stands quickly, but I have a feeling that he is trying to run for it. He was the one that invaded my space after all, so I am not willing to let him go that easily. "Aww, I thought we were just getting to know each other." I smirked before I placed my frame over the door, my hand holding onto the door handle. "Sit." I speak kindly. If he wanted to steal something, there would be no need. I would give him whatever he wanted. It would be nice to have someone to talk to that isnt Caleb for once.

"Spill."