cloudy sun [d1 train]
Feb 7, 2021 21:14:55 GMT -5
Post by kap on Feb 7, 2021 21:14:55 GMT -5
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Allura"][googlefont="Abel"]SWANSKI
COACH DELUXE
District One
Meeting and making friends with the other tributes wasn't exactly high on Coach's priority list. Regardless, he knew he'd be basically forced to interact with some of them to an extent. That's why, when he got on the train, he didn't try to avoid it like he normally might have. Besides, his district partner, Silk, was rather pretty, and he'd never complain about talking to a pretty girl.
Upon boarding the train, he was first met by mountains of delicious-looking food. Immediately, before even taking his seat, he grabbed a plate and piled it high with some of the most attractive pastries and desserts. Then, he sat down, took a bite out of a cupcake, and started to chew his food when he remembered that he wasn't alone.
Silk was there with him, too. Silk Le Roux. Her name was a famous one- the Le Roux part, anyway. Not only was it a big name in Hunger Games history, but there was a victor who shared her surname, too. Ridley Le Roux had won the eighty-third Hunger Games, which Coach hadn't exactly expected. Regardless, he was glad that District One had produced another victor, and he was determined to be the next one.
He looked to Silk, finished chewing his bite of cupcake, swallowed it and spoke.
"Le Roux, huh?" he said simply.
He wasn't sure what he was getting at with that question, exactly, but perhaps something interesting would come out of it all. If not, it was no loss to him. He took another bite of his cupcake as he waited for a response from her. He was sure to be a bit more delicate with his eating this time, however. He'd always hated when people judged him, after all. Coach would hate to be seen as a slob.
Upon boarding the train, he was first met by mountains of delicious-looking food. Immediately, before even taking his seat, he grabbed a plate and piled it high with some of the most attractive pastries and desserts. Then, he sat down, took a bite out of a cupcake, and started to chew his food when he remembered that he wasn't alone.
Silk was there with him, too. Silk Le Roux. Her name was a famous one- the Le Roux part, anyway. Not only was it a big name in Hunger Games history, but there was a victor who shared her surname, too. Ridley Le Roux had won the eighty-third Hunger Games, which Coach hadn't exactly expected. Regardless, he was glad that District One had produced another victor, and he was determined to be the next one.
He looked to Silk, finished chewing his bite of cupcake, swallowed it and spoke.
"Le Roux, huh?" he said simply.
He wasn't sure what he was getting at with that question, exactly, but perhaps something interesting would come out of it all. If not, it was no loss to him. He took another bite of his cupcake as he waited for a response from her. He was sure to be a bit more delicate with his eating this time, however. He'd always hated when people judged him, after all. Coach would hate to be seen as a slob.