messy vision of hope. { jimmy / machiavelli }
Oct 18, 2023 21:32:47 GMT -5
Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Oct 18, 2023 21:32:47 GMT -5
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”Good morning to you, too, sweetums.” I comment, watching as a disgruntled figure of another tribute relative sits down in front of me. What’s with all these relatives? I know Panem is that underpopulated. I say we’re about to hit a cultural renaissance. Just without the plague, or whatever it was that comes with the renaissance.
Regardless, this dude looked like he just came through a tornado and back. ”I’m glad I’ve been honored with presence, at least,” I observe to Hope, eyeing him up and down. Clearly, whoever was in charge of getting him ready had failed. I was already sitting there for a good five minutes waiting for the guy to appear. I’m currently sipping on a strawberry mimosa, because I am just like a strawberry! I have the red hair for it at least, so I qualify. ”Care to explain being late, mister?” Raising the glass and taking the sip, he could’ve used all the time in the world. I couldn’t care less, but the thought of so many siblings is interesting. The other day, some kid was waiting outside with a tennis racket to get signed. An item from my past, having a name from the past. What even was the twist for the Games? Nothing has been said yet, which is like, stupid. How should we call this a quell if there’s not a twist yet?
Boring. But anyway, this guy should be the focus. It’s hard to want to, though. He looks like he’d be better off taking the extra hour in bed. "I mean, not that I was worried." Placing the glass back down, I lean back and fold my arms to hear for a response. I'd be much better off without him here.
Regardless, this dude looked like he just came through a tornado and back. ”I’m glad I’ve been honored with presence, at least,” I observe to Hope, eyeing him up and down. Clearly, whoever was in charge of getting him ready had failed. I was already sitting there for a good five minutes waiting for the guy to appear. I’m currently sipping on a strawberry mimosa, because I am just like a strawberry! I have the red hair for it at least, so I qualify. ”Care to explain being late, mister?” Raising the glass and taking the sip, he could’ve used all the time in the world. I couldn’t care less, but the thought of so many siblings is interesting. The other day, some kid was waiting outside with a tennis racket to get signed. An item from my past, having a name from the past. What even was the twist for the Games? Nothing has been said yet, which is like, stupid. How should we call this a quell if there’s not a twist yet?
Boring. But anyway, this guy should be the focus. It’s hard to want to, though. He looks like he’d be better off taking the extra hour in bed. "I mean, not that I was worried." Placing the glass back down, I lean back and fold my arms to hear for a response. I'd be much better off without him here.
