shot me down { opal + elya }

After doing away with the apple she had not expected it to return to her as fast as it did, in fact, she had not expected to see the overly red thing ever again. Much to her disgust the apple was accompanied, along with it came the one-eyed tribute from district two, the sister of that other tribute from those other games. The girl seemed as impressive as her brother had been, there was much left to be desired about her, however. But Opal did not mind her behaviour as much as she once had. She was, in fact, slightly amused by the way in which Elya Johnwayne seemed to be unfazed by the victor, not even for a second hesitating as she grabbed a chair, before settling herself down right in front of Opal's filed of view. The apple found its way back into her hands, and she raised an eyebrow, her dark eyes surveying the girl before her.

Elya was quick to speak, her greeting left as foul a taste in Opal's mouth as the apple. "Was it those same unflattering comments that got you that?" She snorted, the query followed with a lazy wave of hand, directed at Elya's eyepatch. Opal was unimpressed by this girls wit, and casual prodding of sensitive areas. But at the same time she could somewhat understand the entire 'missing body parts' thing, and she had been dying to make some stupid comment since she had first seen the girl. Now was as good a time as any.

Opal managed to find some small amount of comical relief in Elya's casual nicknaming of her son as 'spud'. She was almost upset at the fact that she hadn't thought of it, it made sense. "Ky is fine." She replied, looking down at the apple in her hands. "And what of you, Elya? Ready to die, just like your brother?" The faintest of smiles flickered onto her face as she glanced upwards.

Elya was quick to respond, hitting her remark about the eye with a retort of her own. Opal shrugged at the comment, glancing down at her missing leg. In the past few years Capitolites had come up to her and tried to force her into getting it fixed, they'd hand her pieces of paper with detailed addresses, she'd rudely tell them to fuck off. She didn't mind it as once as she had, Potato had been able to accept that part of her after only the shortest amount of time, and with that she'd come to accept it as well. Besides, most of the Capitolites seemed to think the scarring at the top would push away potential love interests. As they liked to put it: "Darling, you're too young to die alone, get that disgusting thing fixed." Anything to keep people away from her; the leg would stay.

She'd expected the prodding into Elya's past to leave a little bit more to play with, but instead she was somewhat surprised by the response she received. It lacked heat and fire, most people got riled up about dead siblings, and old scars, but Elya was calm. It was a refreshing image. The career girl had a point. thought, Argonite had died in a somewhat humiliating manner, and even if she didn't take that into account, Emerald had died rather embarrassingly as well. At least Argo had made it somewhat into the games, granted being killed by your own ally wasn't all that great, but Emerald? She'd made it nowhere. For the weakest career in that household Opal had sure pulled out better then the ones that had spent their days training in that centre. "Touché." She said, somewhat reluctant to admit it. She leaned closer, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Elya Johnwayne was interesting. She liked interesting things.

This was the first games in three years that she'd made an effort to show her face. Looking at Elya she found herself pleased that she'd decided upon these ones. She had yet to decide if her own tributes were actually worth anything. After prodding Peri they still hadn't really figured out their names. Or, maybe they had, she'd probably already forgotten. They didn't leave the desired impression.

And then Elya was leaning forwards, the slyest of smirks creeping onto her face. A smirk to match Elya's own was offered by Opal, and she leaned forwards as well, their faces creeping ever closer together. "Wound you?" She queried. "My, my, if I had intended to do that, it'd be easier to take a blade," she raised a finger, and moved it so that it was hovering just under Elya's one and only eye, "and cut you." As she spoke she drew her finger down with feathery grace, until it touched the corner of Elya's lip.