orange you glad to see me | laila/geo

Laila Sycamore

All aboard the cruise ship!

Those liars.

She already had paradise and now she was here on some wannabe vacation turned rotten. Cruise ship more like bruise ship; she had already scraped her knee once in this damn training center, and she didn’t quite enjoy the flashbacks. People died in front of her. She had to smell Claire’s burning flesh and watch Eye’s blood spatter the grass and wonder how Colgate had killed Willis after they separated on such sour terms. Everything was dandy now, but it cost a lot of pain and suffering to reach that point.

Now she was back, and for what? Sport?

She grumbled and stalked the food table, picking at sweets until her stomach felt like a balloon. There were all sorts of ridiculous selections; pastas, prime rib, and straight up raw vegetables. There was a basket of tomatoes not five feet from her. Wait, aren’t tomatoes a fruit? That was probably something Lilith had told her years ago.

Across from her, she could see fellow tributes taking their pick at whatever delicacies were available. There was a boy whose name she didn’t know or care about, and next to him was –

Ah yes, Hannah O’Leary.

Her eyes darted back and forth between the tomatoes and Hannah’s pretty face. What a shame it would be if someone ruined it with tomato juice.
Overestimating her aim, she hurled one of the ripe red fruits at her head, but narrowly missed and struck the boy instead.

”Oops.”

So much for revenge on the O’Learys.