Making {Of} A Murderer {Cass//Blitz}

In all, complete honesty, she knew no one. Hell the name of her district partner had slipped her memory, instead the only names floating around in her head were the names of those she hated. Those names were essentially summed up by the simple title: District Eleven. Fuck them. It was irritating, but also somewhat refreshing to know that their reign would be coming to an end these games. If the Gamemakers didn't do it, she'd see to it herself. A few faces here and there she actually looked at, for example that guy from district Twelve looked like he was forty years old and she had to physically check to see if he wasn't in the wrong place. Seriously? Do they have so little food and nutrients that they wrinkle faster then a sponge in the sun.

And to make matters worse she had actually found out who he was she had spat out her drink, spilling the liquid over the trainer she had approached. "Lemon fucking Cake." She'd spat, an unmeasurable amount of fanatic amusement clinging to her words. "You have to be fucking shitting me? His parents may as well have named him 'eat me' and left him on the streets." The world would have been better for it. She despised half the rocks that came from her district, but at least that weren't fucking cakes. That was perhaps one of the only names she'd care to remember, simply so she could end it.

Scout was lounging in the dining hall, legs spread over a table, arms hanging loosely behind her back. She felt no need, whatsoever to partake in this exhibit of pretending you were something you weren't. None of these foolish little children knew how to kill, none of them thrived and craved it like she did. She didn't need to make a name for herself, everyone would do that for her, after all she was Scout Fray. And she was better then you.

To her utter surprise a voice appeared by her side, she drew her gaze lazily over to the girl, a face she hadn't cared to remember. However, this girl was brave, her words slipping forwards from a barbed tongue. Scout raised a delicate eyebrow in response, wondering if perhaps the comment wasn't as foolish as it was brave, but she dismissed such an idea, knowing that to be foolish, let alone brave would mean that she'd have to take note. She'd have to remember the girls face, her name, make her into a target. She couldn't be fucked. "Tough talk for some scrawny district peasant. You might want to stop before you piss yourself." She drawled, before taking the effort to raise a hand, flicking her wrist once, a dismissive gesture.