forcing a smile || Ezero&Hettie || blitz [Kire]
Feb 6, 2016 12:15:00 GMT -5
Post by frankel on Feb 6, 2016 12:15:00 GMT -5
hettie.
Basso the escort’s lecturing is going to send me into a premature death; I have had thoughts of taking my own life while I listen to his rambles. The man knows absolutely nothing, he looks like a ponce and the words that come out of his mouth are as useless as bicycle peddles on a wheelchair. Really the man has to give up, before he finds a butter knife between his eyes. This morning’s lecture was on about, making friends with the other tributes. ”Most of the tributes are afraid of you, or see you as a nuisance, you need to make friends Henrietta!” Every time he calls me Henrietta, another day of his life is removed.
What is the man thinking? This isn’t a social party, it’s a death match! Making friends is for different occasions, he must think he is still in one of these Capitol fancy balls. However he does have a slight point…just a slight. I have been missing out on a lot of normal human interaction since landing in the Capitol.
Standing in the busy dining hall, with a tray full of an assortment of meat, I’d scan the tables for anyone worthy of accompanying. They’re a lot of decent looking fellows here although from what I’ve observed in the training centre…most have hollow minds. Identifying the District Eight boy, I’d head straight towards him. From what I’ve heard, he is quite clever and right now I need an intelligent conversation.
Placing my tray on his table, I’d sit directly in front of him, taking my cutlery with each hand. Conjuring together the most welcoming smile that I could possible place on my face, I’d greet him. ”So Ez..Ezra..Ezero is it? Having a fun time in the Capitol so far?” This is how you talk to people,right?