ahoy, captain { percy&stevie blitz

stevie masinova ;

All in all, the capitol's not half bad I guess. 

Our only victor's an old cunt who's forgotten our language for liquor but fuck I'd be the same really. But I got a nice, warm wooden coffin waiting for me at home so I'm making up for a lifetime that I already kissed goodbye with red lipstick stains on the letter. See you tomorrow, Stevie, and I blush from Death's love letter - only if you promise. 

What the fuck is wrong with me. 

And I sit alone on the roof, the dining hall chatter coming through the open glass door - I don't like being alone, I'm a leo after all. But, I don't know, this shit's crazy. I should be living right? Fuck training and all I'll leave that to the district two male, I'm here for a good time, not a long time. Unless these suckers my fuckass isn't coming back, and I know this. It's what's keeping me sane honestly. This is my time to get juicy, to get thick and wing my eyeliner and put on my best lingerie. 

It's coming for me, and I'm coming for it back. 

I snatched the bottle from my mentor, he's from one of the older games. I'm talking like, the ninth, probably. Lucy and I took some bets on the train, I'm definitely saying it's on one hand but she swears there's gotta be wrinklier victors. After he fell asleep we threw marshmellows into his gapping mouth and I'm pretty sure it went straight to his throat because that shit was gone. 

Anyways, it's not a full bottle, fucker's at least half empty if not more before I even get the first swig - shit. If this is how I go maybe'll not be so bad, my left arm propped against the railing (we're stuck here.)

And I don't want to leave.