doing who knows what //cato blitz
Jan 1, 2017 0:59:29 GMT -5
Post by pup on Jan 1, 2017 0:59:29 GMT -5
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[attr="class","template2-content"]She strolls into the victors village, shivering in the harsh winter air. Bundled within her jacket, the small girl takes meagsr steps towards the large house. She needed to find Navya, tell her how afraid she was. It was really the only way she could get everything she needed to say out of her mouth. She needed to tell her how scared she was, scared that this Quarter Quell she would be reaped and thrown into hell like Kirito had been 5 years prior.
This is where Neysa knew she could probably find Navya. Inside Harbinger Rhodes' large house in the victors village. She knew they had a close relationship , and so they were probably together doing who knows what. It loomed over her menacingly. The large house mimicked the sharp contrast betseem Harbinger's huge features and Neysa's small... everythinf.
Taking a deep breath, she began to walk up the large entrance way to the door. She felt like she needed to stand on her tippitoes to reach the doorbell despite being thirteen. Remembering Harbinger's huge frame makes her feel as though she was fice years old again, smaller than everyone.
Climbing the steps, she reached out one pale hand. A loud dingimg noise vibrated the air as the doorbell was pressed. "Um," she began to say in her voice, a mere whisper, hopelessly hoping that whoever was inside could hear her, "Is Navya in there with you?"
This is where Neysa knew she could probably find Navya. Inside Harbinger Rhodes' large house in the victors village. She knew they had a close relationship , and so they were probably together doing who knows what. It loomed over her menacingly. The large house mimicked the sharp contrast betseem Harbinger's huge features and Neysa's small... everythinf.
Taking a deep breath, she began to walk up the large entrance way to the door. She felt like she needed to stand on her tippitoes to reach the doorbell despite being thirteen. Remembering Harbinger's huge frame makes her feel as though she was fice years old again, smaller than everyone.
Climbing the steps, she reached out one pale hand. A loud dingimg noise vibrated the air as the doorbell was pressed. "Um," she began to say in her voice, a mere whisper, hopelessly hoping that whoever was inside could hear her, "Is Navya in there with you?"
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