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straight to the point | Lorenzo/Ronnie/Eva | Blitz Jan 31, 2017 7:51:11 GMT -5

Post by d7m fraser birk ♚ frankel on Jan 31, 2017 7:51:11 GMT -5

Bored. If only the Capitol hadn’t based their training centre on the one in four (or would it be the other way around?), he would at least be slightly entertained by it all. Although watching the other tributes from the lower Districts is a show in its self. Ronnie would observe them all day, if it wasn’t for the drug that is currently plaguing his system. Go,go,go.

The secretly sourced Capitol concoction really does not want to allow him to have a break.

Improvised weapons that will make his brain shut up. Oh but that is all the way at the other side of the room.

Murmurs rattle in the crowd of tributes and trainers as he begins his journey to the station, they are all whispering about you Ronnie, if only the voice in his head would tell him exactly why.

Trousers Ronnie, you have forgotten them again.

He looks to his lower self, only the thin grey cloth of his underwear is protecting a ghastly (in his opinion beautiful) sight for all those in the room to see. Oh well. Ronnie turns to any of those watching, firing a smirk into their direction.

He cracks his fingers, continuing his short journey to the station…Oh what a pretty face. Such a blessing it has been, admiring all the eye candy that has followed him to the slaughterhouse, such wastes. The one in his vision now, a male, from District…nine?six? five!

Surely he can take a short detour on his journey. ”Hello, L-Lazarus Ruined? Paint me a picture of your face and let me sit on it.” There really is no time for flirting in the short moments they have left, he might as well get straight to the point.

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straight to the point | Lorenzo/Ronnie/Eva | Blitz Feb 4, 2017 13:03:57 GMT -5

Post by admin kay on Feb 4, 2017 13:03:57 GMT -5

l o r e n z o r u i n e d

They’re required to be in the Training Center, and rather than force his new ‘pals’ to wrangle him into submission, Lorenzo showed up on time. The stylists from Five had finally forced him into the shower and he looked dangerously close to presentable. Of course, after taking one look around the Training Center, he parked his scrubbed ass near the camouflage station and lit a cigarette.

He pulled hard on the first drag, the end burning orange. He wasn’t the only one watching and waiting. He didn’t quite know what he was waiting for, until one of the other tributes strolled right up to him and asked to sit on his face.

At least, that’s what it sounded like to him. “Fuck off,” he said between puffs, but it was clear the other boy had no intention of following directions. Lorenzo stood, his pressed cargo pants covered in bark, and threw the cigarette into the painted forest. If it caught, so much the better. “You aren’t quite all there, are ya?” He tapped his temple and shook his head. The volunteering mandate had brought out the stupid in Panem. “Let’s find your mentor. HEY! Who let this psycho off his leash?”

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straight to the point | Lorenzo/Ronnie/Eva | Blitz Feb 4, 2017 15:05:35 GMT -5

Post by d7m fraser birk ♚ frankel on Feb 4, 2017 15:05:35 GMT -5

He hadn’t had the best of starts, in regards to interactions with the other tributes, they all seemed very different to those he acquainted himself with back home. They are too normal for you Ronnie, it doesn’t matter anyway, you have a job to do. But it was oh so dull for him, training without conversing or teasing another, it is never the way he has done it in the past. Everyone seems so determined to survive, or brush up on their skills, they seriously need to learn from him and loosen up a little.

Most of the words spoken by the other male are murmurs to him as his focus turns to the cigarette that is tossed away. Where did he get those? So far he has only been able to get his hands on the hard medicine but a few candies as a treat are nice sometimes.

Something about not being quite there, he is probably referring to the lack of trousers that Ronnie is not wearing; well that is what he presumes anyway. A sigh roles from between his lips, obviously this one is going to be hard to tame but there is no point backing out now. ”Oh so you want Leon involved too, I won’t decline a three some.” His eyes prance back to where the cigarette was tossed, the withdrawal of tobacco slowly creeping up the back of his neck. ”Where did you get them smokes?” He is certain those on the fourth floor are hiding all the golden delights from him, he wonders why.

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straight to the point | Lorenzo/Ronnie/Eva | Blitz Feb 4, 2017 17:17:15 GMT -5

Post by pup on Feb 4, 2017 17:17:15 GMT -5

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I sigh as I move away from the fire making station. Useless information. Preston had taught heme more in the short time he had been home from the detention center after he had set a house on fire.

I wish he was here with me, holding my hand and guiding it towards the matches.

If he had volunteered and stayed with me like a family should, if he had even said goodbye to me in the justice building, he would have taught me how to set my own fires and the training center would be ablaze. I would step out of it alive, however, leaving Cricket and Hera's charred corpses in my wake.

Now is not the time for anger, though. Now is the time to 'make friends' so that in the arena they don't want to kill me. I'm not sure if I even care anymore, but as I hear a new conversation struck up between the Cheyne and the boy from five, I couldn't resist the childish instinct inside of me wanting to cut in.

"A threesome? Sounds like fun." I cut into the conversation, a grin plastered on my face below a set of glittering green eyes. "Can I join and make it a foursome? I wouldn't want to miss a chance to have some fun with Leon Krigel." Then I turn to the boy from five and ask in a conspiratorial tone, pretending as though the Cheyne wasn't right next to me, "Why are the guys from four so hot? I don't even understand it." I shake my head in mock disbelief at the boy from five, just barely withholding my laughter.