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garnet beauford d8 [earthling]
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Not Like This // [Laide/Lux] Jun 30, 2017 13:07:16 GMT -5

Post by garnet beauford d8 [earthling] on Jun 30, 2017 13:07:16 GMT -5

For the first few days in the Training Center, Adelaide had tried to be conspicuous. She didn't muddy her training rotation, didn't stray too far from Ree and Atticus, except to see her best friend Dandelion. She showed up when she was asked and did what she told. But in the dining hall, sometimes her blue bug eyes wandered, and sometimes late at night, she thought about slipping out of the Three compartments and going to look for her.

She hadn't meant to become obsessed with Lux Pelotte but her visions had given her very little choice.

The morning of the fourth morning since leaving Three, Adelaide excused herself from training to use the ladies room. She knew full well who she would find there. The question was - would she be able to keep the pressing dreams to herself? Or would she vomit them all over the girl from Four?

In the end, as always, she really had no choice. Adelaide stepped to the sink beside Lux and felt all the oxygen leave the room in a whoosh. Their gazes met in the reflection. "Sorry. I know I've been staring at you. It's hard to hide behind these eyes, you know? I just feel like I should tell you something."

She pressed her chapped lips together and then shook her head. No. She had to be sure. She turned to face Lux head on, and opened both of her hands to the shorter girl. "May I?"

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Not Like This // [Laide/Lux] Jul 2, 2017 5:12:14 GMT -5

Post by d4 tati pelotte [azalea] on Jul 2, 2017 5:12:14 GMT -5

In the most biblical sense, I am beyond repentance.

It feels like everyone here knows that; Four breeds killers. They are born killers, they are raised killers and when they are old enough, killing is just what they do.

I don't want to fit the pattern, but my God, breaking free would be so much easier if there were not so many eyes watching my every move or ears listening to every word I whisper. Even the silent ones who stand at the side look like they have the means of maiming me, or worse.

I take a moment, the adrenaline becoming too much for me. It's all so deadly, I don't want to become it but it feels like I have no choice. Why don't the Capitol care?

The bathroom is painted is with white walls, stark and bare with not even a speck of dust. I lean against a sink, staring into the mirror wondering how this could ever have happened. Why did it have to be my name, why did no one else volunteer? My thoughts unravel quickly and I feel anger, yes, anger when I look at myself in mirror.

I don't think my friends back at home would recognise me.

A figure is reflected into the mirror, a girl, blonde hair, wide eyes. I look to her and she looks to me, a silent deed is done in the mirror, but it isn't long before silence becomes words.

"Sorry." She says, her voice flowing softly like a river that knows no boundaries. "I know I've been staring at you. It's hard to hide behind these eyes, you know?"

"I understand."

"I just feel like I should tell you something."

I tilt my head in confusion but when she faces me directly, opening her palms to me, I think I know where this is going. "May I?"

"Sure." I give half a smile. "But if they say I'm going to die the moment I step foot in the arena, I don't want to know."

My hands open. Calloused by hours of training, nails bitten and ripped; I don't think anyone would ever want to hold these hands.

Three stares longingly, and I just hope that she tells me something I don't know.

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