Hard Boiled Eggs // [Amy & Ale]

[attr="class","shadow"]Amelina Fournié

The morning started out no differently than any other morning the girl had experienced. Her green eyes had fluttered open, she rolled over to check the time on the clock before promptly rolling back over onto her arm, hair spread out over the bed, mumbling to herself that five minutes never hurt anybody's training much. She sighs as she relaxes again, promising herself that in five minutes she would get back up and be ready to decide who she wants to kill first.

An hour later, her eyes flutter open again as a yawn escapes her mouth. She rolls off her arm, the tingling sensation from blood loss already pricking each part. She sits up, licking her dry lips once, her hair falling into her face as she stretches her arms upwards.

Brushing her hair out of her face, her bleary eyes fall back onto the clock on the nightstand next to her. There were no set activities or deadlines, but it was already a while after she would normally be up, so she still sighs. Rolling off the side of the bed she pulls on her tribute uniform and walked over to the mirror to begin brushing her hair and apply the make up the capitol so generously provided from her request to an avox last night.

A little while later, she walks out of her room to the quiet district one floor. Opal, Justice, and Isaac have probably already left. No problem, she didn't really need them anyways. Isaac would be dead and she would take Opal's spot as a mentor soon enough.

The elevator quickly pulls her down to the dining hall, where a dance of smells enter her nose and she sighs. If only she hadn't promised her parents she would be coming back a victor, she may have taken a bite of the delectable sweets lining each side of the room. No matter, once she had her crown she will have more chances to come back and eat to her heart's content.

As she pulls a tray out to begin down the row of food, grabbing eggs, a banana and oatmeal and placing it on her plate, her green eyes fall on the boy behind her. Her opposite, from the last district.

Cuter than she had expected from the district known for coal miners.

"Hey, if I'm pretty and you're cute, we could be Pretty Cute these games."

She grins at him, giving him a wink as she pauses from pulling her tray down the row of food as he begins to talk.

"If one were interested in putting on some weight, would you recommend the eggs? Perhaps an extra ration of bacon?"

She clears her throat as she notices his complete ignorance of her comment. For a moment, she pauses, caught off guard. Maybe it was for the best, she hadn't come out with her best game.

"Well, bacon and eggs would be good for protein, but you want some carbs also if you want some weight." She says, a bit puzzled before another grin spreads over her face, "So how do you like your eggs? Boiled? Scrambled? Fertilized?"