The Owner of Beauty {Lance // Blitz // Cho & Ava}
Sept 4, 2018 0:21:35 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Sept 4, 2018 0:21:35 GMT -5
Ava Dalton
A demonic giggle erupts from across the massive garden constructed by the notorious victor trio, the unfortunate souls that were forced through individual nightmares just to be crafted as barmecide leaders by the Capitol in the aftermath - and leave behind nature’s beauty in their torture’s wake. Pain still maintains it’s hold upon the majority of this District struck by the Capitol’s generosity. Such as the loquacious chatter from sinister voices breaching from across the way, singing for my attention in reasons unbeknown. Cation doesn’t breach me as venture towards the gregarious idiots, each a fanatic in their crave to bully.
A girl, around my youth in years, is the epicenter of the commotion, surrounded by the flock of nobodies - though it doesn’t seem to be by her choice. “What’s going on here?” Rhetorically questions from my disapproving lips, as I jump from the ledge separating the luscious beauty to the concrete reality. The girl’s marked with beauty that should be constantly enveloped by the facade green behind. Pale skin separates her from the majority, the dark locks resembling her to the famous family of Miristioma - though it didn’t mean all pale skin, dark haired beauties belong to them. Or does it?
The rest vary in their ugly demeanors, dark, pale, and mixed alike in their differs - while all the same the few able to care for their appearance, muscles, and structor. “A party? Can I join?” Disgust joins them all to at the intrusion of my company, though none flinch to protest just yet.
