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sbeeg
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too good to be true | [Ike&Kass] Jun 6, 2019 18:58:40 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jun 6, 2019 18:58:40 GMT -5

"Now not all poisonous plants look scary, some are flowers you may already be familiar with-"

The young woman was quickly cut off by the tribute beside Kassandra.

"Killer flowers, that's not right!"

Kassandra couldn't quite place who was talking to. Was he talking to the instructor? To Kassandra? To himself? It was unclear. And this wasn't the first time he had spoken out in this lecture alone. The instructor hesitated, stuttering a quick "Yeah" before moving on.

Kass looked over to the boy. He was tall, fit, but his shirt had an eight embroidered onto the sleeve. She didn't know they built tributes like that in District Eight.

"Hey," she whispered to him, not exactly enthralled by the plant demonstration to begin with. Faux told her to find a bit of happiness each day, and today messing with this meathead would be her little joy. She such little "I can see your future through your palm. Do you want me to tell you what I see?"

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too good to be true | [Ike&Kass] Jun 7, 2019 2:01:44 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Jun 7, 2019 2:01:44 GMT -5

"Now not all poisonous plants look scary, some are flowers you may already be familiar with-"

He's not been paying attention to most of the trainer's words, but now he was.

"Killer flowers, that's not right!"

He would not die to flowers of all things. His boxer friends would make jokes about him for the rest of his memories. A laughing stock to all of them. Nope, he would not die to freaking flowers. The trainer mutters to him recognition and continues on to wherever she was going with it. The plants trainer seemed to continue to glare at him the longer he sat there. Silence in his ears before he looks to the girl next to him. The eleven shining like the tag on a piece of clothing in Eight. Eleven was all about food production if he could remember the school lessons he had.

Except, this girl didn't seem like them.

"Hey," Eyes glance to her as he hears the whisper to him. Ike almost points to himself before shrugging the idea off and giving a small smile to her. Mom would tell him to be kind because that's how she raised him. Days spent with a sewing needle and the friendly company of his mother helping to make a blanket for the newborn down the street. "I can see your future through your palm. Do you want me to tell you what I see?"

A moment is all it takes before he talks louder than he should.

"Really? Yeah, do it!" The future for Ike O'Nyle. Win the games? Survive? No, he would die, but better to hear it from someone as cool as the girl from Eleven! "What's my future hold for me?"

The palm rests out for her to read.

A future to be told.

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too good to be true | [Ike&Kass] Jun 7, 2019 19:57:15 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jun 7, 2019 19:57:15 GMT -5

Kassandra cringed as the boy's echoed around their little group. The trainer shot them a glance but didn't say anything. She smiled kindly, taking the boy's hand in her smaller ones. He was a lot taller than her, but there didn't seem to be anyone home. What good was a big frame if you had a squirrel piloting it?

She looked down into his palm looking at the lines crossing it like little pathways. On the streets back home she usually played up the life lines bisecting the palm. People were worried about dying young back home and if she could reassure them they would have a long life to look forward to they usually walked happy and she got a few coins. However, this reading wasn't for money it was purely for her own satisfaction.

Kassandra leaned in close, inspecting his hand carefully and running her finger down on the creases around his thumb.

"So this right here is your life line and it looks very long, signaling you will live until an old age," she spoke slowly as if to a child and tried to sound impressed. She raised an eyebrow at him like "oh look at you mr. victor boy." Her finger slid to the line in the middle of his palm. "This is your wisdom line, and it's very crease which signifies a great mind and abundant wisdom. This is your love line- you will have many great and passionate loves. Looking at all of them, why you are destined for something great- something earth changing. You will be as rich as the Capitol and more famous than any Victor."

Kassandra laid it on thick, her eyes wide with amazement as she read the future of a great man from this shitty kid's greasy palm.

"You will be adored."

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