flowers {marr}

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"Sticks and stones." Prismarine had been standing in line for what seemed like ages before she got to the defensive station where she learned how to duck and shield herself from attacks. Duck and rolling out of the way was her forte, but with the amount of tributes that were in the games, they were far more advanced and more willing to attack her on the first glance.

Bruises had formed on the inside from the trainers attempts to capture her. Dots of fingerprints decorated her legs and on her shoulders. "I ache." She grumbled and with a fleeting glance, she pushed away from the station. With a scowl she rubbed her arms and her shoulder to get rid of the fire from the extended use of her muscles.

That's when she saw the girl over at the plants station. She was quiet. Prismarine had never heard her talk. Never paid any attention to the girl until now. Interest was taken in the artwork she was doing but her inquisitive nature drew her over.

Arms flew higher by her sides until she reached the girl and quickly squatted in front of her. Her eyes studying her face and then they moved to the flower ensemble she was creating. "Flower don't kill. Why are you not training or fighting or learning how to garrote someone?"

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Prismarine fancied the way this girl's face was proportionate. She was in awe of it waiting for an answer and the girl seemed to be so much at peace that confusion contorted her face. "All everyone cares about it is training."

Upsetting the girl wasn't something she actually intended to do. Basic knowledge of the games was hard to surrender from all the ones she's tried to interact with. Why would this one be any different.

"I just want to do something mindless and relax my mind before having to go on a killing spree."

The youngest tribute nodded to her. The best advice had always been from those older than she was. Already, she thought this girl would be first to go if she wasn't herself. The games, despite popular belief was all about killing and those that took no heed to the trainers advice usually suffered.

"Isn't that why we were reaped and forced to participate unless we want our tongues cut out like my avox girl friend? Personally, I'd rather live in the capitol without a tongue, then to die and go back to my district. At least, if I went back, I wouldn't have to fight or find food just to survive. My brother would have one less mouth to feed." She cocked her head. "Well you are already doing something mindless and relaxing, so why not do something else. Train with me or lets go do something else?"

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Watching this tribute breath heavily in front of her made her aware of her actions and words. The girl was already getting agitated with her. She had crossed a nerve without realizing it, yet it was never in her best interest to run away just when it got bothersome to someone else. Pris backed up away from the girl in order to place her hands in her bent knees.

"I wouldn't want to live here as a servant. I'd rather die than live in this place." A gracious grin pulled her face to crack, bringing her to shake her head at this girls fantasy. She pointed a finger at Asari in an accusatory state.

"You wouldn't want endless amounts of food and a place to stay where its warm? You are definitely living a better life then I ever did. This would be heaven for me. Clothes that look awesome. The parties you'd get to attend, sure you wouldn't actually get to enjoy them, but I personally wouldn't want to have to mingle with so many people older than me and follow proper 'how do you dos' to people." She reached for the flower thing that Asari had in her hand and inspected it.

"What's the point of training? Careers train their entire life and don't have the best track record. But what do you have in mind."

Prismarine's eyes lit up. "Girl, let me tell you something. From what I learned, if you do something every day for the rest of your life, how do you learn it? If you come here and train, then who really gets stronger? I personally think, that without the training of the ones that don't have their training, those other careers would be better."

Cheeks puffed up in a hoity grin. "Teach me to make your flower things and I will let you be my friend until we die. You'd be my first. Then I say we go sneak up on the careers. I've done it already. The district four boy keeps a journal." A giggle is stifled as she extends a hand. "We good?"