blasphemy | tom | blitz

The Training Center was the center of a storm; edges bristled with a certain quietness that burns in her veins.

Jacynth Voclain wasn't a fan of training. Hell, she's ditched more sessions than most to hook up with a boy or a girl somewhere far away from her family. The chill that builds in her stomach at being in the one place that he father had always wanted her to be. Careers made families stronger; built foundations of steel and concrete for years to come. Jacynth never understood the adamant nature of her father's belief towards training, but she knew he didn't think it was more important than her hands creating poisons in District Four. Poisons that had been sold to the rich; bled their pockets green with a cash to train for the thing that Alex was forced to do.

Alex wasn't here though.

Jacynth was the only one who stood in front of some illustrations of past mutts, daring herself to memorize pieces of them.

Jacynth knew there were eyes on her. Eleven's been staring for a bit too long. A volunteer with a name she's sworn she has heard before, but didn't care enough to remember. Eleven was disgusting in a way; people who looked at family with importance that she'll never understand. The only person she cared even the slightest about was Alex. Years spent telling dreams and relinquishing the power their father held over them, in order to survive. A bond of annoyance, but understanding towards one another. Eleven was the district of family and unity, but she's never had that. Always hovering above uneven ground, prepared to fall down over and over again.

"So, you're a career, huh. Does that mean you're brainwashed brainwashed or just brainwashed brainwashed then?"

Cocky. It's the first word to pop into her head as she throws an amused glare towards Eleven. Careers were brainwashed in a way; built to hate the lower districts and pretend they aren't exactly human at times. There were different careers all over, but most were the assholes who had bigger egos than actual skills. Jacynth steps forward with arms crossed and the taste of bubblegum upon her lips as she speaks.

"Of course, the best kind of brainwashed too." Her eyes looking back over to the illustrations of mutts. Words with their different looks, Latch crabs with their deadly grip, and digimoles with their toe stealing capabilities staring back at her for a moment. Glare still present, but she didn't want to talk. Standing tall, looking back to Eleven with a glare, but a smile pulling slowly on her lips before she speaks once more.

"Better watch yourself Eleven," The words slip from her lips like a venom. "heard there's poison in the air here."