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calla
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just a litle creacher

bullseye, baby! / nowles & lottie Feb 17, 2022 0:57:12 GMT -5

Post by calla on Feb 17, 2022 0:57:12 GMT -5

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I nabbed a straw from the kitchen this morning. Shoved a handful of napkins down my shirt and then sauntered back to the training centre with everyone else. God, this place was cool in the beginning, I'll admit that, but it's totally lost the novelty.

It's only been like, a day and a half, but I'm already bored out of my freakin' mind.

I need some fun!

So I rip up the napkin into a bunch of little pieces and hunker down behind one of the weight racks while everyone else disperses and gets ready to beat the shit out of each other. The back of the strength trainer's head makes a great target and I end up shooting spitballs at him for about fifteen minutes uninterrupted. I get three to stick to his stupid bald head and he doesn't even notice.

I wonder if I can get them to line up like a smiley face. This guy could use with a little more cheer.

I'm loading up again when someone rounds the corner of where I'm hiding. I freeze, thinking it's gonna be another trainer, but it's just the stuck up career girl from Two. Another tribute relative apparently. She looks at me and I look at her and I wonder if I can get another hit in before she tattles. I've got the straw halfway to my mouth, ready to shoot again, and I very slowly bring a finger up to my lips.

Shhh.

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bullseye, baby! / nowles & lottie Feb 19, 2022 11:14:07 GMT -5

Post by d1b. xylia fray ♕ kaяi on Feb 19, 2022 11:14:07 GMT -5

Do this.

Do that.

Show them how great you are.

She was tired of the constant expectations, the constant bossing around. Why was it not good enough to simply be Charlotte Bellisario? Deep down she knew why, but she always chose to ignore it.

Subpar to the rest of her family, but somehow still the one chosen. And now she had no choice but to be great. There was no falling short here, else she'd end up like Love.

Dead.

Lottie was aware of the constant eyes on her. Even the littlest of movement and the trainers, the tributes, their eyes seemed to follow. Some hoping to watch her succeed, and she was sure some were hoping to see her crash and burn. She had just finished hitting every target at the throwing knife section, all the trainers' eyes locked on her back when she began to feel like she couldn't breathe.

Too much staring. Too much pressure.

She had to get away.

She made her way through the training center, looking for the most secluded part. There appeared to be no one around, but as she rounded a corner she locked eyes with a little girl.

Nowles Adroxis.

She was pretty sure at least. Charlotte had always been taught not to forget the names of your enemies, even the ones that seem the most harmless. The part of her that's been trained for years wants to rat her out, but the other part doesn't really care. She takes a moment to squat beside the girl and look her in the eyes.

"I don't think this was one of the training station options."

Maybe it was time to do something for herself.

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bullseye, baby! / nowles & lottie Feb 22, 2022 15:13:07 GMT -5

Post by calla on Feb 22, 2022 15:13:07 GMT -5

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"Don't be boring." I whisper to her.

That's the worst crime.

Two seems like the kind of girl that always reminds the teacher that they didn't collect homework. Or one of the ones that goes snooping under the bleachers just to find someone to rat out. Teacher's pet type beat. But I think this is the one whose brother died in the Games - you'd think that would loosen someone up.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye and blow through the straw anyways, so what if she tries to get me in trouble, it's not like they can kill me yet. The spitball lands right on the back of the trainer's neck and he swats at it like he's batting away a fly. He turns around real quick, eyes already blazing, and I yank Two down to the ground with me.

I could've blamed the whole thing on her, yeah, but where's the fun in that? They'd probably give her a medal or something, compliment her aim while they patted her head and sent her on her way.

Hypocrites!

I peek back over the weight rack to see the trainer's turned around again, gone back to helping another one of the careers.

"Here." I load up the straw and pass it to Two, "Unless you're too good for that."