dressed up for death {elise/olete}

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Cait
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if looks could kill

dressed up for death {elise/olete} Jun 1, 2023 8:39:08 GMT -5

Post by Cait on Jun 1, 2023 8:39:08 GMT -5

olete bene

The game plan was to pretend like there was a game plan. And as with any half-formed plan, success tended to start at the beginning. You have to learn how to crawl before you can walk, or run, or fight.

You need to learn to blend in before you can stand apart from everyone else.

The camouflage station is, unsurprisingly, the least populated in the Training Centre. I guess it makes sense that a bunch of kids would go straight for the big, sharp, pointy weapons, despite the fact more than half of them have never held anything more dangerous than a butter knife in their hands before. that’s fine by me. Let the inexperienced ones kill themselves before–

No, don’t think about it.

Breathe, my hands grip the edge of the table, fingertips gently nudging an open tube of paint. I force my eyes open, taking in the murky depths of a particularly swampy shade of ocrhe. This distraction, coupled with the growing sounds of humming, of all things, brings me back to reality. My nausea subsides a little.

I turn to my left to watch the oblivious girl painting her face in the mirror – delicate finger strokes brushing across her cheek, a light crimson hue blossoming under her touch. Her skin is a canvas, but she’s far from an artist; her tapestry is barely marred.

Seems like that defeats the purpose of camouflage, but fuck, what do I know?

She scrutinises her appearance for far longer than anyone back home would have the audacity to, all the while unaware of my watchful gaze. This pruning goes on for seconds, turned to minutes, the humming cutting through the usual silence that follows me like a shadow.

Until I can’t take it anymore: I bite.

“Gotta look good for the cameras I guess, right? Though I’ll admit, I wouldn’t have expected that type of vanity from an Eleven.”

ONYX

Last Edit: Jun 1, 2023 8:40:42 GMT -5 by Cait

i always used to be into writing sort of modern abstract
lyricism stuff (that were like) slight vague indications of a feeling.

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dressed up for death {elise/olete} Jun 2, 2023 9:33:27 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jun 2, 2023 9:33:27 GMT -5

{ e l i s e k r a n e }

Blending in seems a popular strategy for most tributes but for Elise, disappearing into the landscape is not an option. It is all a show after all, a piece of entertainment and now that her name has been called, she has been drawn as a character for whatever story is about to come. Almost never has a side character made it to the end of the story and while the careers have their advantages, the results speak for themselves.

So far, Elise has ignored any of the combat stations and has followed Harbinger’s advice on not ignoring the survival stations. Building a fire and identifying flora that will replenish an empty gut versus destroying it are at least some of the vital skills that she has taken from home. It has been useful to show off her knowledge, impressions from the trainers have been quite surprising. She is not ready yet to disappoint the buff, muscular looking trainers at the blades table or melee training mat.

Then there is the camouflage table, a literal mine field of delight for Elise. There are so many different tools for her to explore but does she really want to paint herself into the arena? Or should she just stand out from it, become the mirror opposite?

There has not been a single hint on what the arena will be decorated as, there are speculations and whispers, but she has been assured that she will only know until the moment she arrives there. Many of the paints and powders are like the concoctions she used back home to paint herself as that girl all the others demanded her to be. There is a mirror on the table and she gets to work, mixing together colours and ignoring the trainer that keeps telling her you are using too much of that!

It is different to the modest look the stylists have been presenting her as. Maybe a little too much for being in this sweaty training center and it is confirmed to be by the observant tribute that is sharing the table with her. ”That is exactly what I am trying to do.” Elise says, carrying on with blending a pink hued powder into her cheeks. ”They have cameras on us right now, they don’t care about what we looked like in Eleven,” She stops and looks up and down at the other tribute, it is one of the girls from Nine. ”and Nine. They care about what we look and do now. I can help you do the same, if you would like?”

Rave.