spa day | l+h+p+e

p a n d a    s c o p e .

I don't care what my mentors tell me, I'm not going to fuck around these stations. They can make me stand here all week, and I won't give in. The physical ones will make me sweat which ruins my entire damn seductive strategy. And, I already know how to tie all the important knots (if you know what I mean). And plants are dirty and camouflage is icky. I'm not going to do it. 

If these days of training are going to be at all bearable than I'm gonna need to find me some girly-pops. Someone that reminds me of Chelsea, but less bitchy and less infuriating. Okay actually, nothing like Chelsea. Love her, she's my best friend, but I can't fucking stand her. But man I'd die for that bitch. Well not die, but I'd get my hair wet to save her from drowning. But then I'd make her pay for my next hair appointment. 

I see a couple of girls approach each other and I hear the golden words: "...nails painted..." the rest of the sentence vanishes from my mind. I heard everything I need to. I rush over to the girlies like my life depends on it (my nails are going to be on TV, so it kind of does) and speak to the girl with the bag, "I'm in, bitch."

{    l e o n o r a    s p r i n g    }

It was exhausting, really.

Training, learning, observing, trying to discover who to trust. There were twenty-three others to sift through. Twenty-three others who were calling for her head, regardless if they wanted to be friends or not. So many goals, so little time. Death loomed at her doorstep.

And she was doing everything she could to keep Him out.

The first few days Leonora spent her time in the training center mostly silent. Watching her foes train, learning their weaknesses, and attempting to learn basic self-defense so she stood some type of a chance. It was a few days of watching the careers decapitate dummies when she finally realized she would be better off with someone than alone.

That’s if she could manage to kill them first.

Her eyes flashed around the room, searching for others who might deem a girl from Nine worthy. Most of the Careers have made themselves clear. Lines have already been drawn in the sand. It all seemed hopeless.

Until a ray of light bounced into her view.

Elise, the girl from Eleven, approached her with a rattling bag of nail polish and a whole speech. There were parts of her that reminded Leo of Amory, and she couldn’t help but smile.

”I actually love getting my nails painted. I suppose we should look good for the Capitolites. Maybe they would be more inclined to sponsor us,”

Just moments pass and the boy from Four and the girl from Seven were gathered around them too. Leonora blinked, speechless, at a loss for words. People didn’t approach her in Nine, too afraid of what her family might do if they did, and now in an instant she was surrounded by people she might be able to call her friends.

A cautious smile played on her lips.

Because she couldn’t help but remember they would all need to die if she wanted to live.

”Hmm, I feel like hot pink would look absolutely killer on you,” she shuffled through the bag Elise was holding and pulled out two more colors, a shade of periwinkle and a mint green and held them up to her face. ”What about me? What do we think?”

This was the beginning.

But she also knows the end is near.