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calla
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just a litle creacher

coal velvet / perry&will Jun 14, 2023 18:13:47 GMT -5

Post by calla on Jun 14, 2023 18:13:47 GMT -5

p e r r y !

" i am
i am
i am "

And so what if she's showing off?

That's the point of all this right? Attract the strongest fighters, butter them up, ship them out. Easy peasy.

Just a bonus - make all the little losers around them afraid.

The knives that Perry throws all land in the targets thunk thunk thunk. Not as precisely as she would've liked, but throwing weapons were never really her strong suit. Too impersonal! If you can't feel the heat radiating off your opponents body as you're trying to stab them in the jugular, then you're not doing it right.

Them's just the facts.

The trainer in charge of the station makes the tributes lined up wait until everyone's thrown before they can go retrieve the knives. Doesn't she know that moving targets would, like, prepare them even more?

Whatever, it's fine. Perry stands there smacking the gum she weaselled out of Ginger while the other few throwers wrap it up. She gets through three bright blue-raspberry bubbles before the trainer gives the okay to approach the targets.

Perry moves forward. So does the girl from Twelve.

Ew!

Perry scoots by and jostles her with a shoulder on purpose. If the poor thing had been carrying a lunch tray, it would've been dropped classic high school embarrassment style.

"Move it, shortie."

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alex 🐺
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a la folie

coal velvet / perry&will Jun 14, 2023 21:07:20 GMT -5

Post by alex 🐺 on Jun 14, 2023 21:07:20 GMT -5

Her hair keeps falling into her eyes and she really should have done something more with it than toss it in a high bun because stupid tendrils of it are falling all around her shoulders and neck, and with each throw of the knife, more and more of Will's bangs drop into her face.

After days of solo training sessions, Will's in line for knife skills training, her right arm already sore. How the fuck did the tribs from the upper districts do this all damn day and call it fun? Xaa's stupid words echo in her brain from their last strategy session - Get to know the others. Learn their weaknesses. Size them up.

Will didn’t have to say anything to any of the other tributes for them to know who she was, which was—fine, probably.

Being from District Twelve automatically made you lower than even the Avoxes. She was just part of the furniture for the tribs from One and Two. As it was, she was next in line, three knives in her hand, and had yet to utter a word to anyone all morning.

Or - she thought she was next in line, but a swift smack to her shoulder has Will stumbling.

"Move it, shortie."

The knives clang in a pile to the floor and the smell of saccharine candy fills Will's nose. Oh, fuck no. This bitch.

"What the hell did you just call me, princess?" Will growls, forgetting the knives and shoving her stupid fucking bangs back from her face as she steps toward Perry.

Yeah, she knew who she was. Xaa had drilled it into her head days ago. She was like Games royalty or something with an ego that was larger than the number of zeroes in her bank account. It didn't help things that she was smokin' hot, smelled like she was made of money, and treated everyone else like she walked on fucking water.

The worst combination in a girl, if you were into that sort of thing. Which Will totally was because she'd grown up dirt poor and had horrendous self-esteem, but at least she was self-aware enough to recognize it and desperately try to fight back. And Perry totally, definitely did not need to know that.