everyone wants to rule | [d1 train]
Aug 27, 2023 16:00:09 GMT -5
Post by dars on Aug 27, 2023 16:00:09 GMT -5
"Are either of 'em sick?"
She'd officially had it with the weak sauce. She wanted to root for the home team, and that was sort of difficult when the people who got reaped kept flitting about, calling themselves musicians, afraid to get their hands dirty. Yawn. She felt so unmarried to the life she once had these days that it was hard to believe she was the same person.
There was a time when Delia Blake had plans. Big plans. She was one of the smartest girls in her class and her grades reflected that, right up until the moment she got involved with Ramsey. Ugh, she thought, standing in the train's bathroom staring at her reflection. She pressed a hand to the space just below her bellybutton, to see if she was far enough along to be showing- she wasn't- and then she yanked her shirt back down Men. Good for nothing.
"Not that I saw or heard," Errol said from further inside, mid-shower. "Only one way for you to know, though!" When she looked over to stick her tongue out at him he was already returning the gesture.
"Whatever. Fine then. But either the train or-" she cleared her throat, "something's making me nauseous, so it'll have to be quick."
His eyes glanced down at her stomach for only a brief moment while he considered.
"Fair enough. You have the interview tomorrow anyway, you'll need your rest."
She closed the door behind her, freshened up in a hallway mirror, and then made her way all the way to the front, where the tributes had access.
"Sup?" she asked, begrudgingly reaching over a bottle of vodka to instead pour herself a cup of water. She kicked her boots off and then climbed onto a chair so that her feet were where her ass should've been, and she was seated at the top of the chair's back, where her shoulders should've been resting.
"Who is wearing all that cologne?" The scent of cologne gave her a headache to accompany the nausea. Not a bad smell at all, just overwhelming. Especially in the state she was already in. Her eyes settled on the boy. Definitely the source.
"You smell like... a unicorn named Chad. So that's what I'll call you!"
She took a sip of water and folded one leg over the other.
"Are ya good at anything murder-related, Chad?"
Not that it mattered. Even if he was the same way she used to be- even if he had plans, they never worked out.
