devils advocate { silva x izzy } d6 train

Okay, so that could have gone better.

The imbeciles in charge of the microphones and speakers better be praying for a gods damned miracle before I got my hands on them. How hard was it for them to make sure that the equipment was in good working order before the start of an event such as the fucking reaping? Their job wasn't exactly rocket since so they better have a damned good excuse for that excuse of a shit show that would no doubt have my sweet, precious mother fuming and cursing my name.

However I don't scowl as I saunter onto the train, my lips are pulled back in an almost mocking smirk as my hands rest lazily in my pockets. I had yet to officially meet the handsome mess that was known as Flynn Garner, but from what I saw on the stage today... I was keen to formerly introduce myself- and not just to him. The older victor beside him was also easy on the eyes, if you liked them rugged and brooding. Luckily, for me, that was perfect.

However, entering the trains main carriage, the victors are no where to be seen. But the cart wasn't empty, one of the tributes, I couldn't quite remember her name, something like Elodie (??) was lingering and I slouch into one of the chairs as I pull out a cigarette and light it with ease before offering one to the girl.

"look like you could use one"