mines 1 : dynamic duo 0 { sick and belcher day 3 }

they call me a menace,
they say that i’m cursed.



felicity carrow,
district three.

I wonder if Lionel knows I heard him call me pretty. I know I heard him right, in spite of the way the dampness clinging to the walls down here loves to warp noise. There's something about it that makes my blood feel thick, an earnestness to the whisper that I don't want to linger on, and yet, and yet, and yet. It would seem I cannot help it. It would seem he does not want to allow me peace. Bet ya the tent tomorrow night... Tomorrow sounds a whole lot like a plan. My heartbeat picks up, a hummingbirds fluttering wings. "From the way most of 'em looked at you, I'm fairly certain you're a walking bad luck charm. Care to assuage those worries, or shall I sit and stew with them all night?" An eyebrow lifted, I look at him over my shoulder despite the tension gathering down my spine. I tip my head towards an alcove I recognize near the generator, spy some old cabinets with the contents spilling out. My smile feels tight, as if my freckles don't want to give anything away. "Mouse can only do so much in terms of convincing me you're a worthy ally, you know." Deny, deny, deny, push whatever that wobbly feeling is beneath my ribcage, flopping around like a dead fish in the pit of my stomach. I have to look away from him, can't stand the way he's looking at me, expecting things from me, like friendship and kindness and I hate how I'm expecting it from him, too. "C'mon, I wonder if there's any weird shit in here about what all those gems and stuff we saw earlier were. Or maybe there'll be an old employee file detailing in explicit form their misbehavior." I gesture towards the decrepit wooden desk in the center of the fenced off alcove. "I wouldn't put it past Ivan to put a big boobie blowies porno mag in that desk somewhere."

and if love is real, maybe i’m just too bad
to remember how good it feels.



felicity scavenges mines exit.

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