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Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]
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Learn Something New // [Izzy x Baby] Sept 29, 2024 21:49:49 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Sept 29, 2024 21:49:49 GMT -5

There is a girl who has commanded her attention since the first moment of orientation. Baby couldn't quite put it into words; there's simply a chemistry, a superiority that washes over her every time she's in Izzy's presence.

So at dinner several days into their interment at The Training Center, she finally grabs ahold of her backbone and walks over to Izzy's table. Her grey uniform shifts and sighs around her tiny form, doing her absolutely no favors. It's not her stylist's fault; there's been so little support for her or Kristof, she can't blame anyone but... well, people so high up she could never name.

Holding firm to her empty - and pristinely clean - tray, Baby clears her throat.

"All done?" She asks, raising an eyebrow. "Can I bus that for you?" She offers Izzy - and Izzy alone - while glancing at her plate before boldly meeting her gaze.

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Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg)
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Learn Something New // [Izzy x Baby] Sept 30, 2024 8:39:53 GMT -5

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Post by Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg) on Sept 30, 2024 8:39:53 GMT -5

It has been admittedly been a rough few days in the Training Center, adjusting to the new routine of training for my life. Having gone through the various training stations have been stupendous in the most macabre sense. Yet I’ve reminded myself that I need to keep the airs about me, show the others that just because I’m from Eight, that I’m not anemic and ineffectual. Theo’s presence has been helpful, yet sparring has proven staggering.

I found myself sitting at dinner eating with some of the other tributes who hold no personal value to me. They appear to have created an alliance for themselves and that is fine by me. I have to keep any emotional distance from the others. The truth that all but one of us are on borrowed time hangs in the air like a cloud that refuses to break.

“All done?” A young feminine voice asks. I look up to see a younger girl, who couldn’t be older than 15 at best in front of me.

“Can I bus that for you?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

“No thank you,” I reply kindly. “I’m more than capable of cleaning up after myself. Would you care to join me though?” Why I offered to walk with her, I don’t know. I know I’m going against my own ethos at the moment, but something caught me off guard about her. I intend to find out why that is.