This is Your Blind Spot. [PG-13] (Tori, Marisa)

Callidos Mason
eighteen . single . district 1

speech: #E05260 // normal: #99333D // thoughts: #CC6670

Callidos felt the weight of his bed shift that meant that the person next to him was getting up. He ignored the movement and instead tried continue his dream. It was about the Hunger Games. Callidos had been chosen as a tribute. He was trying to focus his attention on where he had just been in the arena. There was no way he was going to lose. The moment he had been chosen, he had started planning his victory for the games.

He eventually gave up and shook himself awake. As he sat up in bed, he looked around his room. It looked like Jerica had hadn't even bothered to put any clothes on before she left as her shirt and other items were still lying where they had thrown them. The blond stretched and threw the covers off his naked body and pushed himself air. Underwear. Callidos looked over towards the television where he threw them last night, but they weren't there. He ended up just putting on a new pair.

There was a small mirror in the second drawer, he pulled it out and tried to see any new damage in it. He hissed when he saw the new markings on his back. I always end up regretting it whenever I agree to play her stupid game. Jerica apparently had left yet because she walked in a moment later, shutting the door behind her, and said good morning.

Callidos put the mirror away and turned to her. "You seriously need to cut your nails. Do you see this?" He turned around and pointed at the marks on his back. "Seriously, like what the fuck?" He shook his head at her as he headed her way gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Morning to you too." Maybe having a beautiful girl in your bedroom was something that didn't happen to most guys. But Callidos was used to it, and he was over it. She tolerated him and he did the same for her. Callidos turned and fell onto his back on the bed so that he was staring at the ceiiling.

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Callidos Mason
eighteen . single . district 1

speech: #CC6670 // normal: #99333D // thoughts: #E87D7D

There was nothing particularly special about his ceiling. It was just a ceiling. There was wood paneling on it. It was supposed to be decorative, but Callidos just thought it looked dumb. He had always wanted to paint over it, but he'd never actually gone out and bought the paint. And he didn't want to take the time to paint it either. Jerica was suddenly straddling him, still wearing only underwear. He never knew where to look when she did this, so he settled on staring at her hands as they traced his stomach. At least he didn't have to move much to watch them.

Her soft fingers were chilled and he wondered how she wasn't cold. He glanced down, realising he was only wearing underwear too. Oh. Maybe that's why her fingers were cold. She called him a grouch and laid down on top of him. The rest of her was cold as well. Callidos could feel every inch of her pressed against him. What a fucking tease. He contemplated throwing her off but it seemed like too much work, especially since she was whispering in his ear now.

Her voice was seductive, but sounded like it had another meaning. When her nails dug into his right shoulder, it was easy to figure out what it was. Callidos hissed and glared up at Jerica. She shrugged and hurried off of him. Bitch. She hurried to where her clothes were thrown around his room. Callidos pushed himself off the bed deciding it was probably time to wake up anyways. He headed over to his dresser and pulled open one of the drawers. “Do we have plans for today? Are we training?” He chose not to answer her and instead pulled some off-white knee-length shorts.

She kept talking. “Or would you rather stay in bed all day, staring at the ceiling, sulking over the fact that you had great sex last night and you’re life sucks?” Callidos pushed the drawer closed and then turned to face her. "Are you this chatty with the rest of your men or just me?" He walked straight passed her to his closet and pulled out the white tank top he could find. Grey. He threw it over his head and pulled it down. "Training sounds good. Here? Or do you want to go to the square?"

The blond reached into his sneakers lying on the closet floor and pulled out his socks. It didn't matter that he had worn them the day before. They didn't smell too bad. He pulled them on and then slid into his shoes, not bothering to tie then. Callidos leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He knew Jerica would have to go through her usual routine to pretty herself.

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Callidos Mason
eighteen . single . district 1

speech: #E05260 // normal: #99333D // thoughts: #CC6670

Callidos rolled his eyes as he watched Jerica wipe off her makeup with one of his tank tops. She was always doing things like that. She wanted to go to the square. And she wanted food. So fucking needy. As always. “I don’t understand why you can’t just eat whatever we have in the fridge.” She had always had something against eating food at his house. Or maybe it was just that she liked eating out and having someone else pay for it. I guess none of her other men bother doing it for her.

The blonde looked over and sighed as he realised that Jerica was still getting ready. She still didn’t even have a shirt on. Callidos pushed himself off the bed and walked out into the living room as he waited for Jerica to get dressed. His father was sitting on the couch. “You might want to tell that whore of yours to put on clothes whenever she leaves the room.“ He shrugged at his father and continued into the kitchen. Jerica was a spirit you couldn’t control.

The fridge was stocked. Callidos grabbed the container of orange juice and emptied it of it’s contents. He threw the container onto the counter, too lazy to walk over to the trash can. Let the maid get it. The fridge closed quietly. He made his way back to his room. Why bother making a meal when he could just order one when he brought Jerica. He entered to find Jerica still applying makeup, shirtless. Retaining his seat on the bed, he continued to wait.

It only took a few more minutes, but she got up and finally got dressed. She pulled a jacket out of his closet and threw it out. When she turned around and smiled, he greeted her with a slight glare. She rolled her eyes and left the room without bothering to wait for him. Callidos sighed dramatically and pushed himself off the bed. He grabbed his wallet from off his dresser and crammed it in his pocket.

Callidos locked the door behind him and exited his house, finding Jerica already beginning to walk towards the exit. Though he didn’t want to, he jogged over to where she was. He slammed his hands into his pockets as he walked beside her. “Lead the way. I just pay.” He motioned forward with his hands sarcastically. “Where to?” They left the victor’s village and headed into the square.

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