Dreamer and Kays Plot of DOOM! (OK not really)
Sept 5, 2012 21:00:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2012 21:00:22 GMT -5
Francesca had just walked out of the gym, felling exhausted after the training today. The trainer had really upped her training in preparation for the Games. The reaping was in less than a week so she had to be in her best shape. Lifting more weight than she ever had, running harder than she ever had, and working harder than ever before. Not only was she extremely ground from the workouts but from the enormous amount of stress as well. District one hasn't had a Victor since the 56th Games in Topaz. Now that she's getting married, the district was put even more pressures on the girls, expecting them to become future Topaz's, win and find someone to get married to. All the guys have to do is win. Which they haven't had the best luck in. The last male tribute from 1 died before the final eight. Anyways let's just say that the district was going through a dry spell and everyone desperately another win out of this year's tributes. Which caused training to be twice as hard, twice as excruciating, twice as painful fighting her lust for blood.
She can almost her the others heartbeats as they work their butts of. She can see veins popping off the men as they bench more than their body weight. Which only added to the thirst that was running turning Francesca's throat dry. The thirst that made her try harder to get some blood spilled in the gym. She wasn't sure how long she could fight it. She was trying to cut back on her own blood intake, her addiction was causing her to drink her own blood more often now. Causing her to black out and get transfusions due to low blood levels, something that isn't unheard of but not that common. Now that she had cut back on her blood Francesca started to go through withdrawal. Possibly the worst thing she went through. All of the migraines and the shaking was putting her through hell.
How did I even get addicted to it in the first place? I bet it was because it was tasted like cherry.She wondered to herself while walking down the street.
”Ha ha ha Yeah because all blood tastes like cherry. Only in your mind that is.”Ignatius said as we popped up next to Francesca. He was wearing a ratted t-shirt and worn jeans. Definitely not District 1 appropriate but he pulled it off. It was interesting to see him so off from the rest of his home so damaged and dirty. But there where was one question that has always bugged her. Where does he go when he's not here? District 10 most likely from the looks of it. She looked upon his distasteful drab outfit and shook her head. Her brother had the worst taste in clothes sometimes, but she still loved him. She was about to say something to Ignatius about his “wild adventures” when she knocked straight into someone. She couldn't believe that she was so careless that she ran into someone like that. ”Oh my I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention and.......” That's when she realized that she fell on top of the mysterious boy. He was actually kind of hot, with the dark hair and rugged features. Why couldn't I look better like you know after a shower and some lip gloss? ”Um well hi there”
She can almost her the others heartbeats as they work their butts of. She can see veins popping off the men as they bench more than their body weight. Which only added to the thirst that was running turning Francesca's throat dry. The thirst that made her try harder to get some blood spilled in the gym. She wasn't sure how long she could fight it. She was trying to cut back on her own blood intake, her addiction was causing her to drink her own blood more often now. Causing her to black out and get transfusions due to low blood levels, something that isn't unheard of but not that common. Now that she had cut back on her blood Francesca started to go through withdrawal. Possibly the worst thing she went through. All of the migraines and the shaking was putting her through hell.
How did I even get addicted to it in the first place? I bet it was because it was tasted like cherry.She wondered to herself while walking down the street.
”Ha ha ha Yeah because all blood tastes like cherry. Only in your mind that is.”Ignatius said as we popped up next to Francesca. He was wearing a ratted t-shirt and worn jeans. Definitely not District 1 appropriate but he pulled it off. It was interesting to see him so off from the rest of his home so damaged and dirty. But there where was one question that has always bugged her. Where does he go when he's not here? District 10 most likely from the looks of it. She looked upon his distasteful drab outfit and shook her head. Her brother had the worst taste in clothes sometimes, but she still loved him. She was about to say something to Ignatius about his “wild adventures” when she knocked straight into someone. She couldn't believe that she was so careless that she ran into someone like that. ”Oh my I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention and.......” That's when she realized that she fell on top of the mysterious boy. He was actually kind of hot, with the dark hair and rugged features. Why couldn't I look better like you know after a shower and some lip gloss? ”Um well hi there”
