Dine and Dash and Dizzy

Penny Cromwell
Hunter

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Dine and Dash and Dizzy Nov 21, 2010 4:17:05 GMT -5

Post by Penny Cromwell on Nov 21, 2010 4:17:05 GMT -5

With folded hands the hooded girl sat quietly relaxing into the blood-red leather of the booth. Coldness crept up her fingertips from the surface of the smoothed out wooden table that held a small glass of lime flavored mineral water. The body of the straw was buried beneath the bubbles surrounded by walls of frozen blocks of ice it's bent opening leaning just over the rim of the clear glass. Penny's eyes weren't focused on her drink though, no nothing so beautiful as that, they were focused on the large screens that littered the make-shift dinner. This was after all just a small extension of the Games Square and yet she could only bring herself this far in, to the outer edge closest to the water. Even now she wished for her food so that she could rise to her feet and leave. She wasn't thinking when she came in here, how stupid could she be - of course they would be airing the games.

The months leading up to the games she had eaten here every Friday like clockwork but now that the games had begun this had been her first time back... in... She looked around and thought for a moment trying to remember. A daze drifted over her as if forgetting was better than remembering but the number couldn't stay hidden. It had only been three Fridays ago. Why did it feel so long? Her chest started to heave out and back in as her breathing sped up and her folded hands clenched together as if trying to relax her from what she was seeing on the television sets. That is why it had felt so long. She is why. 'Krista.' Closing her eyes she fought back tears as her best friends memory drifted across her eyelids only causing her more pain. A girl on the screen no older than 14 had just been pronounced dead... to cheers... cheers...

Penny turned her head toward the wall rubbed her darkening face against her sleeve just in time to prepare herself for the old waitress's patriotic smile. "Some Games isn't it." She said a little too cheerfully. Penny bit back the words she was really thinking. 'How would you know you are old enough to be too old to compete in the first Hunger Games.' She frowned not saying a word, her eyes drifting to the plate the woman held in her boney fingers. "Here's your meal." And with that the old hag set the plate on the table and walked back away to where they had several larger screens televising the events.

Her name was Georgina Herendaul daughter of supposedly the mayor of District Four. 'Some hundred years ago no doubt or something.' Penny thought coldly as she forked one of the french fries on her plate and drowned it in a cup of ketchup. Sighing at her inner outburst she lifted the golden salty morsel from its ketchup blood bath and pressed it to her lips savoring the taste. Somehow that caused a smile to come over her cracked pink lips as she blotted out the scenery around her and started to fork two and then three at a time. That was all she ordered - a plate of french fries, a cup of ketchup and a small glass of mineral water. She liked to treat herself to lunch at least a couple times a week so conserving what she bought when she did buy something went a long way. Plus, for some ungodly reason it came with a pickle on the side - a long green seedy pickle. Which... she dipped in ketchup as well and breathed out a delicious sound of something just hitting the spot.

She didn't even notice when they flashed a video of the last tribute getting killed, no, she would not watch that - at least not alone. She was alone here, sure there was a half dozen people seated sporadically around the place, another couple waitresses talking up a half dozen others who had gathered across the dinner in front of the larger screens, but no one here could she rely upon. Sipping up the remainders of her icy mineral water she looked around the room for a familiar face but none arrived all she could focus on was the group of loud men flirting with the waitress while enjoying... the show. She scowled and wondered why they weren't in one of the other places in the square surely the main complex offered a better viewing experience.

Baffled by their enjoyment she awkwardly leaned back into the leather cushion that held into the back of the wooden bench and lightly tapped her thumbs on her jean covered thighs waiting for the woman to come back over so that she could leave. But the women was preoccupied and as one minute turned into three Penny couldn't help but drift her eyes upward to the small television screen nearest to her. There were four men on the screen in a news room type setting debating the odds... the odds of who wouldn't survive the day.

The temptation was their, it was a sport to them, they were betting on human lives. Looking as they passed along the remaining Tributes scores, their injuries, what weapons and gear they have... Penny blinked and leaned forward as she started to pay attention. "What?" She whispered to herself. They were placing Takeba Suzumi as one of the top contenders. Now it started to make sense, why they were so obsessed over by the large screen, why maybe the other viewing areas could be full or at least crowded. She couldn't feel bad now only bad at how she was feeling toward everyone else earlier - crazy nutshell logic.

Placing her hand to her cheek she rested her elbow upon the table and started to listen for a little while, while waiting for the waitress to return to her table with a bill. Maybe District Four would finally have another winner.'Considered the least successful career District, ugh as if it can even be considered one, it was surprising that she was still alive. A good surprise.' Maybe she would have a reason to pay attention to the games this year.

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notes; Hug me!
outfit; outfit here.
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Hayley
District Mayor

[M:-3675]

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

Dine and Dash and Dizzy Nov 24, 2010 20:43:13 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Nov 24, 2010 20:43:13 GMT -5

~Datonec Jolleen

Why must she hate me so? All she does is fling money in my face and shoo me out of the house. My mother has been such a lunatic since after she died. All she ever did was sit in front of the television and watch the most random of shows. It sickened me. I had gotten over it, on the outside, at least a year ago. Janva never had anything to get over. She was too young to remember Pryter. Father just threw himself into his work. We all had our ways of grieving.

So, on this fine day after Mother had thrown a few dollars at me, I was kicked out of the house. There was no fishing work to be done today; it was a holiday. Hayley's father usually closed down business around this time. It was too cold for the fish to bite anyway.

I wrap my arms around myself. The midnight black jacket ruffles under my big hands. I decided to go with tattered jeans; I wasnt doing anything important. My feet moved swiftly over the pavement. I kept my head downto block out the wind, raising it only to greet a few people along the street.

After about ten minutes of walking I found myself in the square in front of the diner. It was the only place to get some decent food other than your own home. As I push the glass door open, I hear the metallic jingle of a bell above my head. It wasnt very musical, just to alert the people of my arrival. I take a seat near the back. There's a girl sitting in the booth in front of me, staring right at me. She doesnt seem to notice me. It's like she's staring pasy me. An aged waitress comes to me and takes my order.

A few minutes later a mug of straight black coffee and a plate holding a sandwich and fries clatters in front of me. My hands wrap around the purple mug gratefully; my fingers were about to freeze. As I take my first sip, I look at the girl again. She's just staring at the TV and making small conversation. I feel an impulse in my chest.

I slide into the seat in front of the girl and set down my food and mug of coffee.

"Hi. My name is Datonec, and what is yours?" My lips ightly turn up at the corners.

Last Edit: Dec 16, 2010 10:30:27 GMT -5 by Hayley

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Penny Cromwell
Hunter

69 POSTS
last seen Jan 5, 2011 4:34:46 GMT -5

Dine and Dash and Dizzy Nov 24, 2010 21:50:22 GMT -5

Post by Penny Cromwell on Nov 24, 2010 21:50:22 GMT -5

The news anchors flickered off the screen over her head becoming replaced with the chaotic transition logo of the 56th Hunger Games. A cannon sounded and a list of Tribute names, their districts and their Tribute scores appeared in their place. Lines drawn by invisible hands started to slowly wander over the names of the Tributes lucky enough to be killed in the Bloodbath, then the ones that were offed in each of the following days. As it stood now only seven Tributes remained - their names quickly to be crossed out in the coming days til only one remained.

Penny's eyes faltered away from the tiny television that was installed above her booth and focused in on the imperfections of the wooden table. Her mind was a mix of emotions but seeing Takeba's name - fellow District Four still alive and well gave her a little bit of hope that maybe this year one of her districts children could come home and escape the reaping. With unrelenting fingertips the sixteen year old fisherman's daughter trailed her hand along a small sliver of indented wood unknowing of the one who started to move in front of her.

The waitress had cause to celebrate it seemed, Penny's earlier thoughts making her feel a bit guilty even now as she hadn't even put them into words. But as she celebrated Penny wished she'd remember she was sitting here, done with her food and desperate to be leaving. She had to be... nowhere. Penny frowned at herself, more so at the bright reflection of light that was cascading over the wooden surface of her table. 'Why am I rushing? What is the point?' She couldn't answer that question. What little friends she had were all probably home watching the Hunger Games or laying in each others beds. She hadn't had a true friend since...

Her eyes closed and the thought died but then their was a noise - the red leather across from her had been crushed in, squished and creaked with the presence of another. She looked up, her hands pushing the dark hood back away from her face, as she tried to place the face of the boy joining her with his plate and drink in hand.

"Hi. My name is Datonec, and what is yours?"

Her mind ceased thinking and just hung on her own name for a moment, contemplating giving it or not. He had not known her it appeared - seeing as he was asking for her name. She breathed in trying to clear her nose and throat as she gave him a halfway smile.

"Penny Cromwell." She responded quickly forgetting whatever else she was meaning to add to those words. Her eyebrows raised slightly as she studied him, curiosity overtook her and as a silent moment passed between them she opened her mouth to speak again. "Do I know you from somewhere?" She wondered aloud as the waitress passed by... not even bothering to pretend she was paying attention to her or seeing that she had finished her meal ages ago. Her new booth mate had foiled her plans to get her check and leave! But to leave to do what? "Bah." She whispered under her breath, giving the evil eye to the old woman's back as she disappeared behind the counter and into the kitchen.

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notes; Eeep! I didn't know what to say x'D <3
outfit; outfit here.
credit; credit to CLAIRE BEAR ?! via caution two point oh

Hayley
District Mayor

[M:-3675]

997 POSTS
last seen Sept 1, 2015 15:55:18 GMT -5

"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

Dine and Dash and Dizzy Nov 24, 2010 22:04:41 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Nov 24, 2010 22:04:41 GMT -5

Hmm. Penny Cromwell. Interesting name. It's different. Well, not as different as mine. I'm one of a kind. I lightly sigh and lean back. My ears perk up when she asks if I know her. Well, of course I dont know you! Why else would I ask for your name?

I lean back in my seat to stretch my arms and legs. My foot nudges hers and a smile flashes across my face. I rest my hand on the the cold window and gaze out onto the street. The people are just milling around for some reason. Some of them are rushing around and ducking into the different shops. Well, it is freezing outside.

I take another sip of my coffee and feel the hot liquid slide down my throat while I look back at the girl. Blavk hair, brown eyes, olive skin, not much to look at. Very simple.

"Nah. We dont know each other. But I'd like to get to know you." I lean forward and lock my fingers together on top of the table.

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Last Edit: Dec 6, 2010 17:41:48 GMT -5 by Hayley

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shr♦mpeh: -insert blond cheerleader here-

Penny Cromwell
Hunter

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Dine and Dash and Dizzy Dec 7, 2010 14:29:50 GMT -5

Post by Penny Cromwell on Dec 7, 2010 14:29:50 GMT -5

Penny sat there looking back at the boy, her eyebrows tensed and then started to move quizzically. 'Wow.' She thought, leaning back a bit against the booth allowing her body to slide an inch or two lower, while outstretching her legs for comfort trying to wiggle them away from the new guest at her table. 'Had no idea guys really spoke like that. Maybe it is his first time trying to pick up a girl?' Either way she laughed.

"That is good to know." Trying to feign enjoyment. Any minute now the fork on her plate might innocently get tossed at the waitresses head. She still had yet to come back to her table to give her the bill. I'm newly sixteen. Fishing girl at heart. Scars to prove it." She said lightly, turning over the palms of her hands on the table.

"Nothing as gaudy as that though." Penny indicated, her pointer finger rising slightly above his eye and back down again. "How did that happen?" She wondered aloud, her eyes inspecting it from a distance.

If she couldn't get her bill right away the least she could do was strike up a conversation. The boy seemed pleasant enough. A little too footsy, perhaps not the best dresser but his heart seemed to be in the right place. At least she didn't get the serial killer vibe from him that most of the careers had back in the training centers. Content for the time being, Penny tilted her head to the side and smiled awaiting the boy's response.

Last Edit: Dec 7, 2010 14:30:41 GMT -5 by Penny Cromwell

Hayley
District Mayor

[M:-3675]

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

Dine and Dash and Dizzy Dec 7, 2010 17:11:26 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Dec 7, 2010 17:11:26 GMT -5

"Sixteen, huh?" That's nice. I just turned seventeen, the best age of all." God, I sound like an ass. She turns her hands over and I see the numerous scars that decorate them. She must be clumsier than my sister.

She reaches out her hand and lightly traces the long scar over my eyebrow.

"Nothing as gaudy as that, though. How did that happen?" Of course she would ask that. With a grotesque scar lining your eyebrow, thats the question eeryone just has to ask. It gets a bit tedious sometimes.

"Four years ago. I was kind of behind on my fishing quota. Me, being the imcredibly smart person I am, goes out near nightfall, in the middle of the lake where you can't see anything, even with a lantern. Apparently someone else had the same idea as I did and misaimed." I take her hand and trace the scar on my head once more with her finger left to right. "The hook scraped into the skin and over my eyebrow. I drop er hand and lean back. "And thats how I got that scar. That answer your question?" I smirk a little bit at the story that happened over four years ago, but I can still remember every detail clearly.

I clear my throat and start again.

"I have a little sister, too. Her name's Janva. We were seperated after my other sister and our parents died." Way to drop a bomb on the girl, Datonec.

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Last Edit: Dec 10, 2010 16:35:05 GMT -5 by Hayley

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Penny Cromwell
Hunter

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Dine and Dash and Dizzy Dec 11, 2010 11:40:03 GMT -5

Post by Penny Cromwell on Dec 11, 2010 11:40:03 GMT -5

Penny tilted her head and curved her lips upright. He was definitely trying his hardest. She could give him that at least. His story was very emotional and it felt like she shouldn't have pried, his tone was revealing more prevalently now. The flesh marked scars against her finger tips brought her to the moment and she felt and heard all that he was describing to her. When he let go of her wrist she lingered in thought for a moment and then frowned. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have inquired." She spoke truthfully as she looked side to side for some sort of escape.

His next words took her even further down the road into his psyche which she had to admit was both open and creepy. Things such as that you don't reveal to someone in the span of a few moments. She looked down and tried to hide inside herself but that didn't happen. Instead she was saved by another, someone she had so detested earlier. The waitress.

"Sorry about the wait dear. Here is your bill. You can pay up at the counter when you are done here. The elderly woman spoke, her words were coated in rushed forgetfulness but Penny would take it.

"It's fine." She lied, smiling through her teeth. "It gave me the chance to get to know this fine young man. " Slipping out from the side of the booth she slid her fingers along the table to pick up the bill. The price was good, as it usually was. "Thank you. I'll be right up." She tacked on before allowing the woman to leave back toward he game's watch-age.

Standing now, Penny began to straighten herself out to get ready for the outside. She looked down at the boy with a content gaze. "It was nice chatting with you. Maybe I'll see you in here tomorrow?" The girl asked, polite as ever as her fingers dipped into her pockets to find the exact change of the bill.

Hayley
District Mayor

[M:-3675]

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

Dine and Dash and Dizzy Dec 12, 2010 18:50:03 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Dec 12, 2010 18:50:03 GMT -5

Yeah, I guess. I respond. I was actually enjoying myselfbfor the first time in a long time. My hand stuffs itself in my pocket and returns with a twenty dollar bill.

Here. I hand the bill to the waitress. The girl is still looking for the money to pay for her food. This should cover both of us.

I dont know why I did that. Something in my head just said I needed to. It seemed like the right thing at the moment. I really want to get to know this girl better for some reason. I wonder about myself sometimes.

I slide out of the booth, stand up, and extend my hand out to the girl.

Come on, I say. I add in a please for goodnmeasure. The calm expression on my face should help my cause, too.

(OOC: Sorry for the crap!post. Its all I could think of.)

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shr♦mpeh: you go girl!
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shr♦mpeh: -insert blond cheerleader here-

Penny Cromwell
Hunter

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Dine and Dash and Dizzy Dec 12, 2010 19:19:13 GMT -5

Post by Penny Cromwell on Dec 12, 2010 19:19:13 GMT -5

My hands fumbled just long enough against the rough metal coins buried deep within the folds of my pocket for the boy to surprise me. He paid the bill for us without hesitation or pause as I failed to even pull out one cent. I was about to take offense but his charm took over and he put out his arm to entangle with him. 'What the hell.' I though nonchalantly. Sliding my arm around his, we walked half smiling out the door of the diner and onto the cloudy street.

Pulling my hood back up over my head, I hid myself a bit, looking down at my footsteps as they glided over the cracks in the sidewalk. "You didn't have to do that back there, I could've paid for it." I assured him, not wanting to seem like some helpless poor person. "But it was nice. Thank you." He seemed very genuine in his offerings.

We turned away from the training buildings and the other buildings that lined the Games Square and headed back toward the heart of District Four with our intertwined arms swaying back and forth down the sidewalk. "So creepy new friend, where should we go next?" I chided innocently, bumping my elbow playfully into his side.

There was lots of stuff to do in the district, more things than I could count. Since we were never really allowed to leave the districts everything had to be right here at home. I didn't know what he liked to do, but I was open to anything at this point. A little risk never hurt... unless he was a crazy serial killer, but he seemed the nice sort to me so I let such thoughts slide.

Hayley
District Mayor

[M:-3675]

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

Dine and Dash and Dizzy Dec 13, 2010 16:40:25 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Dec 13, 2010 16:40:25 GMT -5

I didnt have to do that? Well oops.

"Well, I wanted to pay. You know, most people dont like hanging around me. They say Im too quiet. I guess it was just saying thanks for listening to me."

But yeah, it was nice. Im a nice person. Blagh. Im getting a bit too conceited.

We turn away from the training buildings and the other buildings that lined the Games Square and head back towards the Square swinging our locked elbows back and forth. I sense that Penny is a happy person. I hope.

"So creepy new friend, where should we go next?" She asks.

"Well, I dont really know. Where do you want to go. Theres a whole district out there for us to explore." My lips turn up at the corners. She probably thinks Im crazy. What normal guy just randomly goes up to a girl, pays for her lunch, then just takes her out. Is this a date? I wouldnt know. Ive never been on one before. My guess would be that its best not to ask. It might freak her out.

I finally figure out what we can do.

"How about the docks?" I start, "Its really nice and quiet down there. I have a special spot that I always go to."

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Last Edit: Dec 16, 2010 10:28:03 GMT -5 by Hayley

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shr♦mpeh: you go girl!
shr♦mpeh:

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Penny Cromwell Hunter 69 POSTS last seen Jan 5, 2011 4:34:46 GMT -5	Dine and Dash and Dizzy Dec 30, 2010 2:47:38 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Penny Cromwell on Dec 30, 2010 2:47:38 GMT -5 ((OOC: I don't know what to post!! In my mind I wanna huggle him yet at the same time he could kill her and dump her body...lol help me?!))