New faces and old ones. (open)
Jan 18, 2010 15:00:31 GMT -5
Post by photo of the booth on Jan 18, 2010 15:00:31 GMT -5
Crys looked up from scratching Shimmer's ears. She could feel the hostility on Tom, directed at Peeta as always. She reached out a hand and laid it on Tom's arm, shaking her head in such a small motion she had no way of knowing he actually saw it. Still, it should have been enough to calm him at least momentarily. She didn't know why those two fought the way they did, or why they hated each other so much. But she'd let it be. After all, what else could she do? She cared about both of them, they were both important to her. And she wasn't going to choose sides in their argument when she didn't even really know what it was. So for now all she could do was play interference between the two.
"So..." she started awkwardly. "So..." And then she remembered Luther's lengthy outburst. She still didn't understand him, and she still didn't trust him, though he seemed to think otherwise. "I've been doing the usual too..." she began. "Just taking care of my brother and sister, trying to keep them alive."
"So..." she started awkwardly. "So..." And then she remembered Luther's lengthy outburst. She still didn't understand him, and she still didn't trust him, though he seemed to think otherwise. "I've been doing the usual too..." she began. "Just taking care of my brother and sister, trying to keep them alive."
