The ground feels warmer [Dreamer]

Francesca had an interesting day to say the least. She met the weirdest girl ever a couple of days ago and she still doesn't know what to make of it. She such a bitch yet somehow alluring to her. The way she mixed snobby queen with somewhat decent human being. It was a bit too much for her. Add that onto the fact that Ignatius was finally talking to her! Since when did he start liking me again she internally asks herself as she she walks in the freezing cold of District 1. The hard core Careers are still out and about. Always training, always fighting. Somehow getting pleasure out of these sadistic scenarios of killing others just to get back home. Francesca knew what was expected of her, being from here with her slim muscular build. She was expected to fight and she was supposed to take it gracefully.

Everyone knows what happened with the last girl who stepped down from the Games. She started a whole underground gang war between the Morenos and some other family. She can't exactly remember it's like the Dempsey family or whoever. Anyways it's supposedly a big deal that these two major Career families are are fighting each other with help of other street rats and what nuts. Frannie was just happy to have not been dragged into it. And she's finally recovering as well. She's finally making routine stops to the blood bank and is regaining some control over her addiction. Even if it's only a little bit.

She turns away form the Town Center to a quieter part of the District. The snow here is still fluffy and there's barley any foot steps to disturb the snow. However there is a fresh path that has just been recently made. The falling snow hasn't had time to cover it up and the snow is wildly thrown around it. She decides to follow it curious about the person who go down the road less traveled.

After a bit, she comes up to a young man, slim with long black hair. Almost reminding her of those emo kids who plan elaborate and dramatic deaths in the Games. She watches him as he sets up his own training area and starts practicing with a rapier, a small sword perfect for his build. She watches as he hits his snow made targets with excellent precision and swiftness. He works so fast she can barley keep a track on him. She shuffles around a bit to get a better view and almost knocks herself into the tree. Apparently the boy heard her and turned around, Cutting himself in the process.

The blood ran down his arm, the deep maroon of the elixir deeply contrasting his pale skin, which is almost the same color of the snow. She gasps as she watches the blood drip onto the snow, each drop it's own precious ruby to her. Her throat contracts, begging to feel the thick juicy liquid run in her own throat. Her mouths quickly drys up, but she forces saliva around her gums. She addresses the young man, saying “I'm sorry to disrupt you. Do you have any bandages or something to help stop the bleeding?” Her voice stoic and staccato as she tries to control herself. “Here take my coat.” she tells him as she slips off her coat and walks toward him. She wraps it around his arms and ties it. “There that should help. My name is Francesca by the way. What's yours?”