Career's Don't Cry (Lilyquist)

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Career's Don't Cry (Lilyquist) Jan 22, 2014 20:40:11 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 20:40:11 GMT -5

amber divine.
fifteen x district one x female

I feel the practically instinctual urge to fight Ruthless - maybe it's because of all of the time I've spent in the training session throwing knives at targets and throwing them at the walls in my room. My fingers are curled around my dagger, which is secured in my belt. I restrain from pulling out the dagger and stabbing Ruthless, although I must admit that I'd very much like to. I would feel terrible afterwards, though.

With my short temper, it's always been hard to contain my anger. Ruthless is pushing many, many buttons. I'm sure that my face is still pink. I almost want to touch my cheek to feel for the warmth, just to be sure. I hate how fair my skin is. It shows color too easily.

"You're really willing to give up your life over embarrassment, that is the most ridiculous thing I've heard," says Ruthless. Then she mumbles, "There's a lot more to winning than riches and glory."

"Life doesn't seem to mean much to you, considering that you want to go slaughter a whole bunch of tributes,"" I say, the rage loud and clear in my voice, "so why does my life matter to you? And tell me, Ruthless, what more is there to the Hunger Games, if it is not all about riches and glory?"

I decided not to go into further detail about why I'd risk my life. I don't think Ruthless would understand, nor do I think it's necessary to expose my personal life to Ruthless.

"And as for what I want to do," I say, not waiting for an answer from Ruthless, "is explore. Maybe shoot things. I can do whatever I want now, can't I?" So far, I was enjoying this strange, unfamiliar sense of freedom.

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Career's Don't Cry (Lilyquist) Jan 26, 2014 14:40:10 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 26, 2014 14:40:10 GMT -5

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For some reason the hunger games topic really brings up some anger in Amber. Not only is her expression concrete, but a red complexion also joins it. Of course Ruthless is unable to help a small chuckle at how worked up the redhead was getting. With any siblings the blond found a disconnect with life in general, taking nothing seriously. So some kids die every year, there's nothing they can do to stop it. Whether they're in it or not, win or die, every year twenty-three children die in the public eye. If only the citizens realized even more die without their knowledge. But no, they get worked up over what's televised, as usual. She gives a subtle eye-roll, though still listens with a some-what open mind.

Was there more to become victor then riches and glory? Maybe to not everyone, but to Ruthless it meant her life. Risking the fact that she'll face death is nothing compared to the chance of regaining her family. As much as Ruthless has you're life means nothing to me, the second question has her speechless. Tell the truth? That winning these stupid games meant the return of her mother and baby sister. If only desires weren't a weakness, but then again nearly everything is. The truth, feelings, needs, all weaknesses. There's no room for that when someone holds the title Ruthless.

"Doesn't matter." Ruthless answers after a long pause as she debated in her head what to say.

"And as for what I want to do," Amber begins once more, "is explore. Maybe shoot things. I can do whatever I want now, can't I?" With no crave to push any more buttons Ruthless even gestures for the redhead to lead the way.

"I'm not stopping you." Ruthless reassures, but still doesn't flinch to stop moving. She wasn't going to leave the unexperienced law breaker out here alone; she's not that cruel. "Please you take lead."

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