Jokester Till the End {Arrows//Prism & Dillon}
Feb 11, 2015 21:42:11 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 11, 2015 21:42:11 GMT -5
To think Dillon made it through the entire Tribute Parade without stumbling is quite a miracle in itself. Can't they just leave it at that? Give her a pat on the back and send her on her merry way back to district three, possibly even with Prism as well. No? Well a girl could only hope.
Once she stepped off that -very fogged- train, everything became even more surreal. Was it due to the breathtaking kissing on top of alcohol and smoking intoxication? Probably, but she can't help but think that the idea of going into the games soon is also partially to blame. Least her mind isn't constantly surrounded by the thought, thanks to Prism it seems. Any gruesome images that spring up, she looks over at him and just thinks of district three hoes. It has a nice ring to it.
"So there's probably not going to be any medical plants...that we can smoke?" The dinner guest around their table don't seem to appreciate Dillon's small talk, nor strategies. Smoking out the competition sounds like a logical plan. Even if it can't initially kill them, it'll at least knock out the unexperienced. Finish them off while they're passed out, or munching, or just wait for them to dehydrate from cotton mouth. The options are endless. As anyone can tell, there wasn't much conversation over this meal after that.
Like little kid they're sent to their rooms, while a giant party is being had downstairs. Sort of rude. And to no surprise Dillon finds no desire to sleep. Sure it's probably needed after such a long day, but her brain's not shutting off. All she can do is think about what's going on back home. Is her family still dancing? Or are they already crumbling without their Dj? Are the older ones watching out for the littles? Or is everyone getting irresponsibility drunk while she's not there to look after them all?
There's no telling...
The only thing Dillon can gather at this point, is that she needs to find her lack of caring again. Everything is out of her hands. She either needs to survive, or live it up while she still can. Without any thought her feet are moving for her, and she goes in search of her lovely distraction. Prism can't be too far.