{ tell me I am wrong } ryder/riot
Feb 16, 2015 0:16:32 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Feb 16, 2015 0:16:32 GMT -5
I waddle through the training center, my eyes trained on a few tributes. One of them was the district twelve tribute and I smile as I remember his flustered face when I took his hand in mine, his face going as red as the petal of a rose. He was woking with a few other tributes, his concentration solely on the task at hand. After a moment I drop my gaze, my eyes falling onto the tribute from five, our eyes met and I stick my tongue out at him before turning away, a grin plastered on my lips. By now alliance has been set up and tributes were trying to narrow down each other skills and trying to learn as much as they can in the limited time provided. Even, me myself, have gotten myself a nice little alliance. Three boys all of them had their own quirks making them a great addition to our little pack. But as I look around I can see how odd we are, three fragile looking boys and a fat girl. I see that a few of the stronger tributes have partnered up, hell I see that ex has joined two nice looking woman, ones who look like the can protect themselves just fine.
Gazing around the room my eyes land on Jordan. Then Levi. Finally Ryder. Maybe I had made a mistake joining these guys but maybe they were the only choice I had, considering not many people would like to have a fat career as an ally. They would see me as a burden, as someone who would need protecting, slow them down- well thats how Mason had put it anyways. For so long I have been so confident with myself even though all the snickers, all the snorts and burst of laughter, all of them have wounded me, I have always shaped and rearranged then to fit me, to see them as compliments and nothing less. I had ben so silly, hand't I? Thinking that all this time people admired me and respected me. All I was was entrainment and like an animal at a circus.
Sighing I push the thoughts to the back of my mind, my lips forming a smile as I dawdle over to Mr. Ryder. "Howdy chap, what ya doing?" I ask him, my whole persona back to the girl who they had meet in the dinning hall. Loud, out there and slightly wild. The Riot that I have always been. Daphne fucking Riot. I would not change. Not for these games, not for that stupid Mason, not for anyone. I was a dork, but I was a fucking awesome dork.