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Daniel in Distress (Arctic) Blitz Jun 8, 2016 1:44:56 GMT -5

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Post by Tom on Jun 8, 2016 1:44:56 GMT -5

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Training wasn’t exactly tiring for the druggie known as Minos Vallanso. Training seemed to be rather simple for him, at least in that moment, any other time he would have complained about learning things that he didn’t think were useful, but in the situation he was in, anything was useful. Sleep would be the most useful thing for him, unfortunately for him, sleep never made it to the druggie. His addictions kept his eyes pierced open, wanting to ease the discomfort that he felt throughout his entire body. Everything was breaking down inside, but outside, his walls kept strong, holding in the discomfort he was feeling.

The lunch area held lots of food that his body had never consumed. Living on the streets did that to a guy, never knowing exactly if you’ll get a meal or not. The idea of never knowing who you’ll have to fight off for money or food. It was basically a Hunger Games in itself. All the homeless needed their own source of food and living essentials, and so did Minos at the time, but now he was being pampered before all of it would be taken away again. A corpse just being dazzled before being shoved into a coffin never to be seen again; rotting six feet under. That’s what Minos was, a corpse being made into a shining gem and almost lifelike for the people around him. A walking corpse whose eyes wanted to close and sleep for the rest of the day, but that wasn’t likely.

The seats at the tables were rather empty for the place. Minos’ drooping eyes closed and then open again as he notices a tribute with a glorious beard. Minos slowly makes his way over to the table, sets the plate of food that his tired hands had grabbed. Eyes droop again, his body slowly leans over into the tribute’s personal space. Minos wanted to push away, but sleep was taking over and soon enough, his eyes closed, body in the other guy’s lap. Comfortable warmth spreading throughout his tired body. Minos Vallanso had passed out in the beard guy’s lap, eyes closed and the smell of wood soothing him in his slumber.

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Daniel in Distress (Arctic) Blitz Jun 10, 2016 17:31:19 GMT -5

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Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Jun 10, 2016 17:31:19 GMT -5

It was almost like he was with Blanche again, her in his space as she fell asleep onto him and they would be safe. It was almost like he was at home, where he didn’t have to worry about every single thing he saw would be another weapon that they could use against him. Except, he wasn’t at home. He wasn’t with Blanche and he definitely had to worry about everything being a weapon against him. It was an obvious factor and one that will always remain like the existence of the silver moon and it’s white accomplices the stars.

That day, he had spent his time inside of the cafeteria in which not many people trusted with their time. They were too busy training their lives away when the main part of ‘lives away’ was completely accurate. Only one person could escape that hell alive, only one. Not two, not three. Just one, because if there is one thing in life people must learn, it’s that anything you do in Panem is a fight. It’s a test to see how they’ll survive after this hell ends because it’s never ends once that train has started. Once you’ve boarded that train going home as a victor, people normally think that the struggles would be over. But, it’s quite obvious that the struggle never ends. They always have to return to this home where their nightmares had been cultivated from and the escape from it is rare.

The male from District Five, Minos, lays sound asleep in Daniel’s lap for an unknown reason and for an unwanted first greeting. He had already seen of him the night of spin the bottle and such but never really got the chance to meet him. Minos had walked into the cafeteria that day and the droopiness of his eyelids seemed almost hypnotizing in the form that Daniel wanted to just escort him off to the dude’s tribute suite so he can rest.

Minos walked over to Daniel’s table, it seems barely keeping himself awake and it was soon when the male from five had fallen asleep in his lap. It felt a bit awkward. But he didn’t want to wake him up- it was obvious the tribute was low on sleep. The male didn’t want to ruin it for him. Though, he preferred if the other wasn’t exactly resting his head on the area he was sleeping on (if people thought about it, he’d assume they wouldn’t want a stranger sleeping on that either). He tried to move on back to move the other’s head further away from the center of it all. There wasn’t much to do besides that, so, being the person he was- he kept quiet.
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