don't stand too close// Zaya/Torka
Oct 14, 2016 19:27:35 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Oct 14, 2016 19:27:35 GMT -5
Zaya Reine
She stood in the dim training gym, listening to her own breathing. It was the silence that scared her the most, not the swords and spears propped up on rocks beside her. The scorched mat from Torka's private session had been thrown out and replaced by a new one. Zaya swore she could still smell the scent of burning plastic and flesh but it was just in her head.
You shouldn't be here her mind told her thumping heart. You just got this job and now you're going to lose it.
Her eyes flashed to the door again but it was as still as a corpse.
She began pacing, heels snapping against the tile. The noise seemed too loud for the silent room. To piercing for the darkness. Zaya had turned on a single light, the one above the sword station. The florescent bulb flickering above her.
She had changed since her last encounter. She traded her puffed out platinum wig for her natural hair. It was long, straight, and nearly black. She had slicked the front out of her face letting it hang down her back. Simple pearls adored her ears and her makeup was much of the same from dinning hall, with an extra coat of Blood Red 74 on her lips. Her short dress had been swapped out for a sheer long sleeved top tucked into jet black pants with a high waist that flared at the ankle. Black heels with red bottoms encased her feet like they did most of the time.
She brushed a rouge hair behind her ear, trying to remain calm. Shoving her hands in her pockets, she wondered if she should leave now. There was work to be done in headquarters, Capricious and Azure would be wondering where she was.
The woman felt embarrassment creep up to her cheeks again. She had spent the evening picking out the right outfit for what? A tribute who would, statistically, die in the coming week.
Her eyes flicked to the door and then to her feet. If he didn't show in the next five minutes she would excuse herself to her room and dive into last minute paperwork and approvals. She wouldn't think of speaking to him again, she would simply watch him in the arena as a Gamemaker does a tribute.
Her eyes found the door again.
Please come.