Who's The Victim? {Wendell/Lorenza} Blitz

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Who's The Victim? {Wendell/Lorenza} Blitz Jul 5, 2017 13:06:22 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jul 5, 2017 13:06:22 GMT -5

"You know, make up doesn't matter, the beauty is in the mind."
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"Sai non importa il trucco, la bellezza è in testa"

Alcohol was something that Lorenza often had in her possession back in District One. It was present when she'd met Rena, after all. Perhaps that was why she was so attached to it now. It seemed to be something that assisted her whether she was trying to forget something like the Games or Angelo's death, or if she was celebrating something like last year when she didn't get reaped for the Hunger Games. Some would imagine that this would cause her a withdrawal when she couldn't obtain even a single beer in the Capitol. It's true, if she couldn't, it's likely she would have a bit of a withdrawal. She did, however, manage to find a place to get her hands on what she wanted and felt she needed.

Upon slipping out of the Training Center where the other tributes where, she made her way down a long hallway, being sure to have an excuse up her sleeve if someone saw her and decided to stop her in her tracks. Lorenza, however, didn't need her excuse, as she made her way over to a storage closet at the end of the hall, which normally had a locked door. Luckily, she'd managed to swipe a key from someone, and was able to unlock it. The first night that she discovered what was inside, she was thoroughly excited. Now, it'd been a nightly thing that she would scoop up some alcohol for herself.

As soon as she opened the door, however, she heard someone behind her. Lorenza turned around quickly in the direction of the sound. At first, she'd been afraid it was going to be a guard, or a Capitolite of some sort. To her relief it was another tribute. She recognized him as the boy from Twelve, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What gave you the bright idea to follow me?"

Lorenza Aita

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Who's The Victim? {Wendell/Lorenza} Blitz Jul 5, 2017 19:49:40 GMT -5

Post by * on Jul 5, 2017 19:49:40 GMT -5

"I'm not running, Muscles. I'm walking."

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Wendell was bored. Bored of the taunts. He was bored of the looks he got when people bit back at his threats. These tributes were cold shouldering him and he grew restless with their kinds. No matter what he did, he either made an accomplice to help him later in the games, or made enemies already. A tired sigh breathed into the atmostsphere. His eyes seemed to scan the center in search of someone that he would be able to meet eye to eye with and then the sneaky little siren caught his eye.

"Where are you going?" He questioned and leaned from the wall to seek the refuge of wherever this district girl was going. Curiosity had him strung on a rope with her leading the line. He followed close by, turning the corner after he was sure she was almost out of sight and around the next corner. "You sneakly little tribute. What are you planning on doing?"

His voice was lost in a sea of silence. A key magically appeared in her hand and that silver peice of metal slipped inside the door. Wendell appeared into the hallway, walking slowly toward her with a gentle pace. He didn't want to exactly frighten her, but she must have heard him. She turned around with the look of fear on her face. That's when he put his hands up in front of him to deflect her negative comments that might flood the hall.

"Just me. You're good." He tried to reason.

"What gave you the bright idea to follow me?" He chuckled.

"Well, you were up to no good and frankly, I'm bored as hell watching all the other tributes try and fail or accomplish tasks with ease. Damn careers." He taunted knowing that she was one. He had already picked up on who was from district one and two. District four didn't interest him at all. "But I noticed that a career had slipped away. I'm just here to keep you safe and..."

Wendell noticed what was behind the door and raised his eyebrows. "...in a peace offering, take you upon your offer for a drink. Thank you." Wendell pushed the invitation. "Unless, you want me to escort my little behind back to the center and get a keeper to accompany you on a drinking binge. You're choice, my number ONE fan."

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Who's The Victim? {Wendell/Lorenza} Blitz Jul 5, 2017 20:49:18 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jul 5, 2017 20:49:18 GMT -5

"You know, make up doesn't matter, the beauty is in the mind."
~
"Sai non importa il trucco, la bellezza è in testa"

The boy, Wendell, his name was, if Lorenza recalled correctly, put his hands up as if he were trying to protect himself from whatever barrage of language could emerge from her. When she inquired as to what he was doing, however, laughter was summoned from his being. She raised an eyebrow in response, curious as to where he planned on going with all this. After all, he'd caught her doing something she wasn't supposed to be. Would he try to turn her in, or would he help her out and go along with it?

"Well, you were up to no good and frankly, I'm bored as hell watching all the other tributes try and fail or accomplish tasks with ease. Damn careers." With what the boy said, Lorenza almost got the air that he was trying to tease her. Though, if he was attempting to do so by throwing insults at careers, he wouldn't get very far. She wasn't one of them, and never had been. After all, she'd only trained for a few months, on and off, due to Rena bribing her to do so. On top of that, she rarely spent any time working on the skills she learned, so surely she couldn't even be considered a career.

"But I noticed that a career had slipped away. I'm just here to keep you safe and..." the boy continued. Keep her safe? Sure, she wasn't exactly the most intimidating, but she didn't need his protection. She wasn't interested. There was plenty of reason that she wasn't searching for allies, and this boy likely just proved her point. No one here was trustworthy enough for her to put her faith in.

"Looks like you're either trying to be funny or make me feel offended. I appreciate the effort, but it's not going anywhere. I'm not exactly a career, either, but nice try." she laughed. She said it politely enough that she likely wouldn't come off as an ass, but was still trying to prove her point.

"...in a peace offering, take you upon your offer for a drink. Thank you." Wendell didn't wait for her to say much, and more or less invited himself to join her. "Unless, you want me to escort my little behind back to the center and get a keeper to accompany you on a drinking binge. You're choice, my number ONE fan." She realized, however, that she didn't really have a choice. This kid would definitely be willing to get her in trouble. Therefore, she reached for two drinks, tossed one to Wendell and opened one for herself.

"Drink up, Twelve,"

Lorenza Aita