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Sleepy Fluttershy
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«Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm». (Winston Churchill)

Unshutuppable {Tom; Florence&Volkner} Jun 6, 2018 13:56:36 GMT -5

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Jun 6, 2018 13:56:36 GMT -5

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It is an early morning in the training center. There are not many tributes yet, so Florence can observe them all thoroughly while running in circles around the training center. It is just like the first day at school - many new faces, people who can all become her friends. Picking just one person to talk to is incredibly difficult. Finally Florence chooses one boy in particular who is definitely older than her and, judging by his face, he could use a friend.

The child smiles at the guy, heading in his direction, and in a few seconds she is face to face with the new amazing future friend. Taking a deep breath to begin the conversation, she smiles even wider.

"Hello, do you want to be my friend? My name is Florence and what is your name? Are you a career? You are from district one or two, right? I always mix them up so I am not sure which one, which district are you from? I am from three, by the way!"

A wish to shoot a lot more extremely important questions at this wonderful person is bubbling inside her, but she has to give him time to respond - she knows this is the most significant rule of etiquette. So she closes her mouth to let the boy reply, holding back the wave of excitement which is rising somewhere in her heart.

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Unshutuppable {Tom; Florence&Volkner} Jun 14, 2018 19:17:14 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Jun 14, 2018 19:17:14 GMT -5

v o l k n e r;

Fuck Ripred.

Early morning was supposed to be a time where he could set up his traps with no distractions or annoyances in his ears and yet, here he is. Hands fumbling with a rope that's too short for the trap he's trying to make, frustration growing in his skin as he can see the small child from Three that he's heard is too talkative from others. Pathetic kid's gonna die in this arena and he wouldn't even blink an eye at her. Pathetic. All he can do is try to ignore her presence in the room, even though her feet are hitting the ground as she runs around like a stupid child that is on her first day of school. Fuck her. Fuck this trap. Fucking hell.

As he gets up and walks to find another rope that could be used for his ingenious trap that Flint would have screamed at him about. Flint, even if he was an annoyance, he still was on his mind. Fist clenching up as he hears the footsteps come to a halt next to him. The glare on his face meets the small child who clearly can't see he doesn't want to talk to anyone, but words fly from her mouth way too fast and way too much.

"Hello, do you want to be my friend? My name is Florence and what is your name? Are you a career? You are from district one or two, right? I always mix them up so I am not sure which one, which district are you from? I am from three, by the way!"

The version of Flint is glaring at him for the thoughts he's having. All he wants to do is tell her to fuck off or that she's going to die first, but he doesn't budge for a second. Hands grab a longer rope as he begins to turn away. A sigh falls from his lips as his conscious loses once again. Anger is already in his face as he speaks with venom on his tongue.

"No. I don't need friends."

Arms cross along his chest before he continues once again.

"Pathetic. District One. Kid, I don't care where you're from. You're not gonna be here much longer anyways. So run along and go play with dolls or something."