〚 lurker 〛enzo,

Runner, "howdy,

Temple," 

he'd got his fair share of running back home. Bruised and bloody neck, he was always a flighty child. Stealing as a joke, slender fingers wrapped around items that may or may not be missed -- it was always a joke. Everything about him, one shade a little too at ease. Even then, bloodbath stained in the grass and nobody had died; nobody died, muttered in his head almost as a joke. Pulling on the edge of Temple's elbow after catching his breath, as if she could be stolen too. 

"I think- they'll kill you?" 

Javalins in hands, he realized he wasn't quite wrong. It took a glint to realize she was smarter than him-- of course, he knew that all along. Temple Jones was the main tribute from district ten, stronger shoulders and a few inches taller and he took off running into giants as the pieces got pulled together. Bag of javalins slung over his shoulder as if they were just another thing, that this was just something so unserious- so unbothered. 

If nobody died, has the games began yet? Temple had an alliance, Lorenzo was alone. Hadn't bothered meeting anybody, hadn't even thought up working with someone else. "Oh," a second's hesitation, he was sure Temple wouldn't hurt him, but that was just Temple. And he was no math magician, but he could count the others at the scene on more than one hand and he's ran for days off fear for less. A hop and a skip and skinny legs beating against the hard concrete until he skipped through the redwood forest.  

At least he had Mace, right?

[ firestorm ]