〚 goosebumps 〛enzo&justice

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〚 goosebumps 〛enzo&justice Nov 3, 2018 20:17:01 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2018 20:17:01 GMT -5

"Hands off, dumbass-" some goonie's hands pushing him out of the back corner of the kitchen. Lorenzo had a knack for winding up in odd positions, filling pockets with snacks from the closed dining hall and a "I'm a tribute!"

Great, "then get to fuckin' training!" Black sweats clumpy in its hoard, odd deserts smashed into them and pouring out and honestly? He'd eat them off the ground, the longer he was in the capitol the more acquainted with its riches. Oh, ho ho ho he was already practicing hiding out for when they came to throw him in the arena, he'd like to see them fucking try. For a scrawny lower district boys, he had hell of a pride and a left hook -- he could probably make it there eventually. Right?

Licking fudge off his palm, he found his way on the outskirts the blades station. Hell if he actually cared about learning it, in fact, he just wanted to be left alone. Sat in the corner, slurp up the contents of a discarded baggie -- this was his domain, even if it were just under the noses of the rest of the tributes. Call him an underdog, he was too much of a dumbass to realize how to make it work anyways. But oh-

ho
ho
ho,

he loved picking a fight. Or more so, just being a nuisance, there were ways to get attention and with a mouthful of vanilla he knew this asshole -- a scream of "AYE!" Slinking off into the corner to the front side of the dining behind a larger red head, "you're the guy!"

"You're the knife guy," clapping, nearly, Justice Fray, "I can beat you in a knife fight, yeah!" Grinning cheek to cheek, "I win, you steal me some peppers, meat head."

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〚 goosebumps 〛enzo&justice Nov 5, 2018 15:50:59 GMT -5

Post by arx on Nov 5, 2018 15:50:59 GMT -5

justice

It seemed like Yusei and Bette knew how to carry themselves. That was good, even if it didn't really matter—seemed it always came down to the lucky swing of a sword or jab of a spear anyway. It was well enough that they knew how to hold a weapon; he could handle sending them food if they needed it.

Besides, that left him with more time to spend at the bar, staring at the bottom of a bottle and pretending like his wedding band wasn't burning a hole in his chest as it sat hidden in his breast pocket.

Yeah, another drink would be-

"AYE!"

"SHIT!"

Hand on my chest, the other wrapped around a knife and- "you're the guy!"

I'm holding a blade at a walking, talking toothpick. I roll my eyes, grumble a curse or two or five under my breath as he continues—"You're the knife guy!"—on and on about something and he'd no idea—"I can beat you in a knife fight, yeah!"—what the hell-

"I win, you steal me some peppers, meat head."

The kid's got a better shit-eating grin than me. I hate him already.

Been long time since I had the energy to knock someone on their ass, but this one sure did know how to push my buttons. Which one did he belong to? Saffron?

Food at the corners of his mouth, hands sticky with sweets he undoubtedly swiped from the kitchens, a trail of crumbs at his heels, and pockets full to near bursting-

Nah, he belonged to Mace.

"Meat head? Tryin to die early, kid?"

I look him over again and I can't help but laugh. Energetic one. Clearly an idiot, but threatening the biggest kid on the playground was certainly one way to prove you meant business. Still an idiot with a death wish though.

"Aight," I say, twirling the knife in my hand. "How bout we just say you won so that you aren't bleeding out all over your peppers?"

"Oh, and no talking on the way or I stab you anyway."

Kid's entertaining, but damn do I need a drink. Fuck all. I give exactly one shit about this fucker and it's already too many. "And I'll teach you how to a hold a knife, too."

Fuck all.

now i'm full
of r u m
a n d
regret
⋆

"I run on the road, long before I dance under the lights."

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〚 goosebumps 〛enzo&justice May 5, 2020 0:49:38 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on May 5, 2020 0:49:38 GMT -5

"Uhhh, no, I'm gonna win the games, dumbass."

Which was true! Lorenzo, in his head, is the quickest kid in the game. Scrawny as may be, he's learned a tip or two from Mace, and that's is that it's the hunger games. Lorenzo is just another broke kid from another poor district, but he's got the right idea, with left over food staining the corner of his lip.

Just stock up before hand, and starve 'em out. That's pretty much the plan, truthfully, he's used to starving and struggling, and running, of course. There's a clear course here, the rest of the tributes are gonna get themselves all weakened up - you know when you leave chicken in to boil and it falls apart? Well, Lorenzo is the fork in this analogy, they're all concerned with killing and stabbing and boiling in hot water.

And then there's Lorenzo!

Just on the side, "what? I-" but that's the easy way, Justice.

He loses a bit of his confidence, shoulders slumped and the dagger weak by his side. It's over-earned, anyways, "oh yeah, and how do you know I'm doing it wrong?" A weak flip of the wrist, who died and let this guy be a victor anyways. "I could be-" uhh, "a career?"

Besides, Justice was probably so drunk, he couldn't tell which district Lorenzo was. He put his other hand over the ten written on his chest, pretending to scratch at his nipple almost. The longest scratch possible, "okay, but, is there a wrong way to hold a knife?"

I really don't know what I'm doing, huh.

Hopefully, nobody else did.

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