ideal || d2 train
Jun 5, 2019 10:46:57 GMT -5
Post by wimdy on Jun 5, 2019 10:46:57 GMT -5
Ginger is doing her best, bless her heart, but it would be wonderful if she would shut up.
As she prattles on about the luxuries of the Capitol and the fans that await them, Claudio stares out the window with glazed eyes, all but ignoring both the escort and his district partner. He can't bring himself to feel bad for it, either, as he tries to wrap his head around everything that's to come, and everything that's going wrong. Already, he feels as if half of what he knows about the Games is inaccurate, and they haven't even truly started yet. It would help if someone would talk them through things, but it also seems as if they effectively have no mentors. He'd seen Julian get on the train ahead of them, but hadn't seen the man since. And with Cricket being a Gamemaker...
It's all less than ideal.
Rubbing at his face with a sigh, Dio turns from the rushing scenery to Blair, eyes flitting over her quickly before settling back on her face. He hesitates, lips popping open as he tries to think of what to say, tries to think of what to do in the face of the task before them. There's no point in commenting on the red that has tinted her eyes since he first saw her on the stage, nor the rip in his shirt or how he'd tried to run from his place beside her. Ginger's quiet prattling fades a little as she turns to grab something from the other side of the car. None of it matters anymore. There's only one thing that does.
"So, Blair... How do we do this?"
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