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and we say it: quest kicks lorenzo ass Apr 26, 2020 21:18:19 GMT -5

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lorenzo pevek.
(day seven)

They weren't allowed to leave the medical center quite yet, two bodies bruised and cut and battered- he had seen her in those last few minutes. Funny how that it, knowing damn well that would have been his last memory without a second life: seeing himself bleed out, face torn to the sky and the sound of two girls yelling over war. Somebody won, more people lost- "ahh shit,"

"We're just replacing your gauze, Lorenzo, this shouldn't hurt."

"Well, it fuckin' does!"

Back to thinking. Lorenzo tried not to look at her too much, out of courtesy, of course. He hadn't talked to her too much if at all, but that could be said for nearly all of the tributes that surrounded him again like a class reunion. Shit, if it weren't for the nurses talking to each other, he wouldn't have even known her name. Quest, and he watched her die and she watched him die and that was their first impression of each other, and now everything is tame.

There's no weapons, no alliances, no goddamn birds trying to kill him. Just two zombies chillin' five feet apart, Lorenzo kicks his legs off the ends of the table, "those guys were fuckin' brutal, huh?" He pipes up, just small talk. Extremely casual, almost like asking the nurse's how they're enjoying the weather in the vault. And maybe she had different feelings about her death, Lorenzo hadn't even killed anybody. They all played different games and they all came out with the same result: the vault.

"Kinda impressed that I made it to single digits with y'all in the mix," he said, ignoring that he was killed by two younger children. But there was two of them, and they had spears! It's different, those are the rules, "must suck getting tenth by just seconds, hahaha, but you did good too!"

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and we say it: quest kicks lorenzo ass Apr 26, 2020 22:27:33 GMT -5

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Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Apr 26, 2020 22:27:33 GMT -5

I’d been listening to the sound of the beeping from the machines plugged into my body when chucklehead flinched at something the nurses were doing.

What was it with mediocre white men complaining all the time about everything? He was alive again (somehow, they had decided his life was worth saving, so, here we were) and I was alive again, strapped to a bunch of medical equipment and not allowed to leave the concrete purgatory of wherever the fuck they had stuck us. At least they’d left a little clicker in my hands that helped with the pain. Every time I could feel my insides tearing me apart, I was supposed to hit the little button on the edge.

’Those guys were fuckin’ brutal, huh?’

I decided then and there looking at the boy kicking out his feet, the lanky, drawling son of a bitch next to me, that I would hit the button every time he said a word to me.

I couldn’t tell you what made me more angry, being brought back to life and trapped in some holding cage with no idea what came next, or having to sit next to the goofy faced idiot that had tried to kill Shy and Carmen. I pressed the button again, deciding it was definitely the latter.

‘Kinda impressed that I made it to single digits with y'all in the mix.’ The clicker beeped, and I closed my eyes. Shy and Carmen had definitely took a swing to finish off bird brain – what the hell was he called again? I’d been on my knees and he’d fell over in his own blood after the two kids ripped him apart. Yeah. He was delusional. Not that it was surprising he tried to turn death placement into a dick swinging competition. He’d come alive and the asshole jumped right back into his soul and out his mouth again.

‘…must suck getting tenth by just seconds, hahaha, but you did good too!’

The machine measuring my heart rate beeped, the number drifting upward from the sixties up toward the eighties.

I pressed the button but this time the machine chirped. I’d have to wait a few minutes until I could hit it again, which meant sitting next to this asshole for the foreseeable future, one who didn’t know his fucking place.

Maybe if I hadn’t been high enough to astral project back to district six, I would’ve thought better about getting into it with the boy from ten. Except I was fucking angry that I had died and come back, especially considering I’d sacrificed myself for the two kids, and now I guessed I was going to wind up right back where I started in district six.

I’d never been a praying woman, but somehow, it felt the right time to start.

“Ahem.”

“Lord. Please help this boy next to me. Please help him know the wisdom to close his damn mouth.” I started, a smile forming, my cheeks flushed red. “Please let him know he died before me and that this idiot let two kids stab his whiny ass to death.”

“Please also give me the strength not to get up and whup his ass so bad he tastes the sweet release of death a second time.”

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and we say it: quest kicks lorenzo ass Apr 26, 2020 23:28:25 GMT -5

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lorenzo pevek.
(day seven)

There was a time in Lorenzo's life, approx. today, when he struggled with still being alive- or maybe it's the fact that he died at all? Either or, he's still making his mind up on it all, he died and lived and there's time enough to reminisce on newborn memories. There was a good bit to recall too, namely the six days he sat in bushes hiding it out and waiting for people to drop dead, but the time before then was great!

Yeah, that's about it. Meeting Mace was nice, and he was glad to be able to eat capitolite food once again. Hey Quest, do you know the cheese here doesn't even have milk in it, isn't that insane? Once the desperation to fight for his life sank back away, he just put the trauma in a bottle in a box in a chest under a blanket under a bed and left that for his kids to find. Somebody else's problem, there's still time to exist and ignore it.

And then, y'know, there's Quest.

His new best friend!

"Ahem." Oh, she's praying. That's nice! Lorenzo had never really had a religious friend, or knew much about Ripred either. Strange, considering he's from ten and all, but he grew up more on the leather and less the buckle of the belt, y'know? There's so much to learn of everybody he didn't kill, and so little time to actually do it. He zoned out on the prayer mostly- courtesy, y'know?

It's totally fucked up and annoying to do that, she must be going through it, truthfully. She certainly sounded a little passionate, "...the sweet release of death a second time." Holy shit, he almost wished he didn't hear it. It must be awkward having somebody listening on your- oh shit, he was thinking about birthday wishes. You're not supposed to listen to people's birthday wishes, but this can't be that much different, right? I mean, "wow..."

"I had no idea you were close to Ripred!"

Grinning cheek to cheek, hands on his thighs, "that's so fuckin' cool! I mean, I don't really know anything about religion but I completely respect it, I grew up in district ten so obviously I'm really, really open about all walks of life-" there we go, job done. Pack it up boys, she'll understand! Lorenzo Pevek, fourteen year old, social expert.

"Do you think they'll like, show it on t.v.?"

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and we say it: quest kicks lorenzo ass Apr 27, 2020 0:15:36 GMT -5

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Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Apr 27, 2020 0:15:36 GMT -5

'Wow… I had no idea you were so close to Ripred!'

Somewhere, ten was missing its district idiot.

I craned my neck to look over at his stupid fucking face with the curly hair and the big dumb eyes and the, I have two brain cells left and they both don’t work smile. Maybe his parents had dropped him on his head a few times. I don’t fucking know how child rearing works in ten. Did they even have health care? Was he one of the thousand fucking tributes that didn’t have parents? Why was everyone a damn orphan nowadays? Why couldn’t they just have two terrible toxic parents like the rest of us?

“Nurse…” I started to mutter, hitting the button again as I fiddled with the wires connected to my body. “I’m going to kill this boy… Nurse?!” I shifted back and forth in the bed to angle myself upward. I pressed an arrow on the box in my hand and the bed whirred to life, loud enough to drown out whatever trash came out of his mouth. I sat up and grabbed at the bars on the side of my bed while he droned on and started to lift myself forward.

‘Do you think they’ll show it on t.v.?’

Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. This was some sort of divine punishment for killing Wander, wasn’t it? I swear to whatever there is ruling over all of us I did it for all the right reasons, it wasn’t fair that I had to be here with the boy that got in the way of us facing Denali and Lex, the one that almost killed Shy, who truthfully I thought had died on day four so, joke’s on me I guess.

“Hold on. I have an idea.”

I grit my teeth at the pain coursing through my chest as I shifted to hang my legs off the side of my bed. If I could get out of this fucking bed, and walk, then I wouldn’t have to be in the same room as this chucklefuck. I reached out and grasped the IV pole next to my bed, and put my feet down on the floor. Yes, it hurt like hell, no I don’t know what sort of balance I had flying as high as I was, but here went nothing. I stood up to walk, slow, one foot, then another. Inching along. I paused to stare down at ten.

“You liked my prayer, huh?” I wobbled forward and backward and forward again, but held steady against the pole. “Why don’t you close your eyes and I can teach you another little prayer?”

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and we say it: quest kicks lorenzo ass Apr 27, 2020 1:01:42 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2020 1:01:42 GMT -5

lorenzo pevek.
(day seven)

"Hold on. I have an idea."

Cool! Wait no, no, "hey, I don't-" and she's walking. Lorenzo watched wide eyed as Quest heaves herself up and it's looking rough, "I don't think? We're supposed to get out of bed?" Lorenzo grabbed the side of his bed, craning his neck ever more to keep an eye on the girl next to him. Shit, couldn't they die or something by putting too much strain on their body? He hadn't been paying attention to the nurse much when she told him to lay back down, maybe it was just that their legs would fall off or some shit.

I mean, that's still bad, but not as bad as dying to death. Oh god she's walking- "NURSE?!" More so stumbling, without the I.V. stand she couldn't stay up so Lorenzo knows he should kick that shit the second something goes awry. What if she thinks it's still the games? What if she doesn't fucking care?

"Hey, hey, I'm sure the nurses will be back soon!"

Lorenzo lifts his hands in front of his chest, don't panic, don't panic. A mantra, really, for himself or for Quest, he could panic and piss her off; she could panic and kill him. For a second he doesn't realize one is worse, a little numb to the scare of killing, "you liked my prayer, huh?" Uhhh"hhhhh"hhh, not a good tone.

Not a ... completely bad tone? Which could go either way, truly, he's only ever heard her talk one other time and that was when she was busy getting killed as fuck, so it's difficult to cross-reference. He bites his tongue, squeezing his thumb as he watches her shuffle in the room. Should he help? Should he push the bitch over?

"Why don’t you close your eyes and I can teach you another little prayer?”

Ahh shit, he weighed his options here very carefully so pay attention. On his left hand, sits him actually doing it, which is... stupid, but thankfully, so is Lorenzo at fourteen years old and six days with birds picking at his brain. This option, rationally, is a very poor choice he realizes as he is at the mercy of a wrathful, potential murderer named Quest and she has red hair, which is very frightening for some reason. In his right hand is the option of him doing anything that requires brain power, deceit or wit.

He closes his eyes. "Uhh, okay partner," left eye first, then his right. She shuffles steadily, maybe she's breaking them out of here- wait, it's only a curtain between them and the nurses. Hmm, maybe she's... going past the curtain? And going to get food or maybe she has a book she brought with her all about Ripred, Lorenzo doesn't actually want to hear about it, but it'd be respectful at least.

"Whenever you're ready, I guess!"

Please don't kill me.

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and we say it: quest kicks lorenzo ass Apr 29, 2020 22:41:11 GMT -5

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Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Apr 29, 2020 22:41:11 GMT -5

It didn’t come as a shock to me that the kid from ten was a few filaments short of a lightbulb.

I’m guessing it came from getting kicked in the head from a horse or a donkey, or whatever kind of accidents happened to farm kids. That’s about the extent I’d ever thought of ten, other than the slides they used to show us in geography class. I mean, I’d heard too that they liked to fuck each other’s cousins – I think Wilfred once said something about Mace and Saffron being practically related – so that could’ve played a part, too. At least in six we had the good sense to fuck other people’s cousins, and not just our own.

So I’m standing over him, hand on the IV pole, looking at this kid who’s just started to realize that I mean business. The gears turned in his brain so hard I could swear that I could see smoke coming out of his ears. God. He’d been brought back to life just like the rest of us, and the sad part was that he’d survived just as long as I had, practically speaking (I did die after this motherfucker, though). How much shit had I had to put up with Shy to stay alive? Fighting tooth and nail every day, and then taking on the girls that were gilded to the nines with armor. And this brain dead knuckle dragger expired just a few seconds before I did.

Not that I hadn’t chosen to die. I’d looked at Denali and Lex and back at Shy and Carmen and knew they’d never make it if one of them had gone for them. So I rolled up and decided it was my time, just as I’d told myself at the start. I’d be going home in a casket, and not back to six, where there was nothing left for me.

‘Whenever you're ready, I guess!’

What was it about men to have the audacity to think that everything would just work out for them? To have had the fear that something could happen to them but, no, you know what? Nothing was going to go wrong, because he just existed. And maybe that’s where the world had failed the boy from ten: he’d coasted right on through without ever having to suffer any consequences. Well, aside from dying in the eightieth hunger games.

“Okay, so,” I moved to grasp the edges of one of his pillows and started to slowly shift it out from his big fat head. “I wanted to throw it up to the woman upstairs watching over us, blessed and highly favored, keeping me alive… she’s good, praise her.”

I pulled out the pillow and held it in my hands, staring down at his face.

“Now, help me out,” I leaned in to start pressing the pillow against the boy’s face. I shifted my weight into it. I grinned, and laughed because I was still high as fuck. “And figure out how to… make sure…” I struggled with the pillow and to keep my balance. “We take care of this dumb ass!”