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new rules / perdita & terra blitz Jun 3, 2020 19:13:22 GMT -5

Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jun 3, 2020 19:13:22 GMT -5

terra
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When I see the girl from Four sitting by herself, I don't really think twice about it before I take my tray, absolutely loaded up to the very edges, a mountain of food in the middle, and plop myself down right across from her.

I don't really—

You know, I was going to say I don't know why I went up to her, but I think if I'm being real with myself, then I know that the real reason is that every time I see her, she's all by herself. I'm not really the kind of person who's going to cry at some girl's sob story, but there's a hollowness behind her eyes that makes me think about long nights spent in Kingpin's house, no one else around, feeling like I was where I belonged and yet somehow still also like I would never be allowed to be anywhere else.

Like, even though it was home, I was caged.

That girl—she looks like she built her own cage, and if I have to kill her later, I'd really rather not have it in the back of my head that she didn't deserve it.

"You gonna eat that?" I ask, pointing at the dessert sitting in front of her, but I reach out and take it before she really has a chance to reply.

I've always been like that. Too comfortable.

It's what made me such a good bloodhound—nothing could stop me once I got started.

Last Edit: Jun 3, 2020 19:37:07 GMT -5 by 🌱 kaitlin.

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new rules / perdita & terra blitz Jun 4, 2020 12:12:00 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Jun 4, 2020 12:12:00 GMT -5

perdita
leto

They think her a tragedy. She doesn't care.

When her fellow tributes speak, she listens to them. When they take a step closer, she pulls back. She leaves. Because it's easier this way, because she did not come here to make friends. She is not looking to be saved, or feared, or healed.

But she is not here to be cruel, she is not trying make enemies out of ghosts. She has plenty enough, as it stands. Perdita Leto wakes up each day with a knife pressed to her throat, and she has learned not to flinch. Not to cry. Not to feel anything.

And one day, she promises herself, she will let go of that blade. But for now she sits there, in the cafeteria with a plate barely filled with food, and she stares down at her hands and counts each knuckle because that's easier than remembering.

Anything. Any part of her life.

"You gonna eat that?" She looks up just in time to see a dainty girl reaching across the table and stealing her pastry. Her eyes study the tribute; the sinewy muscles along her bicep, the feline grace of her movements, the low purr of her voice.

This is a threat, Perdita thinks.

But all she says is, "No, not now. Are you gonna eat this?" She doesn't even reach for anything in particular, mirroring the girl's actions and snatching whatever is nearest to her. Something meaty, it seems, and slick with grease.

She takes a bite, and tears her teeth through the skin, and she holds the girl's gaze like it's a challenge. Or maybe it's an olive branch; maybe it's some horrible mix of the two and she's whittled it down into another weapon to use.

"Thanks. That really hit the spot."

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new rules / perdita & terra blitz Jun 4, 2020 16:15:48 GMT -5

Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jun 4, 2020 16:15:48 GMT -5

terra
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The girl bristles, but I don't really take it to mean much other than she probably has her head screwed on more or less pretty straight; people tend to get a little stiff whenever I'm around. I suppose I don't look like much at first glance, but a closer look, something in my eyes—I think it puts people on edge.

People being on edge around me? All it does is make me respect someone.

When the girl mimics my own words, I'm halfway through a reply before she'd reaching right across the table, too. "Probably, but go f—" and then her hands are in my plate and she's shoving the meat into her mouth, clamping down canines and chewing and making eye contact and—fuck, what's fluttering in my stomach?

I feel the faintest glisten of goosebumps before I grin.

I like this bitch.

"Always happy to help get a girl there," I say before I can think twice about it, not that I tend to do much of that. I tilt my head to the side, curious and playful, then bring a bite of the girl's dessert up to my mouth, eating her food first before diving into my own tray. "You got a name or should I refer to you exclusively as lonely girl?"

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new rules / perdita & terra blitz Jun 5, 2020 10:18:46 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Jun 5, 2020 10:18:46 GMT -5

perdita
leto

She's holding her hand in a shark's mouth, watching it smile with all of its teeth on display — but it doesn't bite down. It doesn't tear her arm off, although it surely could. It waits, and it watches, and Perdita brings her fingers up to her mouth and sucks away the grease.

There's a horrible part of her — the lonely and hypocritical part that wants to be filled until it's too full — that finds herself drawn in, buzzing with excitement and danger. This is a girl that could kill her in only a matter of days. This is a girl that Perdita could ruin.

And she's been here before, held this knife in her hand and tilted her head at just the right angle. Because when the light catches those brown eyes, when her lips part just slightly, she knows what she is capable of. There is a long line of men who want to save Perdita Leto.

But here is this woman, and she promises the opposite.

'I will be your end.'

That excites her, and she tries not to be ashamed of it. But she still pulls back, tries to push away the recklessness that has always guided her life. The girl has strawberry jam on her chin, and she wants to reach to wipe it away, but instead she looks down at her plate.

"Always happy to help get a girl there."

There's a pause, a sharp smirk, a memory.

"My boyfriend wouldn't be too happy about that."

Roland Pomfrey is kind, and steady, and she needs that. She tells herself to stop reaching for the damaged things, to stop cutting her hands on their edges — so that they will try to bandage her, so that she can leave when she is whole again. And they'll be in pieces.

He is not broken, and he is not cruel, and she loves him. She loves him like she has loved so many others; but she promises herself that this one will last. Somehow. Like she had promised herself for the first, and the second. She is a loaded gun promising to never fire again.

"You got a name, or should I refer to you exclusively as lonely girl?"

She snickers at that, swallowing something she can't even name. It had looked good, and that has always been enough for her. "Actually, that's it. But you're pronouncing it wrong." She leans in just a little closer, like it's a girlish secret only for their ears.

"Lone Wolf." Her laugh is short, and airy. Something reserved for rare moments, when the light has caught her eyes like she always planned. "But if that's too hard for you, just call me Perdita." She finds another treat before continuing.

"And you are?"

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new rules / perdita & terra blitz Jun 6, 2020 10:34:35 GMT -5

Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jun 6, 2020 10:34:35 GMT -5

terra
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I can always tell when someone is playing.

I think it's probably one of my better character traits, if I'm being honest, that I can always tell when someone is playing around. I can't help it when she mentions her boyfriend, such an obvious little gesture that says this is going to be a challenge.

As if I haven't already been fighting every day of my life.

By now, I'm pretty used to have to work for what I want.

"He's welcome to help out, too," I say, challenging her right back.

In the back of my head, I wonder what he's like, how he cracked this girl's shell, wriggled his way under the armor and the defenses that she so clearly has up all over the place. Did he know all her weaknesses? Her soft spots? Or did she hide those from him, too? Just use him to try and create something good instead of letting him embrace the scary parts I think she must surely be hiding?

I actually laugh out loud when she calls herself a lone wolf conspiratorially like it's some kind of secret. Her little laugh is so breathy and honest and seems like a surprise even to the lonely girl herself, that I can't help but keep laughing right alongside her. I don't care what kind of walls she has up, she's adorable and no one can change my mind about it.

Well, adorable in the way that I think all threats are.

Something that can be broken down always holds my attention.

"Perdita, hmm," I say, testing her name on my tongue instead of responding right away, feeling the way her name sounds with every syllable. "I'm Terra," I respond absently before talking again without thinking. "Doesn't it make you nervous? Die being right there in your name?"

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new rules / perdita & terra blitz Jun 7, 2020 13:12:42 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Jun 7, 2020 13:12:42 GMT -5

perdita
leto

She's eaten so little, and she's already so full.

Her plate is pushed aside, a small grin on her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest. "He's welcome to help out, too." They are juggling knives, losing their balance on purpose and watching them fall to the ground. Perdita knows when to take a step back.

Terra laughs like a natural disaster. Like a crack of the earth, like a swell of the ocean, like a clap of thunder. And so Perdita keeps sitting there, keeps smirking, because part of her wants to be swept up by the storm. Another part of her just wants to leave.

But she's in a cage now, and she has swallowed the key. So she listens to the way her name sounds rolling off the other girl's tongue, looks at the sharp teeth peeking through the soft pout of her lips. "Doesn't it make you nervous?" Terra asks, always pressing down on the glass.

"Die being right there in your name?" And it cracks, and it cuts, but it does not shatter. Perdita huffs out a little laugh, turning her head to the side and looking out at the cafeteria. There are so many unfamiliar faces, so many unmarked gravestones.

She looks back at Terra, at the girl whose name she has not bothered to speak aloud. It is not special to her. It does not matter. "No, not really." She considers pushing back, taking out one last dagger made of hateful words and ending the game on her own terms.

But she just grins, and laughs, and shrugs it off.

"It's actually on purpose. When I tell people my name, I'm telling them to drop dead."

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new rules / perdita & terra blitz Jun 8, 2020 21:44:22 GMT -5

Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jun 8, 2020 21:44:22 GMT -5

terra
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I can't stop laughing.

My grin is all jagged edges and my teeth are too sharp to ever properly be anything other than a threat, that much I've known for years. Back home in Six, there are only a rare few souls who ever look at me with softness, with kindness, with something resembling peace.

But still, she makes me smile, and surely that's important. Something more than nothing.

I don't miss it when she thinks about standing up. I don't even know if she realizes that she's easy to read, or at least easy enough for me to read; I've spent the better part of the last seventeen years though trying to read people, trying to understand how they think and why they do the things that they do, trying to figure out what they're going to do next.

And Perdita thinks she should walk away.

"Is this the part where I feign offense?" I ask, maybe giving her an out. My grin is wide and welcoming, but she could twist my words easily, use them as a way to say something cruel and walk away. I wouldn't blame her, will respect her either way. Stay or go, either way, she plays with fire. "Do you want me dead, Dita?"

Too comfortable.

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new rules / perdita & terra blitz Jun 11, 2020 11:50:54 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Jun 11, 2020 11:50:54 GMT -5

perdita
leto

Terra's laughter is like an axe.

It swings through the air, rising and falling and coming dangerously close to Perdita's throat. She rolls her shoulders into place, leans in when the other girl does. In a span of minutes, the tension has bled away into something more sinister and compelling.

They are terrors coming face-to-face in the woods.

But they're smiling, and everything still smells like strawberry jam. This is what it's like to meet your murderer, and Perdita knows it. If ever there was a girl to fear, perhaps it would be this one. But then she catches her own reflection, and she snickers.

"Do you want me dead, Dita?"

"If it comes down to me and you, Terra," and now she finally speaks the danger's name, a soft twist of syllables on her tongue, "I'll always choose me." It's the easiest way of saying, 'Yes, I want you to die. I want all of you to die.'

But then she steals a cupcake from Terra's plate, and she licks the blue icing off her finger. This is a distraction, a moment's break from training her body and hardening her mind. And it's terrible, and it's wonderful, but she has always been reckless.

And hungry.

"How do you want me?"