the first note. //fireflyz
Oct 10, 2020 0:28:40 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 10, 2020 0:28:40 GMT -5
A M E L I A
It was depressing, wandering the training center without her sister by her side. She felt empty, incomplete. She’d taken to carrying a notebook around, writing down her thoughts on her many competitors as she learned more about them. Assessing strengths and weaknesses, or at least trying to. The escort had told her she had a one-strike policy concerning the pencil. The moment she stabbed someone with it, she’d be confined to her quarters until the bloodbath.
It made her wonder who had caused such a rule to be put in place more than anything else. But she’d been lost in her musings about the careers and whether or not they were the psychopaths the games painted them as being.
From the replays she’d watched of the last few games, most careers seemed more like they were on the verge of tears at any given moment more than anything else. It was that thought she was stuck on when she slammed into somebody in the hall, the point of her pencil snapping off on the page.
“Watch where you’re—“
Oh, she thought. The boy from ten. She knew who he was because he had been ass up on the training floor more than once while the trainer screamed bloody murder for him to well, get his ass up. She could see why. It was kind of a nice one.
Amelia froze, slowly crossing her arms, tucking the notebook in her armpit and tilting her head to one side. If only Audrey was with her, it was difficult, so worrisome to talk to people without any backup, any snide side comments or comforting presence. Who was she supposed to share knowing looks with without her sister by her side? Amelia sucked at the inside of her cheek and stared the boy down.
Never let the other person know what you’re thinking, that was first grade stuff back in nine. “You forget how to look up, Ten? That’s you always down on the mats right?” She smirked, in what she hoped was a challenging way.
It made her wonder who had caused such a rule to be put in place more than anything else. But she’d been lost in her musings about the careers and whether or not they were the psychopaths the games painted them as being.
From the replays she’d watched of the last few games, most careers seemed more like they were on the verge of tears at any given moment more than anything else. It was that thought she was stuck on when she slammed into somebody in the hall, the point of her pencil snapping off on the page.
“Watch where you’re—“
Oh, she thought. The boy from ten. She knew who he was because he had been ass up on the training floor more than once while the trainer screamed bloody murder for him to well, get his ass up. She could see why. It was kind of a nice one.
Amelia froze, slowly crossing her arms, tucking the notebook in her armpit and tilting her head to one side. If only Audrey was with her, it was difficult, so worrisome to talk to people without any backup, any snide side comments or comforting presence. Who was she supposed to share knowing looks with without her sister by her side? Amelia sucked at the inside of her cheek and stared the boy down.
Never let the other person know what you’re thinking, that was first grade stuff back in nine. “You forget how to look up, Ten? That’s you always down on the mats right?” She smirked, in what she hoped was a challenging way.
H A L E
