bathroom etiquette { sutton / nanette }

n a n e t t e .

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Sutton Mae.

I believe she was sister to the recent victor; Lysander Mae.

She wasn't reaped, instead had decided to volunteer to participate in the same game her sister had. I didn't know why, but I wanted to know. I wanted to know if Lysander had encouraged it, just how much help she might receive from her older sister. How much of an advantage it might be to be kin to a victor who was invested in brining you home. I had barely spoken with Beck, nor Annie, but I could tell that they did not wish to see me or Turner dead. But they were resigned to knowing that the chances of us coming home were small enough not to get their hopes up.

I had seen her a few moments disappear into the bathroom. Giving her a few moments I begin to make my way over, pushing open the door with ease I make my way over to the basin. Turning on the faucet I run the cool water over my wrists, splashing it on the back of my neck as Sutton comes to stand by a basin. Quickly flicking off the tap I reach for a hand towel, turning to rest against the bench I run an eye over the other girl.

"Sutton Mae, yeah?" I dry my hands, tossing the towel into the bin assigned for it. "Sister to a victor," I pause tilting my head to the side as I give the girl a look from head to toe. "Hoping to follow in her foot steps, get a crown on that pretty blonde head?"