It's About Knowing What To Do // Renee x Bailey {Blitz}
Jun 8, 2016 3:32:15 GMT -5
Post by Onyx on Jun 8, 2016 3:32:15 GMT -5
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Anyone who is afraid of Peacekeepers is a fool.
All sorts of men and women passed through the doors of my Office, but those glorified guard-dogs were always the same. It's reassuring to know, as I draw my face away from this one's left neck, leaving a perfect scarlet heart behind while he whimpers blissfully, that they are of a very similar flavour in the Capitol. Their reputation is as living statues, cold and stone-faced, or as forest fires, furious, unprejudiced and relentless in their brutality. But I've seen enough of them stripped down to their shiny skin to know better. They're more like snails: remove that shiny white shell, and all you're left with is a soft, vulnerable mound of flesh. And when it comes to matters of the flesh, I'm an expert. "Come again, Renée," the snail moans from behind me, and I hear murmurs of agreement from our ivory-armoured audience, too. I turn and smile as I finish reapplying my lipstick and straighten my curls. "You know my price." Come again, indeed. I thought it would be easy to get information about what the Gamemakers have in store for us, but even the most optimistic idiot in the world couldn't have imagined it being this easy.
The door slides closed behind me with a click, and the next sound is the uncharacteristic gasp that swishes between my lips as I see the thing, cruel-looking girl standing behind me, staring. I pull a smile back on to my lips, eradicating any sign that my fellow tribute has startled me - but before I have a chance to reclaim my power by breaking the silence, she speaks first. “Care to share what you learned?" Smart enough to recognise what I'm doing (I wouldn't put that past some of the others, not even the Careers), but I'm still thrown by her sheer insolence in skipping past any courtesy when introducing herself to me. If I needed any more proof, her next words prove that she doesn't care at all, "don’t worry you can share with me; after all, I am just a girl from District Ten who stands no real threat to a career like you.” "Oh, honey," I interrupt, shaking my head with amusement, "I'm no Career." I think of how disappointed many viewers must be by those words, but I find them oddly reassuring for myself. There's no expectation for me - I can be whatever I want. And right now, what I want to be is a friend.
"I'm Renée, anyway, and you're pretty cute," bold has always been my way, and hopefully it will throw her off guard a little, too. I aim to be like a hummingbird, beautiful and unpredictable, whether I'm pursuing the attractions of my counterpart or not. My smile grows warmer, "I reckon I have a lipstick that's just your colour. Want to try it?" If I can seem harmless now, perhaps I can give everyone a surprise a week from now. Then, any information I get from the Peacekeepers can be a bonus.
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