Blake Torrez

My Lipgloss Be Poppin’ || Arena Day 1 || Blake

The knife is lodged in there good, but Shannon doesn’t seem to mind. She leans forward to try and take a bite out of you. I’d try wrenching it out and then taking this bitch down.

OS the rest of this fight, Shannon is slow but she’s still deadly. Once you’ve fought Shannon you can spend the night in this store where you’ll be safe until morning.

#HOPE U LIKE THIS SICK MEME

#tbparena1 #closed

THE BIGGEST BADDEST BITCH OF DISTRICT 9. CATCH HER IN THE ARENA. FUCKING SHIT UP.

BLAKE TORREZ DEMOCRATIC NOMINEE OF THE 2016 ELECTION <3 XD :P

My Lipgloss Be Poppin’ || Arena Day 1 || Blake

Whilst looking you come across some cute panties and bras, some nice bath salts, creams and a variety of bath bombs. However you can hear the sound of someone or something approaching you. She looks like a sales assistant but a little… rotten and hungry.

Write an OS about your altercation with Shannon the zombie. Be careful not to get bitten!

I hear heavy breathing and footsteps. I turn around and grasp my knife harder. The lady is approaching me is not a tribute. She looks like a moldy piece of bread. But in human form. She barred her teeth and growled at me. I was not going to let some zombie freak take me out. Her name tag said Shannon. Probably a mut or something along those lines. She was walking slowly now, so I raise my arm back and throw the knife at her. Somehow, the training paid off. And I got a hit at her stomach.

Shannon stumbled back a little, but she narrowed her eyes and began to charge at me. She didn’t look the most stable at running, so I dashed through the store. Shit, I needed to get that knife back. I was knocking panties and bras everywhere. I didn’t have time to open my backpack, but my knife stayed lodged into her shoulder.

My Lipgloss Be Poppin’ || Arena Day 1 || Blake

When you enter the lingerie store called Sox Box, you notice the lighting is very dim, the smell of perfume is slightly overwhelming. Cute and very lacy underwear and bras are laid out nicely throughout the store.

The smell was harsh. Much different from the comforting smells of warm bread and cinnamon... Now was not the time to get emotional and home sick. It was hard to see, but I entered anyway. With my cleaver knife in hand, I approached carefully and slowly. I went and looked at the underwear and bras. Cute. I would have loved to snag them but I had no purpose to. I opened the drawers containing the bras and underwear, rummaging through. Maybe I would find something of good use? I continued in the store, looking for something. Anything of significance.

My Lipgloss Be Poppin’ || Arena Day 1 || Blake

You’re very lucky that no one has noticed you leave the store, but fortunately for you you leave very easily. With Meredith, Salem and Saphir still battling outside the entrance for the red section, you see the entrance for the yellow section up ahead. Directly next to you is a shoe store, and near are clothing, jewellery and lingerie stores. What is your next move?

#tbparena1 #blake is so dumb #i love it

I’m doing alright. Nothing too bad yet. Of course that meant something bad was going to happen. I look ahead and see the yellow section. But something draws me to stay. I could walk there and have it be full of people. Nah. I survey my options, knife in hand. Shoe store, clothing, jewelry, lingerie. My shoes seem fine, not worth wasting time. Clothing seems fine for right now, maybe later. Jewelry was never something I bothered with. I knew it would attract some of the career girls. Now lingerie... Nobody would expect me to go in there. Maybe I could go in and put on some fancy lingerie. If I found Joan... Perfect! That would get me tons of sponsors. Maybe I can dress up and run around the arena. Distracting people with my dashing good looks. Give the capitol the show they wanted. Before I realized it, I was giggling to myself as I was staring at a lingerie store. People probably thought I was insane. Was I going insane already? I entered the store anyway.

My Lipgloss Be Poppin’ || Arena Day 1 || Blake

On the back of the packet of the selection of knives you picked, you notice a big red sticker that says ‘5 BN’, the price perhaps? You also see that the selling of knives to a person under the age of 18 is strictly prohibited. Do you risk trying to leave the shop with the knives and hope you don’t get caught? Or do you stay inside of the store?

I see that the knives I have chosen have price tags. However, I am broke. The rational part of me knows, that this is bad. But, its the games. They are here for a reason. Fuck the law. I pray nobody else is in the store. Quickly and quietly, I head back out towards where I entered.

My Lipgloss Be Poppin’ || Arena Day 1 || Blake

As you enter the store aptly called ‘Knife Party’ you notice that it’s just like any old kitchen appliance store. Inside you’ll find a range of toasters, whisks, baking equipment, knives, chopping boards, aprons and specialist baking ingredients. There is no one in the store, or at least no one that you can see.

I enter the store, looking around. I know that whatever I take, I will have to carry until I die or till the end. It makes me a little proud knowing I have lasted longer than my sister Petra in the games. I wonder if my little brothers are watching me now. I head towards the knife section and put my hunting knife in my bag. I rummage around and end up picking up a sturdy and strong cleaver knife with a resemblance to an ax. I also grab two chef’s knives.

My Lipgloss Be Poppin’ || Arena Day 1 || Blake

There was blood. So much blood. People falling everywhere. It was much different seeing it on a screen versus in person. My nose hurt like a bitch but I was glad to have a bag on my back. I kept going and going. It looked like a mall. Scratch that, it was a mall. I had never been in one, but it was recognizable from the videos from the capitol.

I ended up in the center of a section with 13 stores around me. Standing in the center, I heard talking behind me. I needed to get out of plain sight. I decided to check my bag first. I kept having to wipe the blood off my nose as it kept going into my mouth. I examined the map first. It was a mall, filled with four sections others were bound to be in right now. I recognized myself as being in the red section. I examined the rest of the materials, taking out the hunting knife. I knew I had to preserve the food, even though I felt sick to my stomach. I took a small swig of the Nestea then put it back. The biggest blessing I had received was the first aid kit, but I would save that for later. I packed back up and with knife in hand, was ready. The pain and bloodstream was slowing down. I constantly checked to see if blood was falling anywhere other than onto my shirt or sleeve. I didn’t want a trail.

I heard the voices grow louder, so I weighed my options. There was a dollar store, a bookstore, home furnishing store, a clothing store and a kitchen appliances store. In addition, a large sports store. I had no interest of leaving this section as long as I was alone. The bookstore was the least expectable place. I needed new clothing, but a kitchen appliances store. I knew what possibilities could be in there. I decided to enter the kitchen appliances store.

Blake’s Interview Outfit

#Interviews

Interview

Caesar: Next we have the beauty hailing all the way from District 9, Blake Torrez!

Blake: *walks up to stage smiling confidently and waving* Hi Caesar! I'm so happy to be here! *smiles and takes a seat*

Caesar: Now Blake, what do you think of all this? The huge Capitol?

Blake: It's simply amazing. Its so hard to put into words! *giggles and pushes back hair* Everything from the buildings to the food... It's breathtaking!

Caesar: What about the other tributes? We have some breathtaking ones here tonight. *laughs with the crowd*

Blake: Yes, there are some breathtaking tributes here tonight. All the other tributes are so nice, some nicer than others. *smiles*

Caesar: Who are these people that are nicer than others? Are you implying some romance between you and a certain tribute. *raises eyebrows*

Blake: Caesar! *hits his leg playfully and laughs* There is a reason that what happens in the tribute center is classified. *winks*

Caesar: I wish I knew the details! Do you miss home at all?

Blake: I miss home immensely. I love District 9 and its been the hardest thing in the world to be without my two little siblings. *turns to camera and waves* I miss you Barley and Rachelle!

Caesar: Too cute! Now lets get serious. *pauses for dramatic effect* For those who don't remember, Blake's sister Petra Torrez was actually a tribute for District 9 a few years back. *some of the crowd sighs* What has that been like? Coming here after your sister?

Blake: I-It's been a little difficult. *eyes water a little bit* Oh Caesar you are making me cry! *wipes tears away* I loved her very much and its hard to be here after she passed, but I'm going to take this opportunity and win in her honor. *the crowd applauds*

Caesar: You are a very strong girl Blake. Give it up for Blake Torrez of District 9! *crowd cheers*

Blake: *walks off blowing kisses and smiling*

#TBPInterviews

Sea Sick > Suite > Joan + Blake

Why was it that everything that I thought in my head sounded so nice and smooth, but as soon as I opened my mouth, my words decided they were on a suicide mission?

She seemed to be calming down, albeit slowly, which still was a good sign. I felt her shaky breathing below my palm, and careened my neck to lean on her. She stay quiet for awhile, and I just listened to her hiccups fill the silence of the room. Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup…

The question hit me hard, not expecting it. Me? Scared? Why would I be scared? I could take more than half of the tributes here, and probably had a nicer chance than most of making it home. So my words surprised me.

“Yeah,” I whispered, catching her eyes. I didn’t explain why, because I might go on a tangent and go into hysterics. I didn’t want to become a killer, even though I knew it was right below my surface. I didn’t want to turn into someone I wasn’t, just to go home to nothing. I didn’t deserve to go home, not like so many others did, who’s family and friends needed them. That’s why I was scared.

Her eyes were damp from crying, red from her episode, but I was still frozen under her small hands. My cheeks were warm, but not in the embarrassed-and-red fashion like earlier. I felt calmer, more at ease, even with her posed question. My heartbeat seemed as loud as her hiccups.

I leaned forward, my hand resting on her lap, and pressed my lips to her forehead. I hesitated there for a moment, hugging her to myself in the quiet as if saying thank you. I felt her relax under my touch, her body easing up under mine. I leaned back and looked away, touching my cheek. Now I was embarrassed.

“Sorry,” I uttered.

Feeling her arms around me hugging me made me feel like there was hope. I wished I could be in this position with her sitting on the beach as she braided my hair. My heart beat steadily but I could feel hers going at rapid pace. My cheeks were now dry, but not soaking anymore. I didn’t know if I wanted to be home or with her. Either way, I couldn’t get both in the end. I would get neither most likely.

I felt her kiss my forehead, spreading tingly sensations through out my body. I felt all the words that she wished she could say through that. I saw her cheeks turn red with embarrassment as she apologized. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breathe.

I knew a few things for a fact. 1. I liked this girl. 2. I was not going home. 3. I was going to die. The first one was the only positive out of the bunch. But with my list, I knew that I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about being embarrassed. I had a few days left before I died and I would make the most of it.

I looked back up at her and scooted closer to her. A part of me felt ridiculous because I probably looked like hell, but I didn’t care. I put both my hands on her cheeks and closed my eyes. I kissed her gently and quickly, not knowing how she would reciprocate the feelings. “Was that okay?” I asked.

#gay #sea sick #joan

Sea Sick > Suite > Joan + Blake

I felt as if she’d just shot an arrow through my heart, rendering me speechless and motionless in her grasp. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I’d had an easy life - a very, very easy life, up until now. I’d run around on beaches all day, laughed in a comfortable house, and ignored the Games until a week ago. I’d never had to worry, never had to feel so many things at once. It was surreal, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

“They’re kinda scary, huh?” I murmured, though my broken voice came out more like shattered glass than the English language. I tried again, my arm hooked around the back of her shaking body. I knew that she was right. I was one of the scary ones. And it didn’t make me happy.

“I think they’re really proud of you for just trying. You want to be a teacher, right? That’s the best thing you could be teaching them. Trying.” I said quietly, my words muffled in her silken hair. Her tears soaked into my shoulder, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind at all.

She wasn’t very good with words but her presence was warm and inviting. I wiped my nose with my hand and turned so the side of my head was against her chest. I kept hiccuping. I looked up at her to see genuine deep brown eyes. I wished I was at the beach and not here. I wish I hadn’t gotten so attached while I was being sent to the slaughter. I wished a lot of things.

Hiccup. “Are you scared?” I asked her, tilting my head up.

#gay #sea sick #joan

Sea Sick > Suite > Joan + Blake

I’ve never been the best at saying what I mean. So how much must it say of me that after hearing her spill all of that, the first thing to come to mind to say was technically, you’re a dead woman walking?

I choked down the emotion rising and ran a hand through my hair that had escaped its elastic hold. What could I say to comfort her? Yeah, you might die, but at these odds, the rest of your family should be safe from the Games? Your death should be mostly painless? Your sister must be watching down over you?

I sat down next to her on the bed, hand outreached to lay on her back. I could feel her sobs wrack through my bones, and I realized she’d probably been holding this in since all of this started. I sighed, not knowing what to say, but my heart hurt. It shouldn’t hurt, I told myself. I had to stay strong, but if staying strong meant not caring for this girl who made butterflies assault my stomach, then I wasn’t strong at all.

“You could win. You never know.” I murmured, and I meant it. The Careers could kill each other off, and then it would be fair game. Or she could just outsmart everyone. Or… my mouth dried up, and I rubbed circles around her back, trying to sooth her.

“You could win and go home.” I felt useless, sitting there near her but not able to actually say anything of value. I thought about asking her about her siblings, but realized that might make things worse. Or about Petra, but that definitely would have made things worse. Instead, I just sat and drew patterns through the thin fabric of her shirt, over and over again.

#she is so childish omg #gay #sea sick #joan

I felt so vulnerable. And I was. I was vulnerable and weak, exposing myself to this girl I had known for four days. Goosebumps crawled over my skin as she rubbed my back. Physical interaction felt warm, especially coming from the amazing Joan. I tried to wipe my tears away and speak. It felt like there was a knot in my throat, “I can’t. Have you seen those people out there! They are two times my size and,” I hiccuped, “and-and ruthless! You are one of them Joan,” I said taking her hand in mine.

“You are really strong and you have the beach to go home to and a whole life. I was never spectacular or a loser. I was normal. Just a number. I don’t matter. My parents will cry and my family will cry but they will get on. Just like they did for Petra,” I spoke, trying to wipe the tears away but more kept replacing them like a leaky faucet. “I tried so hard - so hard - to protect my family but I’m going to be the one that’s hurting them.”

I turned around to face Joan with her black hair and pale skin. I was bearing my heart and soul to this girl. She looked very frozen and nervous, but I just needed a reminder that I was alive. I slid over and hugged her tightly, smelling her salty conditioner. I essentially curled up to her, resting my head on her chest like a small child. I felt bad for getting her shirt wet.

Sea Sick > Suite > Joan + Blake

I couldn’t even feel embarrassed at my state of disarray. I grabbed the towel that I’d dropped earlier and tried dragging it through my hair a few more times to get it to stop soaking the floor, but it didn’t work very well. I smiled at her, waving her over to sit on the bed, which was the only place that wasn’t completely drenched.

“You forgot dreaming about water,” I mused once she was inside, feeling the nerves tickle my throat as I spoke. She was pretty, which was all I could really think about right now. She should be in a beauty pageant, not a fight to the death.

“I’m glad training is over; my muscles are about to fall off of my arms.” I laughed, hanging my arms out in front of me. They started shaking shortly after from exertion. They’d be fine come morning, I knew, but it was funny to watch my muscles spasm all the same. Made everything feel a little more real.