hummingbird feat. [ tac & vita ]
Tagging → Tacitus Constantine & Vita Mouritz.
Time frame → Morning post Training Day #3 (9:45 AM).
He was sitting in the MLTA. For the most part, most tributes were sleeping in, adapting to Capitol lifestyle of luxury as it were. He had been up since the crack of dawn; for him it was like clockwork, up at 4:45 to catch the sunrise and get right to work. There were no breaks, day-offs, just work, work, and more work. Sitting here waiting for the arena was threatening to make him go stir-crazy.
Presently, he was reading a note written by his mentorAmoremorally,
``Dear TAC. A little birdie told me that you didn't like my special shake I slaved over making for you so you could continue to indulge yourself in rare steak and cupcakes galore. Well, turns out I've been too fucking nice so, guess what lumberjack, no more cupcakes until you apologize for complaining to SKILL how bad it was! That's an order!
Withlove,
Amorem.
He sighed. Starring at him in the face, along with his small mountain of scrambled egg whites and bacon, was an intimidatingly large glass of the goopy, disgusting liquid he was forced to drink three times a-day. He couldn't hide the glass either, pour it out and be stealthy. He knew they were filled with enough nutrients to make up for his frivolous diet. He took the glass in his hands and swirled it around unenthusiastically. This had to be some mild form of torture.










