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@zelle-v
Zelle: 1 new IM from Anya
Anya: Alright, come over to Kent suite 207 room A. I've got the whole double room to myself for now so you can crash too if you want
Zelle: On my way. Oh and really? Because this idiot leaves their shit everywhere.
“Hmm. Maybe I will. I’ve always enjoyed the outdoors.” She smirked. “I bet I’d be a hit. It’d make an interesting twist to my life story, that’s for sure.”
Zelle sorted. “Right. Of course you’d somehow take that as a compliment. Well thanks for the I.T help.”
Salt, Iron, when it comes to possession I would say holy water but that’s demons more than poltergeists…a lot goes into it actually.
I...I don’t even know what to say to that. How many ghosts have you exterminated?
Hopefully. Why’d he have to do it near the food? Ugh.
Because guys are dirty grubs. Obviously.
Zelle: 1 new IM from Anya
Anya: I've got the vodka bottle at hand now- well two just in case
Anya: Where are you anyways?
Zelle: Oh I'm crashing with a friend until I get accommodation sorted. How about I just come to yours. It's fucking cold out anyway.
Zelle: 1 new IM from Anya
Anya: Vodka it is
Anya: Plain or mixed with something else?
Anya: Also when are you free so I can actually get the drinks to you
Zelle: honestly I just need to get drunk
Zelle: you can come over now for all I care
old tricks, open
Reese wouldn’t say her life was charmed, but she did okay. She did what she needed to get what she needed. Which usually meant open legs, so to speak. Those old tricks were not going to work in here, at least not completely. Her only hope to survive a while, as far as she was concerned, was to build allies, then use them for all she could. She had been watching the lone finger try to light a fire for a while now, and when their frustration was at peek, she moved in. “You need to rub the sticks faster- here.” She crouched down to help, offering a small smile.
“Bloody, fucking, fire...” Zelle was seething. Her fingers were blistering from the rubbing of wood against her palms and still nothing. “Fuck!” She hissed lowly, finally depositing the sticks unceremoniously upon the leaves she’d built. She jumped as someone spoke, drawing closer to her. Her dagger was already in her hands, and she aimed it towards the other girl. Gizelle inwardly cursed herself for dropping her guard, but then the other girl was kneeling where she’d been kneeling, starting her fire. She said nothing and only watched suspiciously.
No One’s Here To Sleep || Open
The games had begun and already Anya’s hands were stained with the blood of tributes from some other districts, those whose names’ she didn’t even know who had families waiting for them back home- the ones who’d begged for mercy who she’d just swiftly put an end to without looking back because she had no choice. She wasn’t going to die here, not now at least. Anya wasn’t here to win the games like her father had trained her to do all those years, she was here to give him the hope that she was doing exactly as she had been taught to do all her life and then, when there were only two or three other tributes left, Anya would let them kill her and she’d die happily with a smile on her face. She had no time for repent over the lives she’d so seemingly callously taken, no. She had a plan.
It was while she was setting up shelter, finding herself a good burrow hidden by mosses when she heard the footsteps, her dagger immediately coming to hand as she held her breath and waited for them to near before tackling them, only to find them ready as she fell back, dagger held out to warn them off,
“Do not take another step towards me or I will hurt you” She warned dangerously
She hadn’t expected the blood to be so warm, she got used to it after the first kill. Now it was everywhere, her face, her hair and caked beneath her nails. She needed to wash it off, even though she was no longer gagging from it’s metallic smell. She wondered what her brother must be thinking. He had to be watching the broadcast, right? God, she hadn’t wanted to come. She’d stood motionless for what was probably only a few seconds, but felt like a lifetime after her name had been chosen. The thing was, with each kid she finished off it got easier. It was exactly like tapping into that careless, dark mode she often did with ease. Except instead of dealing with idiots in her neighbourhood it was kids about to wet themselves. But Zelle wouldn’t wet herself.
She picked her way through the brush in search of a water source, a dagger strapped to her waist. She paused as she heard scrabbling amongst the bushes, the dagger was in her hand in an instant as a girl stepped into her path. It was the girl from district four. She had always trained alone, but Gizelle had watched her. She’d respect the other girl if it weren’t for this tournament.
At her words, Zelle chuckled hollowly. “Oh yeah, babydoll? I’d like to see you try.”
Alright, just let me know when. -grabs her phone and puts her number in- Just make sure I have time to grab my gear.
Gear? What exactly does your ghost busting entail?
Zelle: 1 new IM from Anya
Anya: Is that sarcasm, I can't tell through text
Anya: So I'm taking it didn't go good huh?
Anya: Want me to bring over some vodka or something to take your mind off of things for a bit?
Zelle: Affirmative on the sarcasm
Zelle: Vodka would be fantastic
Oh my… well, that’s pretty disgusting. I’m embarrassed.
Don't worry. If you’re lucky the fire purified your marshmallows.
They need to stop. All of my marshmallows taste like kerosene and I’m sure that isn’t healthy.
I hope those aren’t from the communal marshmallows. I saw a guy take a piss near there earlier.
Zelle: 1 new IM from Anya
Anya: Well he seems nice, I helped him cook noodles in the chem lab during the blackout
Anya: How'd the writing class go? Did you catch up?
Zelle: I'm sure he did
Zelle: I guess you could say that...we're not really close anymore.
This bonfire smells like kerosene.
That would be the kerosene the idiots are running this thing on.
As Zelle bumped her shoulder against his playfully he returned the gesture with a laugh,
“I don’t doubt that for a second and I get to see you working- if I don’t distract you that is. So it’s a win-win”
Zelle laughed again, not entirely sure what is was she was doing. She was certain this went beyond the contract she had mentally signed. Fuck it.
“Oh prepare your eyes, sir,” she said with a wink before she threw the door open to her class, offering a smile to her instructor. “Sorry, I’m late. I had an artistic emergency. This is my muse,” she announced as she gestured to Quinn.
Zelle: 1 new IM from Anya
Anya: I met your brother
Anya: Do neither of you know that the other goes to King?
Anya: Because he seemed pretty taken back when I told him I knew you
Zelle: Believe me I was pretty taken aback when he waltzed into my writing class.
Grayson Villiers: 1 new IM from: Gizelle Villiers
Gizelle: Lunch tomorrow. Don't fuck it up.
