Rusty
I can stay, so I’ll write one up now.
And I’d RP with Chris but like, Clove and Gale… There’s not a situation for that. And Chris is too good.
Are you drunk?
I used to be love drunk, but now I’m hungover
I can stay, so I’ll write one up now.
And I’d RP with Chris but like, Clove and Gale… There’s not a situation for that. And Chris is too good.
Are you drunk?
I used to be love drunk, but now I’m hungover
Clove looked at herself in a mirror, smirking. She was so tired of these over privileged Capitol people. They had no idea what it was like being sentenced to a public viewing of your death. Not that she planned on dying of course. She’d come out on top, just like she did at the academy.
This year’s stylist hadn’t been too creative. More obscure. She couldn’t really tell how gold and wings inspired the thought of District Two, but who was she to argue? It was definitely eye catching. Turning from the window, she walked over to where Cato stood and punched his arm.
”Ready to go?” Clove asked, placing her hands on her hips as she looked up at him from where she stood. It was almost time to be paraded around in the Tribute Parade for the Captiol citizens.
I can stay, so I’ll write one up now.
And I’d RP with Chris but like, Clove and Gale… There’s not a situation for that. And Chris is too good.
I bet she’ll have a fly in her soup next. And eat it.
(Source: tribute-clove, via tribute-katnisseverdeen)
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(Source: tribute-clove, via tribute-katnisseverdeen)