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Post by Seryna on May 8, 2012 18:26:31 GMT -5
The apartment was on the 9th floor and was quite spacious. You walk into a main room decorated in rich brown and grain wheat; with a great brown couch facing a grand television. It could have fit ten people; easily.
A bar with small platters of treats - fruit cups, fruit tarts and miniature pecan pies were set out for any one to nibble on. Two pitchers were on either end of the bar; one was lemonade, the other some sugary drink that tasted like strawberries.
Lyme takes a seat on the couch; gesturing to the television. "We can watch some of the Games promo." She stated. "Or we can relax for awhile."
Micha perched on the end of the couch; quiet. Her expression was pensive. Abigail sank into the seat beside her; her eyes round as she evaluated the lavish apartment.
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 17, 2012 9:40:45 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
Of course he sinks into a chair, after hunting down a glass of water. Lemonade and sugary juice weren't going to keep him hydrated the way he should be. It was why he was eating a little at a time and drinking water and orange juice.
Hydrated and healthy, and never forget what it was to be hungry.
They were already in the arena. Most couldn't see that, but he could. That they were already in the arena. They were already competing for survival. They were already trying to get sponsors and make alliances and were already watching their own backs.
They were already in the arena. Now was just the time to play it smart.
"We're an outlying district, and this isn't a vacation. We don't have the luxury of 'relaxing'. Watching the promos will probably help us to see where we stand in the scheme of things. To see where we need to work on strategy."
Most were in this to survive?
He was in this to win.
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Post by Seryna on May 17, 2012 17:06:30 GMT -5
Lyme gave Jace a look. It could be measuring; an evaluation already being formed. PromoThe woman navigated the control and the television screen filled with arriving trains. You see Emerald, Silver and Emily step from their train, turning towards the cameras. Emerald's red hair is offset by a green scarf and she gives a radiant smile, posing for the cameras. Her pose is alluring and she cuts a slim, flattering figure in a tight fitting green dress. Emily gives the cameras a wave; but she's more composed. Emily's smile is sweet; but not exuding confidence as Emerald does. Emily - at 12 years of age - is wearing an age - appropriate dress of clover green, her blonde hair falls in a shimmering curtain down her back. Silver smiles - although it turns into a menace. He struts towards the cameras for a few steps, then surveys them with his arms crossed and his lips curved in a frown. Compared to the girls, he looks strong, tall and fit. "That one," Abigail murmurs. "- he's the trouble to look out for. Right?" She glances for reassurance. Emerald Silver Emily
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 17, 2012 20:00:38 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
"They're all trouble. Careers." He frowned. "Except maybe Emily. She's a little young....but that doesn't make her not-dangerous."
Silver though...he was dangerous. He looked like the sort to enjoy hurting people. To make a game of it. To kill them slow. Best to either take him out from a distance, or stay the hell away for as long as possible.
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