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Day 56/365 

Cold as Ice : Foreigner

     ”I’m nobody! Who are you?       Are you nobody, too?       Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!       They’d banish us, you know…”

                                             ( his mother’s son )

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              ❝Was that supposed to make                  me   feel  better  about  it  or                  something?❞

   His head leaned back in weariness as    he talked to the other victor.

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   She allowed an annoyed sigh to    mix in with the cold  air  directly    in front of her.

         ❝Look, at least I'm not trying to buy           you   like  the  poodle  to  your  left.          Pretend  you're  interested  in  what          I'm   saying   and   you   might  just          avoid what we're all trying to avoid.❞

   At least it was a nudge and not something rougher,    though a sharp jab from an elbow wasn’t all that    great, either. He probably wouldn’t be able to brush    off her question, not again.

             ”I didn’t think you’d be interested in hearing how                my nights have been lying on Clary’s couch,                watching all of his movies and eating all of the                snack food in this house.”

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   The victor rolled her eyes as her weight    transferred to her other hip. Maybe  they    weren't the best of  friends,  but  at  least    they were from the same place.  Wasn't    she allowed to be friendly?

         ❝I was just trying to strike up a          conversation.  But  I'm  glad  to          hear that you're taking the  junk           food into your own  hands.  He          was starting to look a bit like  a          potato chip himself.❞

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He listened, his brow furrowing at her own mention of the unlikelihood of her survival. The boy took a quick glance at her - yes, she could be right. She was small, and likely weak - maybe her resource was her mind, though. He shrugged, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms at his chest. "I hope you want to put a fight at least." Yes, he did hope that she was not the kind of girl that committed suicide by jumping from the platform too early. He never liked people who did not even fight for their lives. "District 3 never won by strength, always with mind." He boasted. True, he was not weak, but he was not the strongest boy among the tributes. He could wield a spear nicely, but could not lift the weights that other tributes did - he was light and slender, not brawny like most. One would say that he did not have that much chances as well.

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   Johanna held in the urge to scoff. Put up a fight?    Please. She was ready  to  raise  hell  and  then    freeze it  over  if  that's  what  it  took  for  her  to    come out of this alive. Her eyes flitted back and    forth from the table to his face nervously as  her    juxtaposing   inner   monologue  continued.  Not    only had she collected a tremendous amount of    survival knowledge, but she was also  probably    stronger than the boy who'd   decided   to  make    her   acquaintance.   She   didn't   want    to    be    overconfident about the impending  Games,  but    Johanna was quite proud  of  the  scheme  she'd    devised in such a short time.

         ❝I-I'm going to try as best as I can.           B-but   I'm   not  really  the  b-best          with w-weapons.❞

    The escort was still chuckling when her shoulder     bumped into his, making him misstep. It was far     too fun to be condescending when he had the height     over her. 

        “What does being from Seven have to do with          your legs? Besides the fact it’s a convenient pun.          Have you been spying on my naked legs?”

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   Johanna couldn't help  but  giggle  at  the    disruption   she'd   caused   in  his  pace.    Her thirst for havoc was hardly satisfied.

         ❝The convenient pun is the only          thing to do with  it.  Less  spying          than observing  what  was  right          in front of me.❞

A concerned look came to her face at the tone of     Johanna’s voice.   Eleanor hoped she hadn’t said     something  wrong.   She  did  pull  a  mischievous     grin at Johanna’s reply, however.

          “I suppose you are. Congratulations.            I’ve become quite the escape artist,            much to my mother’s disdain.”

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   Johanna kept walking, focusing on putting    one foot in  front  of  the  other.  Her  smile    appeared as her fingers  reached  towards    the cigarette tucked behind  her  ear.  She    searched for a lighter buried  deep  inside    of her pocket.

         ❝My pleasure. Always happy to           help a  fellow  rule  breaker.  Do           you mind if I light up?❞

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