LEGEND OF TARZAN SENTENCE STARTERS

don’t let me go//let me go.

for the painful part .

for the also painful part.

      for  a  moment  katniss  looked  away  in  disappointment,  the thought of the anger and       dishonour that would be brought to each of their families if they walked in to the base as       woman asking to fight. they would be the laughing stock of the  town  and  their  families       too.  sh e felt the weight of her brunette braid laying on her shoulder, it felt heavy, like it       was the only thing stopping her from seeming like a man ; but there was more than just       one factor making her gender visible. she gripped her braid and made a scissor motion       with her hand as if she was cutting it off.

                        ❛johanna you’re a genius.  we  can  cut  our hair off -                            shave  it  off  -  we  can  wrap  bandages around our bodies to                           flatten them, we can deepen our voice ; we can become men.❜

the more she spoke the more she convinced herself, but jo? who knew what jo would think. if she wanted to save her brother even half as much as katniss wanted to save her’s, she would consider it.

Johanna stared blankly towards Katniss, stuck in a state of slight bewilderment. Was the younger girl serious? They couldn’t pull something like that off surely? The army weren’t stupid, they would know a girl from a boy... wouldn’t they... Johanna’s lips began turning up at the edges into a slight smirk, she’d never been one to turn down a challenge. At the very least at least she could say she had tried to save her brother. 

                                                                                                                ‘ O k a y  brainless. I’m listening.’  

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   After studying him for a few seconds with a rather critical face expression     upon her pretty face, she seemed to have decided that she liked him. She     nodded, taking his hand and shaking it, even though she knew who he was &     of course he knew who she was. Maybe it kept things more normal, even     though not any of the circus they were in right now was normal at all.               ❝Francis Odair. The pleasure should be yours, I agree.❞     A playful smile appeared on her lips after she spoke, almost as if she was     trying to get a reaction out of him, something that would help her determine     what he was like. Or, what he was like in real life, anyway. She put up     her façade, just for now, until she figured out what he was up to here.             ❝You want to go check out the district Four floor? I could              introduce you to Mags. We also have some good whiskey.              I mean, there’s not much we can do this year anyway, so.❞

          Johan smiled to himself as he retrieved his hand and slid it into his trouser pocket. She seemed nice enough, compared to some of the others around here, she was smiling and that was something at least. He scanned the room quickly one last time in a desperate attempt to locate Blight, though it appeared as though everyones observations had been correct. He probably was somewhere in a drunken stupor. 

         With a small roll of his eyes at his fellow Mentors absence Johan gave a slight nod of his head, in all honesty he would jump at the chance to pick the older Victors brains about what he was actually meant to be doing here. Besides overseeing training he didn’t have the first idea of how to help them now they were in the arena. Get the sponsors. Was what Blight had told him to do, though he didn’t realise quite how difficult that was going to be considering they weren’t a career District. Needless to say the sponsor offers weren’t happening anytime soon. 

                       ‘ Whiskey? That happens to be a personal favourite of mine.                                                                                   Clearly you have good taste. ‘

         He smirked, breaking his eye contact with Francis only shortly to check the live stream of the games that was being displayed on a rather large screen at the far end of the room. He had no issue with mingling up on the District Four floor and having a few drinks, he couldn’t complain about the company, though he did want to make sure he was at least seen to be doing something productive in helping his tributes make it through the first day. 

                                      ‘ You have a screen on you’re floor too I’m guessing? ‘ 

“I know.” She lived her denial already, six months of it. “And Snow gets to pay for it.”

      ‘ That’s more like it. Make him pay for it.’ 

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          ❝You. You’re a kid, an infant, fresh out of the Games.              There’s hope in your eyes. But that’s natural. It’ll go away.❞

     So no Blight. That was a bummer. He should be somewhere here, deep asleep      in his bedroom maybe. Blight knew, as well as any of them, that he wouldn’t      emerge victorious again this year, so he might as well drink it off. Francis would      have done the same thing if she was him. She however wasn’t, so she had to      at least pretend to be mentoring her tributes and giving them a shot at winning.

     The blonde rolled her eyes at his remark. Well, at least he didn’t start yelling,       she supposed that was a nice change. And he didn’t faint either, like that       guy that approached her at that party the other day. But this one of course       wasn’t a stuck up Capitol citizen. He should know better than that.

                 ❝No shit, Johan. What are you doing hanging around here?                   Like I said, there’s nothing to do here, hence why I was                   looking for some pleasant and amusing company.❞

                            Johan smirked, the blonde seemed at least a little bothered at the lack of reaction he gave to seeing the youngest victor to ever win the games. Not to mention the most desirable. Shifting his posture into a slightly more approachable one Johan offered a hand out in front of him. 

 ‘ Johan Mason. Not the best but by far not the worst company you could ask for. The pleasure is all mine i’m sure. ‘ 

     ❝Excuse me.I’m  not just good looking, I’m beautiful, physically flawless.              —- saying that makes me feel like Cashmere, though.❞

        ‘ I know how flawless you are okay. I have eye’s. ‘ 

    The only reason she was here was because she was curious if      Blight was sober again this year. He had been interesting company      last year, sober, especially when the district Four part of the Career      pack got themselves killed and Francis left off to the district Seven      floor instead. He had been grumpy, sure, but his mood cleared up      when his remaining tribute turned into a ruthless killer during that      particular night. It was almost terrifying to see how the kid swung      around with that axe as if he had been doing it the whole Games.

     Which was why it was a bit of a half-shock to almost walk into him      at the district Seven floor instead of Blight. She was half-disappointed,      but she was also curious to see what he thought he was doing here.

           ❝Hey kid. ‘Suppose Blight isn’t around then? I was looking             for him, actually, but I guess you would do fine. I mean,              it’s not like there’s anything really to do here, right?❞

                                               ( securisx ).

                             Johan had been wandering around the District seven floor for a while now, Blight, his mentor from last year, hadn’t been spotted all day. It was suggested via whispers that the older District resident was probably off in a drunken haze somewhere, or sleeping off the night before. It was a little confusing to Johan how Blight thought that was going to be at all productive in helping their tributes survive the games, that was of course why they were here wasn’t it?? 

                            The other mentors Johan had had the displeasure in encountering hadn’t seem at all helpful, they all had the same tired look in their eyes, all looking at him like he was some kid who had no idea what he was doing. Which for a small part may be true, this was after all his first games. But he’d managed to get himself out the games, why wouldn’t he be able to help his tribute get out to? 

                            Considering the greeting his was getting from the people around it took him by surprise when he was approached by the District Four, Darling of the Capitol, Victor Francis Odair. He remembered having watched her games back in his district when he was just a boy, she’d shown great skill for someone so young and he’d admired that. Though that didn’t mean he was about to start acting like another one of her fanboys. 

     ‘ Who you calling kid? Yeah I’m not sure where Blight is... Aren’t you Francis Odair? ‘ 

      ❝Have you seen mine? So no. That doesn’t count. ❞

        ‘ Exactly! You’re good looking. I’m good looking. We should be good looking together. ‘ 

  ❝Well, you have to do something to impress me first. ❞

            ‘ Is my face not impressive enough for you? ‘