Alrightt <3
I posted on skype, btw. Idk if you got it or not because of your tablet issues.
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I'm not. I'm still really interested and hope that it continues even though the site is shitty. I just got worried when you took longer to reply here and I think I was more used to constantly seeing activity on both the OOC and IC. It was the holidays though, so I understand but I didn't think you were excited anymore.
Maybe. It just feels like you're losing interest, I guess.
Take your time. I'm sure you've got more interesting things to reply to.
Alright.
Yeah, weird dreams are...weird, lol.
Yeah, weird dreams are...weird, lol.
To both or just the one?
Fine. You?
Fine. You?
Don't know if you're on Skype or not, but I'm going to be posting there anyway?
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Posted on skype, so I guess get to me whenever.
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Posted on skype, so I guess get to me whenever.
Our OOC is so quiet because we're on skype, so I'm here to liven it up.
Merry Christmas! <3
Merry Christmas! <3
It was hard to be overly concerned with appearance back home. District 12 didn't have much of anything, and the last thoughts on anyone's mind was their hair, or their clothes, or the dirt on their face. It was true that Prim now had it much better thanks to Katniss, but the blonde girl wasn't going to think twice about how she looked once the Games actually got started. There would be no comforts in the arena, which was an advantage over the more pampered, flashy Districts like 1 and 4, whose tributes always looked their best. She hoped that Gale knew she had only been joking, teasing him a little. Very briefly, she wondered if he had only started to notice her after the Capitol had cleaned her up.
Logic said that Gale wasn't that shallow, and Prim reminded herself that he had been paying more attention to her for months before they ended up in their current state. After all, he had made her that token and she had looked the same as she always had when he gave it to her. Sometimes, it was hard for her not to be insecure because she wasn't used to so much attention from a boy that she actually cared for. Prim knew that she shouldn't think about it much more, and banished the thoughts from her mind when Gale set his hand on her shoulder after agreeing to help with her dress.
The request had been innocent enough, and there was no way that Prim could have possibly reached the zipper on her own. She shivered slightly as the cool air in the room hit her bare back, and then clutched the front of the dress to chest before turning around. “You can stay,” she said, “unless you want to sleep in your own bed?” Which was fine with Prim, she didn't need Gale to be around her all the time, but she had gotten used to falling asleep and waking up with him. It was nice, a source of comfort when things got to be too much, or she thought about the uncertainty of the future for far too long.
“I'm just going to change,” she said, and moved over to the dresser. She selected something quickly, a pair of shorts and a tank top, which was just enough for the warm blankets that the Capitol had provided. After, the blonde dashed out of the room to the bathroom to change, and wash her make up off. She was a little sad to see it go since the stylists had worked so hard on it, but Prim didn't want to deal with trying to scrub it off in the morning before training.
After getting dressed and cleaned up, Prim came back into the room with her dress folded over her arm. The gold frock was too pretty to just dump on the floor, so she grabbed a hanger from the rack in the wardrobe and hung it up, sure that the Avoxes would come by and do something with it. Obviously, it wasn't something to keep.
Logic said that Gale wasn't that shallow, and Prim reminded herself that he had been paying more attention to her for months before they ended up in their current state. After all, he had made her that token and she had looked the same as she always had when he gave it to her. Sometimes, it was hard for her not to be insecure because she wasn't used to so much attention from a boy that she actually cared for. Prim knew that she shouldn't think about it much more, and banished the thoughts from her mind when Gale set his hand on her shoulder after agreeing to help with her dress.
The request had been innocent enough, and there was no way that Prim could have possibly reached the zipper on her own. She shivered slightly as the cool air in the room hit her bare back, and then clutched the front of the dress to chest before turning around. “You can stay,” she said, “unless you want to sleep in your own bed?” Which was fine with Prim, she didn't need Gale to be around her all the time, but she had gotten used to falling asleep and waking up with him. It was nice, a source of comfort when things got to be too much, or she thought about the uncertainty of the future for far too long.
“I'm just going to change,” she said, and moved over to the dresser. She selected something quickly, a pair of shorts and a tank top, which was just enough for the warm blankets that the Capitol had provided. After, the blonde dashed out of the room to the bathroom to change, and wash her make up off. She was a little sad to see it go since the stylists had worked so hard on it, but Prim didn't want to deal with trying to scrub it off in the morning before training.
After getting dressed and cleaned up, Prim came back into the room with her dress folded over her arm. The gold frock was too pretty to just dump on the floor, so she grabbed a hanger from the rack in the wardrobe and hung it up, sure that the Avoxes would come by and do something with it. Obviously, it wasn't something to keep.
Once the doors of the elevator parted and revealed their suite, it finally felt like the night had come to an end. Prim couldn't say that the Ball had been consistently impressive, and she was still worried about what would happen to Johanna, and thinking of the truth that the older woman had spoken. The Games were closing in on them and tomorrow, they would have to go back to training, preparing to fight for their lives. The brightest spot of the night had been every moment that she spent with Gale, and she was thankful that he was there with her because he was a constant reminder of home, and all of the good things that the future could hold. Prim really did love him, and even if she couldn't say it yet—wouldn't until they were safe—she hoped that Gale knew how she felt about him. It wasn't every day that she wanted to plan a future.
“She'll probably be taking it easy like some of the others” Prim laughed. Many of the tributes had overdone it that night, but Prim couldn't really blame them when so many drinks had been passed around and shoved into their hands by creepy people like Daviod or Sindy. She hoped that no one had managed to get caught up with those two. Mostly, she was just happy that she hadn't done anything to make District 12 look bad and she hoped that she and Gale mingling had helped Peeta, even in a small way.
The Penthouse was quiet, and Prim assumed that Katniss and Haymitch were either asleep or still downstairs. She didn't think that anything was going on, or that they were more than just friends, but that was only because Prim couldn't manage to think about her sister and the older man as having anything more than a platonic relationship. She let Gale walk her back to her room, although she wasn't ready to end the night all together. Even if there was training in the morning, Prim had gotten used to falling asleep with Gale and she hoped that wouldn't have to change anytime soon.
“Are you sure?” she asked, smiling as she opened her door and lead him inside. “Are you still going to think I'm cute when we're in the arena and I'm dirty?” She would have thought that Gale would be cute like that, and she had seen him come in from a morning of hunting covered in mud and wearing a tired smile; he looked best when he was in his own element. “But speaking of the dress,” she said turning her back to him, “will you unzip me?” She moved her hair out of the way, exposing the zipper in the back. There was no way she would have been able to get it on her own.
“She'll probably be taking it easy like some of the others” Prim laughed. Many of the tributes had overdone it that night, but Prim couldn't really blame them when so many drinks had been passed around and shoved into their hands by creepy people like Daviod or Sindy. She hoped that no one had managed to get caught up with those two. Mostly, she was just happy that she hadn't done anything to make District 12 look bad and she hoped that she and Gale mingling had helped Peeta, even in a small way.
The Penthouse was quiet, and Prim assumed that Katniss and Haymitch were either asleep or still downstairs. She didn't think that anything was going on, or that they were more than just friends, but that was only because Prim couldn't manage to think about her sister and the older man as having anything more than a platonic relationship. She let Gale walk her back to her room, although she wasn't ready to end the night all together. Even if there was training in the morning, Prim had gotten used to falling asleep with Gale and she hoped that wouldn't have to change anytime soon.
“Are you sure?” she asked, smiling as she opened her door and lead him inside. “Are you still going to think I'm cute when we're in the arena and I'm dirty?” She would have thought that Gale would be cute like that, and she had seen him come in from a morning of hunting covered in mud and wearing a tired smile; he looked best when he was in his own element. “But speaking of the dress,” she said turning her back to him, “will you unzip me?” She moved her hair out of the way, exposing the zipper in the back. There was no way she would have been able to get it on her own.
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