Imperfect Timing |Darleda|
The afternoon sun lazily drifted through the windows of the lounge that Violet sat in, alone. She picked this particular lounge because it was far away from where all of the other tributes hung out. Far away from the training arena. Far away from the rooms and the cafeteria. Almost no one knew about it, and the ones that did tended to stay away, because they knew that no one would be there. That's why Violet liked it. She sat in a small patch of sunlight, reading up on all of the other tributes history. She was just getting through district twelve when someone else arrived, opening the door quietly.












