#training2

In the lounge of the floor that they all occupied the usual suspects were going about their business, Duke peacocking and eating, Misty doodling on a pad that she appeared to pull out of nowhere and Godiva sitting on the couch, her lips pursed tightly in thought as she flicked through a Capitol newspaper. 

Jade’s eyes scanned the room for the Avox that had appeared the night before, the one that she recognised, someone that she couldn’t mistake even now years later. Godiva broke her anxiety with her shrill voice.

“Well you’re certainly turning heads in The Capitol.” She explained, folding the newspaper and placing it onto the seat next to her, she wasn’t happy though, and Jade could sense it from a mile off. “However, I won’t stand for behaviour like last night. I don’t know what gotten into you but it doesn’t leave this room, you hear me?” 

Before Jade could answer the Mentor was up on her feet with her purse clutched in between her perfectly manicured fingers. Godiva closed the gap between them with surprising agility and took Jade’s face in one hand. “Put some makeup on before you train, can’t have the other Tributes knowing you didn’t sleep.”

Stations Trained:

Knives

Tributes Interacted With:

Leia Ampere

Important Events:

The moment I wake up, I wish I hadn’t. My eyelids ache against the light and my head feels as if someone’s trying to hammer it open from the inside. Pulling a pillow over my face, I attempt to make the pain go away. It doesn’t work. With a groan I roll over and slip further under the covers, which only results in an uneasiness in my gut. Pulling my knees to my chest, I try to recall exactly why it is I feel like I’m dying. And then it begins to come to me in small pieces; Eric’s visit, that bottle of booze, James coming to find me, Titus carrying me to bed. From what I can remember, I spent remainder of the night in the bathroom muttering to Leda how sorry I was as she held back my hair and forced down a few morphling pills. James had been right again. Darn it.

I fight Titus tooth and nail as he tries to drag me out of bed. Eventually he wins though, and I manage to sit up. I can’t explain it, but I have the strangest urge to check and make sure there’s nothing under my bed. It takes one last trip to the bathroom to finally get it all out of my system, but once I do, I feel a little better at least. My morning consists of a long hot shower, dressing, a few morphling tablets, and quite a bit of cover up until I’m back to looking presentable again. As I get ready, I try my best not to think about Eric’s words. It wasn’t even so much what he said that got to me. I mean sure, him dumping me was bad enough in itself, but it struck me that if Eric is getting married, that means father was telling the truth. And if he was telling the truth about that, then that means mother….

“Your mother didn’t leave Scarlett. She was killed.” I roll my ring nervously on my finger as I try to push the thought from my head. There’s no way I can think about this right now. I’m going to be late.