New kind of victory.

[etcircenses]

Who| Everyone on the District Tours.
What| The Celebration dinners for all the Districts.
Where| Specified in thread.
When| The second night they are there.
Warnings/Notes| Find your district below. Leave any questions here. And please add any needed warning into your subject line when appropriate.

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[carnagecarnival]

His back straightens, hearing her voice. He'd near managed to lose himself to the water. His head turns to her, taking her in, the turns back. It's strange to have another on hi-- the beach, alive and not looking to strife. He has the image of Claudia trying to, like if they were to turn on her to force her into the games. He frowns.

"THE SUN WAS TOO BRIGHT ON ALTERNIA," He tells her, matter-of-factly. Getting gander up on it would burn out a motherfucker's sockets. STRUCK BLIND AS THE PYROPE." The water rushes up close and he reaches out to it, letting it trail through his fingers upon retreat.

"...peeked once or twice up at the slim slivers in the early evening, to see on for what all streamed behind. COULDN'T SEE FOR SHIT AFTER UNTIL NEAR MORN. Thought he'd be culled for motherfucking sure." He snorts lightly at the memory. "DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ALL ONE LOOKED LIKE UNTIL HERE FOR THAT."

[stilest]

She sits down next to him. "I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I love sunsets. All the colors. I don't know what I'd do if the sun was too bright for all that. I guess that's why you guys have such good night vision?"

Claudia smiles at him, tentatively. "I've only been here once before," she says. "When I was in thirteen school, me and my friends came out here to camp. I never did get around to painting that sunset, but I've got a sketchbook full of things I drew. Maybe when we get back to the capitol I could show it to you."

[carnagecarnival]

"You've kept at with your factuals," He notes. "HATCHED TO DARK, LIVE IN DARK, DIE IN MOTHERFUCKING DARK. He don't got a know for how all your kind want for making your business be of the day. COLORS MAY BE FOUND IN OTHER WAYS. In other ways they may up and motherfucking be found."

As he listens to her tale, he turns his claws in on his palm, digging. Then, he squeezes his hand until color drips down from it onto the sand. Against the dark hue of the wet grain, the purple drops the fall almost looks bright. He starts to draw patterns off it.

"SHE CAN DO AS ALL SHE WILLS UPON THAT. She could make to preform creation of the wicked pictures now if all gumption got to her. ONLY REDS BUT HIS SICKEST MIRACLE. Perhaps there is comestible what all may make at for dyes," He suggests.

[stilest]

Claudia winces a little when he draws his own blood to draw with. "Maybe," she says. "I don't know of anything that dyes blood--I've never been much for science, that was always my sister's thing--and human blood has a tendency to turn dark brown anyway once it dries... and I'm not sure how much I can spare, anyway, we don't seem to be able to bleed as much as you trolls can, but it's a good suggestion."

Well, it's a terrifying and disturbing suggestion, but that's the kind of kid Fraysong is. He's really a nice guy underneath.

She leans over, though, and dips her own fingers in the blood, tracing off her own patterns next to his.

[carnagecarnival]

"DON'T," He snaps quick, with a cutting motion of his hand. "I will have no discussion of that science blasphemy in my presence." He says it with a stern undertone of 'and that's the end of that'.

He nods though as her turns back. "BROWN IS A COLOR. So is motherfucking maroon. BUT SUPPOSE TRUE IT ALL TO BE USELESS IS A MOTHERFUCKER DIES." He shrugs.

"She can just use for mine all then, as she is." He draws a smile in the sand.