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thecapitol2014-06-18 11:22 am
quiteliterally) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-18 11:22 am
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( closed ) so lonely i confide in to you
WHO| CHRISTOPHER and VICTORY
WHAT| Really sick people making really gross decisions.
WHEN| Third weeeeek. It's not shark week, but we're close.
WHERE| Chez Traeger
WARNINGS| Could get graphic. Sickually and sexually.
Champion was running crazy around the house, but Chris was powerles to stop him, sprawled out on his bed like a man who had absolutely given up life. Around his head strange visions are dancing and periodically he'll reach up and try to grasp something that isn't there. His eyes are sunken and sallow, balled up tissues by his side. "In a minute, boy... I need to..."
He trailed off in the dim room, too exhausted to even watch the games. He knew he should - he needed to keep aprised and go into the office and try to find a way out for some of his more favorite tributes. But he wouldn't make it til the end. He was going the way of Finnick, he just knew it.
"Die first," he finished, lamely, as Champion pushed his head up under Chris' dangling fingers. He tried to smile, but it hurt too much, and so he stopped, nearly having a heart attack when Champion leapt up and started barking madly. "What is it, boy...? Is it that strange moose by the window? We don't have moose in the city... Maybe if this were District 10, but it isn't..."
Which meant it was just another fever-dream. Chris rolled over and fell instantly to sleep.
WHAT| Really sick people making really gross decisions.
WHEN| Third weeeeek. It's not shark week, but we're close.
WHERE| Chez Traeger
WARNINGS| Could get graphic. Sickually and sexually.
Champion was running crazy around the house, but Chris was powerles to stop him, sprawled out on his bed like a man who had absolutely given up life. Around his head strange visions are dancing and periodically he'll reach up and try to grasp something that isn't there. His eyes are sunken and sallow, balled up tissues by his side. "In a minute, boy... I need to..."
He trailed off in the dim room, too exhausted to even watch the games. He knew he should - he needed to keep aprised and go into the office and try to find a way out for some of his more favorite tributes. But he wouldn't make it til the end. He was going the way of Finnick, he just knew it.
"Die first," he finished, lamely, as Champion pushed his head up under Chris' dangling fingers. He tried to smile, but it hurt too much, and so he stopped, nearly having a heart attack when Champion leapt up and started barking madly. "What is it, boy...? Is it that strange moose by the window? We don't have moose in the city... Maybe if this were District 10, but it isn't..."
Which meant it was just another fever-dream. Chris rolled over and fell instantly to sleep.