There was a hunched figure over at the knot station, a guy with awful posture and reeking of one of the most popular perfumes from District 4 - Peeta could probably smell it all the way from the entrance, a trail of Tide's Sigh cologne that's strong enough to make anyone's eyes water. Yeah, it's that bad.
It's either that or the smell of decomposition.
R's trying to practice his knot-work Eva showed him before the Arena, nooses that she says you can kill someone with. He has a major case of zombie fingers, his hands working out knots so loose they fall apart if you so much as look at them wrong. It's keeping busy, basically. Even something like this makes it hard to think since he sucks at multi-tasking. The sound of footsteps, even, more sure than another zombie, makes R look up and for a second he's convinced his Escort is coming at him with another safety spritz of perfume. R blows out a wheezy sigh of relief when he sees it's someone else: a Living guy, neat blond hair, a square jaw that would've made his Escort dizzy with all the possibilities.
"Any...tips?" R groans out. Relief he can practice in peace makes the zombie chatty.
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There was a hunched figure over at the knot station, a guy with awful posture and reeking of one of the most popular perfumes from District 4 - Peeta could probably smell it all the way from the entrance, a trail of Tide's Sigh cologne that's strong enough to make anyone's eyes water. Yeah, it's that bad.
It's either that or the smell of decomposition.
R's trying to practice his knot-work Eva showed him before the Arena, nooses that she says you can kill someone with. He has a major case of zombie fingers, his hands working out knots so loose they fall apart if you so much as look at them wrong. It's keeping busy, basically. Even something like this makes it hard to think since he sucks at multi-tasking. The sound of footsteps, even, more sure than another zombie, makes R look up and for a second he's convinced his Escort is coming at him with another safety spritz of perfume. R blows out a wheezy sigh of relief when he sees it's someone else: a Living guy, neat blond hair, a square jaw that would've made his Escort dizzy with all the possibilities.
"Any...tips?" R groans out. Relief he can practice in peace makes the zombie chatty.