Za-za’s Comments (group member since Aug 25, 2013)

Za-za’s comments from the Yet Another Hunger Games Group group.

Dakota let go of Lence and walked over to Lillibet. "What are you doing?" he asked again, softer this time. He gently placed a hand on her arm, and focused on keeping calm and collected.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Dakota asked in alarm. He had always gotten it drilled into his head by adults when he was younger that playing with scissors was a definite no for him.

"Wait, Lilli," he said to her retreating back. He happily stumbled out of the elevator, dragging Lence along with him. Dakota saw a shirt on the ground. Oh dear, it would be simply horrific if he slipped and was injured before the games even began. He supposed that the shirt was most definitely not placed there for that purpose.

Dakota was at a complete loss as to why the girls seemed to feel some overwhelming urge to bang their heads repeatedly against a wall. They must have gotten invaded by squirrels.

Dakota looked at Lillibet. "Was it something I said?" he asked innocently. He saw Lence punch in a number. "Ooh! That looks fun!" he exclaimed and punched the highest number available. He tried to ignore his feelings of claustrophobia... Maybe this horrid ride would be over soon.

((So sorry that I haven't posted in a while!))

Dakota stumbled to his feet. "I think that Lencey is having hearing problems." he told Lilli seriously. "Maybe we should help her fix it!" he said determinedly.

Dakota started to sit up, but his shirt was disgusting, so he tore it off. "Where is this contraption taking us?!" he asked excitedly.

The elevator jolted again, an Dakota moaned and opened his eyes. Oh, perfect! Everyone was still here! He supposed that meant that he couldn't have been out long.

Dakota passed out on the elevator floor. He might have had a bit too much to drink…

(( XD ))

Dakota wrapped an arm around Lillibet's shoulders. "I am highly offended that you would think of me as even remotely perverted." he scoffed. Dakota ignored the urge to start jamming elevator buttons again. He did, however, feel an even stronger urge to puke. He closed his eyes, and kept telling himself that he could hold it in. Of course, the elevator had to jolt, and that was an absolute fail. It sprayed over everyone and himself, securing his doomed fate. After getting lit on fire and being puked on, Dakota figured that it might be time for a new shirt.

Devon rolled his eyes. "Tell me about about it!" he exclaimed. Really, it was an insult to years of hard work.

Dakota laughed and shoved the candy bar down Lence's shirt. "Oh, Lilli, where are you?" he called out in a sing song voice.

Ooh! I like that! It's insanely perfect! ;)

Dakota blinked a few times. "You know, Lencey, some would consider that rude." he said, pulling out the candy bar. "Luckily for you, I'm a forgiving person!" he exclaimed. He offered her the Snickers with a laugh. "It only has a few boogers on the wrapper."

"As a matter of fact, I did, Sunshine." he laughed. He leaned back for safety precautions that he deemed should be put into effect after accidentally whacking her in the nose with a candy bar. He had trust that the Snickers would fix it…

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So, it's not the most brilliant thing I've come up with, but I just wanted to run the idea by you guys! :)

Devon waved it off. "That's nothing. At least they didn't hit back this time."

Dakota looked at her, or at least what he thought was her, for a second. He fished around for something. "Here, Lencey, have a Snickers. You're not you when you're hungry." he said seriously. He extended his arm to pass it to her, but he jabbed into her nose, accidentally of course.

Devon leaned forward as well. His face was inches from hers. "I strive to please." he winked. "Well, actually, that's a lie." he added with a laugh.

Dakota tried to stand up, but he stumbled around drunkenly, running into something... or someone.