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

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

Dakota turned towards Lillibet's direction. "What in the world are you doing?" he asked. "And Lencey, take it as a compliment. You're teeny tiny, cute, squeaky, and annoying in that endearing way." he said.

Devon pretended to think about it for a minute. "You know, the funny thing is that no one here cares what anyone is thinking. Sorry, Darling, but I'm no different." he said, "But I can tell you this… When you're in a place that is basically a glorified death row, everyone always has the same thought nagging somewhere in their head."

Dakota crawled towards Lence's voice, and that was when he realized that Flappy wasn't with him… and he was stuck in an elevator… so he did the only thing any 18 year old boy stuck in an elevator with two girls would do. He broke down into hysterics. "Oh my goodness, Lencey, when I look at you, I am reminded of my bird, Flappy!" he screamed, "We're all going to die, and we don't even have to study for it!" Dakota exclaimed, unsure if he should be ecstatic or depressed.

Dakota just couldn't go a day without getting beat up. "Sadly, it is, Darling." he said and sat up.

((BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!))

"Umph!" Dakota exclaimed as someone fell on top of him.

"Don't be too disappointed." he smirked, "It's amazing what you can find if you look."

((Psh, obviously! ;D ))

Dakota grimaced at the loud noise. "What the heck?" he groaned. Sugar hangovers sucked. He opened his eyes and saw that darkness had enveloped them. He reached his hand out desperately and grabbed at something.

Devon grinned, "I can practically see some devious idea going through your head." he said, "The question is, what is it?"

((Haha.))

Dakota was having a bad dream. The squirrels were abducting Flappy, and Falencia was beating him to death with a rock... How odd. Sweet Falencia would never do anything like that. Just as he was about to get the killing blow, he woke up.

Devon watched her like he watched his prey. He stood up and walked over towards her.

Dakota gasped and threw his hand to his heart. He was about to say something witty, but he fell asleep courtesy of the sugar high.

"So, Lovely," he said, "What do we do now?" Devon wasn't sure why he even bothered to ask. He was going down, and he had volunteered for it. He truly had seemed to dig his grave.

"Oh my goodness," Dakota said. His life was a lie. "What is it then? Just lay it on me... Somehow I will learn to cope." he said dramatically.

"Exactly!" Devon said angrily. Everything was stupid. He shouldn't have been worried about getting to close to anyone here. That was completely irrelevant now.

"What are you talking about? Do you mean to tell me that Not isn't your actual name?" Dakota asked in pure shock.

Dakota fell to the floor of the elevator floor with a silly grin on his face. "Lilli, that looks painful." he said, "Not, I don't know if I've ever told you this, but you have a very unusual name."

((Haha, totally! Gtg now.... Bye! ))

Dakota punched the door again uselessly. He needed sugar.

"But of course," he said, grinning sinisterly at her. "It's not like it's rocket science or anything. Oh wait, it is!" he said. He felt like a fuse right now, ready to blow up at any minute.

Dakota ran his fingers through his hair. He slammed his fist into the door, and when that didn't work, he started punching all of the buttons on the elevator frantically.

Dakota smiled at all of the positive, helpful energy that was almost tangible in the room. He took a step foward, and the doors closed. Dakota whirled around. Oh no.... This couldn't be good.