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[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"No." he replied with quiet but solemn insistence. "No. You..you will make it. I've made it once. Just trust me. You will make t out of that arena." he said again, his voice a little louder, stroking her cheek with gentle and wanting tenderness, unable to stand the thought of losing her. "You will. And no more arguing with me. It's not an option" he said, nodding insistently to her. "Okay..?"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, taking her hand in his. His thumb grazed her skin as he sighed and rose, walking over to the window and leaning against it, his eyes mirrors of a thousand colors, a thousand dancers, a thousand lights of frivolous and wasteful lives, all so close too touch but barred off

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He looked back at her, cocky smirk now a faded smile, eyes dark and sleepless. "Sleep slips away from those of us with sinful souls, love" he chuckled, smirking then, dipping his head to kiss her hand, eyes sparkling mischeviously as he looked back up to her.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He laughed at her and shook his head in weak and silent protest, leaning against the window and watching her in the foggy bathroom, running a hand through his hair. Why did women always take their clothes off for him? It no longer felt like a blessing, merely a curse. "Are you trying to seduce me?" he called after her, chuckling loudly.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He nodded, walking sloely toward her, leaning againt the bathroom door, just enough to see her nude form, smirk ever widening. "Yes. We start training tomorrow..what do you ned work on" he asked, realizing he was double playing as the tribute and the mentor, sighing internally.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He sighed and rolled his eyes at her, pressing his tongue in cheek for a moment, ruffling his hair for a moment as he thought. "Hand to hand, it's used most by the real competition. But we'll focus on the defensive- you don't have a chance without me." he smirked over at her voluptuous body in the closet.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Me? I'm perfect, don't you know that?" he let out a hoarse laugh, shaking his head and brushing past her to brush his teeth before walking back into the bedroom, taking a flying leap onto the bed.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"But..I'm real, and I am perfection" he chuckled with a light wink, so permeated by putting on this constant persona that perhaps he had become the Finnick O'dare that the bright skinned women across the capitol fainted for. He pulled her braid into his hands and gently, yet swiftly unbraided it, reworking five different strands with his fingers, creating an elaborate braid with her hair. "I do it better" he beamed with pride, winking down at the girl.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

HE laid back into the pillows, arms behind his head, legs crossed casually. "Oh please. I can do anything anyone else can do, except I look like a model while doing it" he winked, closing his eyes with a whale sized yawn, blinking sleepily up at the gorgeous girl.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He grit his teeth, brething deeply, before rolling over, suspended above her, wrists trapped in his hands, pinning her down, eyes shining now in a darker, more disturbed way. "Ohh darling, if only you knew. The Capitol is right. I make my living off being a slut" he hissed, letting her go, getting up and walking out onto the balcony, ringing for an avox to bring him a drink.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh yes.." He chided coldly. "Horrible. Because the Capitol doesn't have its fingers dripping in the blood of hundreds of children" he growled, fingers gripping the rail tightly. A timid avocado appeared, holding his drink out on a silver platter, her hands shaking. He took it from her and nodded politely, before adding that he'd need another.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((oH GOD. Avox))

He looked over his shoulder at her, his brow furrowing. "Killed your mother? Why..? Why do you think I'm doing this? I have a family, friends. All of whom Snow has eyes on." he shook his head and knocked back the glass. "You never leave the arena. The games never end" he mused

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He shrugged. "Well then.." he paused to eat the olive from his cocktail glass. "I guess they'll leave you to rot in your victor's home" he shook his head again, winking at her. "If you make it out"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He cleared his throat, arms around her shoulders, kissing her forehead. He shook his head slowly for a long minute, then fell completely silent, looking out at the city as if it were some enchanting thing to watch move and grow and pulse with light. He sighed then and seemed to settle into his stance, as if preparing himself. "I was a career. I set snares for the other competitors, then speared them" he cleared his throat and released her after a long pause

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"I know," he whispered, slinging a broad arm around her waist with the thoughtless fluidity of movement of a man who spends his life figuring out and knowing what women want and when. "Let's go to bed" he nodded, walking her towards the large silk sheeted bed, tossing her in ahead of him without warning.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

I think we should cut it. I'm sorry. But this one was always hard for me because I'm hardcore Finnick and Annie

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

(I actually have no problem picking this back up and devoting myself to it again if we can get Jewish Dilemma started :) ))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Aw okay

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Sure!

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Gloss,,?