Post by Taylor Shorthorn on Jul 30, 2014 3:28:43 GMT -6
Rosa poked a head out of the suite's adjoined bathroom.
He wasn't here...good...
Rosa was sure that he problem didn't care much for the female tribute from district 10 at this point. The two had barely talked and ROsa hadn't even been in attendance for the feast.
But there were...reasons... and all that would matter is a swift death while being dressed like...this...
Finally enjoying a moment alone Rosa took off "her" wig and took off the uncomfortable dress that had been handed over by his sister in that ditch just out of sight from the reaping. Genetics had blessed or cursed the two of them with very similar body types growing up. Supposedly they both took after their mother, a fact that his sister teased him about mercilessly for as long as he could remember. But right now he was counting it as a blessing. All he had to do was remain "female" until his timely death in the arena and then his sister, her fiance, and unborn child could all just disapear off the radar.
He didn't know what he had been thinking when he brought that small duffle bag to the reaping with a wig and some makeup in it to the reaping. If asked he'd say he decided to do it on the spot in a moment of bravery but then he'd have to explain how he happened to have a wig laying around and that could get messy....
He wasn't here...good...
Rosa was sure that he problem didn't care much for the female tribute from district 10 at this point. The two had barely talked and ROsa hadn't even been in attendance for the feast.
But there were...reasons... and all that would matter is a swift death while being dressed like...this...
Finally enjoying a moment alone Rosa took off "her" wig and took off the uncomfortable dress that had been handed over by his sister in that ditch just out of sight from the reaping. Genetics had blessed or cursed the two of them with very similar body types growing up. Supposedly they both took after their mother, a fact that his sister teased him about mercilessly for as long as he could remember. But right now he was counting it as a blessing. All he had to do was remain "female" until his timely death in the arena and then his sister, her fiance, and unborn child could all just disapear off the radar.
He didn't know what he had been thinking when he brought that small duffle bag to the reaping with a wig and some makeup in it to the reaping. If asked he'd say he decided to do it on the spot in a moment of bravery but then he'd have to explain how he happened to have a wig laying around and that could get messy....
