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[isnotfunny]

(SINGLE-SONG) LYRIC PROMPT MEME

HOW TO PLAY • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • Copy and paste the textarea into a comment, filling in the appropriate sections. • You can only use one song! Selected lyrics can be used literally or interpreted your own way to set the scene. • Have fun!

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Comments

[wickedlyable]

You've got to be kidding me. ((Johanna laughs - it's loud and coarse around the edges, far from the pretty chuckle that Cashmere had let out earlier. She glances around to check, and yes, she's drawn a couple quizzical stares with her outburst. Perfect. She goes on talking at a volume that's just a tad bit louder than it needs to be.)) Wow, I'm really hurt. Is that what you all call an insult up here?

((Shaking her head, she leans back in her seat, popping one of the appetizers into her mouth and chewing with her mouth open. Just for the vindictive pleasure of hopefully seeing the other girl wince. You know a party sucks when this is as entertaining as the night's going to get, she thinks to herself. At least the food isn't bad.))

You know, all of your kind are soft as hell. ((She says idly as she eats another one of the little finger foods, despite not having completely finished her first. But she doesn't go on, waiting to see if Cashmere will take the bait. She doesn't really care either way.))

[64th]

Can you not? [ One of the looks comes from Gloss, who makes eye contact with Cashmere and seems to be asking what the hell she thinks she's doing. She offers a half shrug in response. Johanna started it? Cashmere's trying to figure out how to fix this - as much she enjoys pestering Johanna she's not going to cause a scene to do it - but that's abandoned the moment Johanna calls her soft.

Cashmere always takes the bait. She keeps her voice low but it's obvious Johanna's found a sore spot. ] I am not soft. Soft is forgetting how you got here and letting someone else suffer the consequences. Don't be sour because no one likes you, Johanna. Does anyone ever visit you in the Victor's Village? It must be lonely in that big, empty house.

[wickedlyable]

Not what? ((She asks, her mouth still full of food.)) I'm sorry, am I offending your delicate sensibilities?

((Thankfully, she swallows after that, but it's only to lean towards the other girl slightly, as she speaks quietly, intensely.)) No, my house is actually just right for me, Cashmere. I don't need fans or an audience to exist. I'm tough like that. Not like all you people from One, who only win because of the support you get from the simpering idiots watching from home.

And anyway, whatever you're saying is totally besides the point. Your people are soft. I should know. ((She makes a sharp motion with her hand, fingers straight together like a blade, and gives the girl an audacious wink.)) My ax sliced through them like butter.

[64th]

[ Gross. Cashmere scowls. ] No family, either. [ Which is a shitty thing to say, but Cashmere specializes in saying shitty things. It's not like Johanna will be surprised. She reaches across the table, purposely leaning into the other woman's space as she grabs some semi-unidentifiable bite of seafood. ] My parents were so proud when I came home. Can you imagine? Two victors.

[ But she completely deserves what Johanna says next. Cashmere stiffens immediately. If looks could kill. ] This is about you and me. Leave the kids out of it, Seven. I like to take mine home. The only thing you've ever done is get lucky with an axe.

[wickedlyable]

Hey, now. For the short time that my family and I coexisted after the games, they were proud of me too. ((Look at how casually she says it, crossing one leg over the other at the knee. She's kinda proud of herself for being able to say that so blankly now.))

What kids, idiot? They were my age. Some of them were older than me. I know you don't want to humanize me, but you have to face the facts.

But... I guess you're right. I did get lucky. ((She lets her shoulder slump, eyeing the appetizer plate thoughtfully before continuing.)) I was really lucky that all you mentors were stupid enough to fall for my trick. Your complete and utter idiocy really was a blessing for me.

[64th]

Just don't forget. You're one of us. [Maybe Johanna didn't train, but winning is winning. Sometimes changes when you win and you're never the person you were. Maybe you can never be that person again.

Cashmere can feel Gloss' eyes on her. he balances her out. keeps her mellow. she has to keep her cool for him. but that's going to be pretty hard with the way Johanna keeps egging her on. she forces another laugh, leaning in like they're friends about to share a secret. ]

Fuck. You.

[wickedlyable]

((She rolls her eyes, laughing a little as Cashmere leans in.)) Oh, One. You're so fun to talk to. Have a nice time with - Lucas, is that what his name was? Oh, right. I don't give a fuck. ((She gets to her feet, deliberates for a moment, then picks up the appetizer tray from the table and gives Cashmere a wink.))