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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!

<center><table width="350px"><tr><td><img src="LINK TO AN IMAGE HERE" width="350px"><br /><div align="justify" style="width: 800;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; padding: 5px;"><i><a href="LINK TO THE URL OF THE SONG HERE"><font color="#a11601">PUT YOUR SONG TITLE HERE</a></i></font></span><br /><small><font color="#728FA7">ARTIST NAME GOES HERE</font></small><br /><br /><div align="justify" style="width: 750;"><font face="georgia" color="#333366"><small>and this is where / you post the lyrics / that you want to use / as a prompt</small></font></div></div><br /></td></tr></table></img></center></div></div>

Comments

[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.))