"Here….how about you go in the closet and i stay out here and change. I'm not about to change in the closet."
He says standing up, leaning on the wall with the suit in his hand. He was normally really stubborn. But when he was tired, it was a nightmare trying to get him to change his mind.
She turns to him, and her look says it all.
"Ehhhhh… no. I changed in there, you can too. It's bigger than you think. Plus, I can't really brush my teeth and go to the bathroom in the closet."
She grabs her toothbrush, puts a lob of toothpaste on it, and starts brushing.
Alice went into the bathroom and quickly changed before heading out. She was not a fan of the tight suit. It wasn’t the most comfortable, and it clung everywhere. It was annoying as hell.
"I'm not changing in a closet."
He says with a sigh as he waits for her to brush her teeth.
He wasn't about to go in the closet. He was gonna change right here, and it was gonna be her fault if she didn't leave.
"Just go in the closet! It's not that hard to change in there. Once you've got in on I can at least help you with the wings out here." She says, spitting out the toothpaste. She takes a cup of water and rinses out her mouth.
"Or, you can change out in the room while I go to the bathroom. Just knock on the door once you are done." Before Seong-Jin can answer she shuts the bathroom door and locks it. She's pretty wary when it comes to her privacy.
"I'm not going in that closet"
He scoffs as he unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall off of his arms not even trying to pull it off. He was to tired for this.
Once he was changed, which he did fairly quickly, he had a hard time readjusting his wings. They were bigger than usual, and he could tell they didn't know that. Having to rip the back just a little more for his wings to actually be comfortable in this horrid suit.
She finishes and washes her hands. After she knocks on the door she takes a swig of water.
"Are you done?" She asks.
"Yep!"
He says happily, satisfied with his stubbornness as he moves his shoulderblade around as his wing stretches and folds against his back.
"Are these supposed to be uncomfortable?"
He says sounding slightly annoyed.
She steps out and laughs at his discomfort. "Probably. Do you need help with that?" Zuri points to his wings. "I had some trouble getting my wings settled. Though, you seem to have had more." She says, also noticing the rips in the back.
"Um…yeah if that's all right. I think some of my feathers got caught somewhere."
He says turning around still trying to move them properly
"We're not wearing these during the actual….killing are we"
He says still obviously annoyed.
"I think we are." She guides his wings so that they wouldn't get caught on the fabric. She gets them fully through and steps back. "Try moving your wings around now."
Stretching out his wings, then pressing them against his back after having a gush of wind flow through the room.
"Thanks"
He says looking at them, still trying to adjust the suit against his chest. He was lucky he was kind of muscular or else he would've been pissed.
"So….where do we go now?"
"I don't know, let's just go out in the hallway and see if anyone else is out."
She walks past him and opens the door, peering out. She spots some of the other tributes.
"C' mon. I want to 'meet' some of the other tributes." She says, her voice slightly sarcastic.
She didn't really want to make friends with all of the other tributes. That would just make things in the arena more complicated. She did want to do some evaluation of what they were up against.
"Um, how about no?"
He says crossing his arms at the sight of them.
"That'll just make things worse"
He says looking down the hallway. He had zero interest in the others whatsoever. Unless he could find away to kill them that it.
"Then we don't have to talk to them. Let's just go out in the hallway with everyone else so Michael doesn't whoop our asses for staying in the room the whole time."
She grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward into the hallway then let go. She walked confidently down the hallway and positioned herself within listening distance from the other people in the hallway, but far enough so people didn't think she was approaching them. She leaned against the wall and started a visual evaluation of the room. Seong-Jin could join her or go to his own spot, as long as she didn't get in trouble with Michael.
Leaning against the wall beside her as he was trying to blow white strands of hair out of his face.
"Honestly, why can't we just kill them now?"
He says with a sigh. He honestly hated this whole thing. Way too much work if you ask him. He wanted to go back to his broken up basement eating an apple while flipping through the pages of an old book. Not this crap
"Because if we did try to harm anyone now, the Capital will automatically kill us, or worse."
She also would rather be doing her own thing. Her wings were itching for a swim, and more than anything, she wished she could be with her mom.
"Oh! That sounds fun!"
He says turning to her suddenly intrigued.
"How do you know so much about this? And what would they do to us if they don't kill us? Torture? I always love some suffering and pain here and then"
He says not sarcastically at all. Most would most deem him insane. Which he probably was when it came to matters like this.
"You're messed up, man." She says, giving him the side-eye.
"I've heard if you break laws they cut off your tongue and make you a slave. I don't know if it's true though. If they do torture, I'd bet big money that you would not love pain and suffering during that."
"Oh, you don't know me. And seriously? That's all they do? No whips or blades or hooks? How lame honestly."
He says with a shrug and a sigh. He wouldn't mind having his tongue cut off, to be honest. But he was smart enough not to break the rules. It would be too boring to kill these people and that's it. He would win and then kill more.
"They do mind games. They mess with your brain. They have chemicals that'll make pain a relief. Death would be preferable than what they can inject you with. Now shut up about pain, Michael is here." Sure enough, Michael was approaching them to bring them to the training room.
The hour went fast, she thought
"How lame"
He says with a sigh as he follows whoever this Micheal guy was.
(We might have to pause again so everyone else can go off to the training room.)
(Oh heck um…)
Ash sighed as she left her room, standing uncomfortably outside her door with her arms crossed for a few moments before slowly making her way in what she assumed was the general direction of the training room.
Alice finally got to the training room, after three or four times of going the wrong way and having to be redirected by some poor soul who happened to be in the vicinity. She opened the door, relieved to finally have found it, and walked inside. Her partner had yet to get there, and so she surveyed the competition by herself.