I spend the rest of the day checking out the competition. One, Two, and Four are considerable threats, but thats to be expected. Seven looks like they're going to be the least of me and Dior's worries, and everyone else vary's from terribly small to decently tough. Me? I'm towards the smaller side, but I like to think I have some muscle. My mind takes an adventure down memory lane, back to when me and Alexis were swimming in the lake that she loved ever so much, before we got serious, and I was joking about how I don't have strong enough muscles to swim. She had looked at me in a very deep way, as if pondering something, and said "I don't see why you would need them, your heart is the only thing that matters to me." Then she had kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek, not a swift placement on my head, but actually kissed me. It was warm and sweet, and when she pulled back, I looked her in the eye and said "Well, I guess that settles that debate." And I kissed her again after that. And again. And again. Until we were both on the verge of drowning due to the under usage of our arms. I feel the tears starting to pr**k my eyes, and then remember where I am. I'm in a room with 23 crazed k1ll3rs, the last thing they need to see me do it cry. And they never will. Not if I can help it. I wipe my eyes and spot Rosemary over by Arbor, talking in low voices. I decide I should probably introduce myself to Arbor for one, but I also still need to warn them both. But when I rise and start for them, Rosemary catches site of me and says something to Arbor, who looks at me for a moment, and then they both head to the far side of the room. Another strike, another miss. I look around for Dior, not to go to him, but to know where to avoid. There, by knot tying again. I head in the opposite direction towards shelter building. I don't work on building a shelter though, I just observe everyone in the general area. I'm so invested in my observations that I completely miss the words that a small girl says to me. I shake my head and say "I'm sorry, what?" She just smiles and says "I was just asking if you're going to use that piece of fabric." I glance down at the piece of dark red fabric at my feet and say "No, you can use it." She grins and takes it "Thanks!" Then she skitters off, and my eyes can't help but follow her. Worried that she might not be smiling for much longer, when I see a figure squat down in front of me and say "I don't care what you think, I don't want Seven for allies." I look Dior in the eye and say "Well, I don't care. And who said anything about them being our allies?" He smirks and says "You as good as said it yesterday." I glare at him, because even though I didn't say anything close to that, he has figured me out. "So, what? Do you want some sort of award for SUPPOSEDLY figuring out that I wanted them for allies?" "No, I want you to think. They're being targeted. If you team up with them, you will automatically be targeted too. We're a team, and I'm trying to protect you." Too angry to respond, I simply get up and turn away from him, but before I walk away I say "I don't need your protection." And then I strut to the other side of the room, leaving Dior with his own thoughts, and hopefully a sense that I'm some helpless girl from District 12. I'm tough. I'm mean. And now I want Rosemary for an ally more than ever.
