Play Now, Kill Later // Pierce & Charlie

[cameo]

Charlie Smith 

Once again the obtrusive lights of the Sun brutally welcome me in the realm of reality. All too gracefully it’s Rays are peaking across the land, like outstretched fingers hungry for a touch upon the concrete fields, and it takes me a second to grasp the time of day… or night - but surely it is dawn, and training will be beckoning soon. Or perhaps not? As nearly every aspect of the Capitol laughs at the concept of truth, anything and everything could simply be an illusion. But the silky sheets cocooning my body doesn’t sing of falsehood, nor does the gorgeous man laying beside me whom surprises me only slightly as I turn over on the lavish bed.

Memory engulfs upon me like a ton of bricks the moment my eyes gaze upon him. Even before I stepped onto the Train to the Capitol intoxication had already been influencing my veins. More alcoholic beverages flooded my stomach, and immediately my claws carved into my first victim - my district Partner. Within the first fifteen minutes we claimed a private room, and I enveloped him within my coy seduction. And the moment I stepped onto the Capitol, my need crept me to my next game - District Twelve’s Male, who lies beside me now.

“Ready for round…” How many times did we weave in a luscious dance? With how appealing he is, I have to assume more then once - but an exact answer doesn’t recall in my memory just yet. The tips of my fingers comb across his drawing chin line, my nails hungry for more of him. “Or should I go look for a new play toy?” Tease from my starving lips - though of not complete comedy, as I surely do plan to make my way through every Runner of decent age.

[Arrow]

Pierce Vilamanix

    Sweet seduction is the true taste of my travels. What I can only assume is millions of miles between myself and a cell of crude coal is all the more sexily spicing to this experience. As though a predator piercing into the perfect place for poaching I find myself mulling through my options with extreme ecstasy. Tight dress of white with view of a house I wish to visit above always watching, I'm always winking to the most desirable designation of temptation. Aside from the Queen of the Maze herself, I find myself also imaginative with the ideology of those riddled with ridiculous emotions. As I learned from countless Selection Ceremonies, fear only forces out the full frontal assault of the true purpose of people. Sex. 

    I'm uncertain which day of "dread" is dawning into dreary existence but I am well aware of the smooth skin slipping beneath my palm. Curves of concise creation most clearly christened her worthy of my hunt, and my success rate appears to remain intact. Although the tactics of the night remain lost in a haze of happiness spurred by the stupor of drinks, I am positive our play time was perfectly enriching. My lips find themselves all too comfortably in the crook of her neck. Although she still sways in the mists of her mind's slumber my hunger never dulls. Control yourself Pierce, if your patient you'll always have VIP access instead of a stand ended with a spicy slap. I remove my taste buds from their inspection and wait for my maiden to awaken. 

    Slight storms hide within the illumination of her irises as well, at least I'm not alone in my lacking of memories. Her words almost seem stolen from my building breath, its no surprise I find myself slithered into her sheets. I slide atop her all too terribly teasing her lips just inches from contact. "We don't have enough time to double dip, might as well enjoy the buffet while its available and fresh." I slide from the safe sanctuary of the silk which surrounded us and let the sunlight spill upon my exposed skin. A grin greets my face as I look at the wonderful world which I one day wish to return to. My eyes fall back to my host. "Have no fear though, I am all but certain we will have plenty of time for indulging in each other's company in the Maze." A proposition fitting for a wing woman of her state. 

[cameo]

Charlie Smith

The alluring frame of his Being slithers on top of me, taunting me with the closeness of his lips - confirming me of the hunger of my desires. Surely it’s not the craving of my heart however, but the needs of another region. There’s an urgency to clasp my claws upon him once more, for just another single taste, but I allow him to coyly creep away from my grip. Identical desires tempt at us both, which only evokes respect towards him from myself. A smile seductively forms across my lips; as I calmly bite my bottom one to assure my resistance, and envelope myself within these inviting sheets to prevent my body from attacking what it simply wants again.

Though time is limited within the Capitol to go after our pray, there’s plenty of moments within the Arena awaiting our gnawing reunion - just as he says. “If you’re lucky enough.” I tease him back, in my personal revenge for not fulfilling my impatient hunger. Still my eyes refuse to shy from gazing at him, sketching a memory of another buckle upon my belt. “All depends on how the others taste. But from what I remember you were quite delicious.” With that I sit up upon the bed, bringing the sheet along with me as if to taunt him further. Containing more, always leaves a soul starving for more later.

“A toast before we embark on our hunt?” To my satisfaction a remaining bottle awaits on the nightstand beside me - and just as always I consume a sip before offering it over. “I’ll keep you informed on yummy targets if you do that same.” Is proposed with the sharing of my bottle.

[Arrow]

Pierce Vilamanix

    Mint mulls over my mouth as I pop a particularly large one onto my tongue with a flick of my fingers. Outside the glass of my obscene observation I watch as all the finest features frolic about their painted play house of a city. Circular curves of clear Capitol creation are all too tempting to let die without any desire, oh how I long for a night lost in all their lavishes. The mint vanishes swiftly within my saliva and I lick my lips loitering over the lingering taste of lip stick I know all too well isn't my own. My eyes enlighten themselves with another view of my scandalous shadow still sitting with a smirk upon her silken sheets. My teeth twitch over the surface of my bottom lip's skin, seduction certainly is a cruel mistress. My hands then run through the mess of my hair and relieves it of the beads of sweat which still barely hang to my brow from the past activity.  

    Coyly I creep over the tiles' tantalizing touches which sends sparks surging through my veins. Upon reaching the beauty in the bed I let my beast take a little turn at the helm of my decisions. Bringing the bottle into my palms takes only a sudden spin of my hand and I allow the alcohol to invite itself into my system. If I can train and fight drunk then just imagine what I'll be capable of without it. I return the bottle to the babe before rolling back over her in a heated hurtle, a smile splits the corners of my lips as they purse against her neck. The beast builds in confidence but I force him to be somewhat confined within his cell, remember patience my friend, patience. I pull my lips up slowly centimeters from her ear while massaging her lightly. 

    "My pristine partner, I'm always lucky." I kiss the back of her neck before again drawing away in devastating delight. A robe for once actually wraps itself around my body and I turn back towards her with a circular spin. "As for exchanging information with one another, I couldn't agree more. But..." I pause allowing the proposal I'm about to share build with exciting anticipation. "Why don't we make this a game. We both have rounds with the same lucky lovers and we both rate them. Let's combine our efforts to fine the most flawless of night time exchanges." I let myself laugh at that before sitting upon a bedside table with a lean. "Now that I will drink to."

[cameo]

Charlie Smith

Within a graceful tumble over me, my alluring Friend reunites with his’ former side of my bed. His drawing lips linger above the skin of my neck, gracefully gliding to centimeters from my ear for his words to easily comb through them. That ravishing voice speaks of being lucky, before that very mouth gently connects with the neck he’s been taunting. Chills rumble across my exterior, crafting a grin across my cheeks. And with that final tease he breaches from my sheets, for assumingely the last time.

An agreement on sharing intel on other possible seductions crumbles from his tongue, along with the suggestion of a game. The addition of some fun spice can often never go wrong, refraining my smirk from shriveling in a deny. This he’ll gladly take a drink to, as he half sits and half leans against a nightstand beside me. With the bottle of poison within my possession, I inhale another slither of a sip, before offering it back over to him - a verbal response lingering from arrival in suspense.

“Sounds good to me.” Complies smoothly through my craving lips. “Maybe if you’re as luck as you say, we’ll have a three some with this Victor.” The ending word humors in tone, as if mocking the Head Maze-Makers. “I’ll give you a head start since I already slept with my District Partner on the train ride over here.” A stretch combs across my bones, prior to curling up in my sheets with a hunger to remain here for a few more hours. Why must the prey be hunted before joining me here? It’d be so much easier if they simply flocked to my needs.