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[mationix]

She chuckles. "Ah, that's what all old people do," she jokes, closing her eyes, trying to get comfortable.

[CrimsonMoon]

" 'm not old-" comes the retort from behind the door

(Time skip?)

[mationix]

(Sure, an hour or so? c: )

[CrimsonMoon]

-TIME . SKIP-

After being dressed, she was lead to a room with Candyman. He sighs softly and mutters," Watch the TV, it'll help pass the time," he murmurs softly

[mationix]

Ashlie nods and settles beside him, running a hand through her almost dry hair. "So...do you know how long we're going to be waiting out here?" She asks, staring at the TV.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Matter how well the interviews go," he murmurs softly, tilting his head as he gazes at the screen.

A young man and an agent wearing a gas mask with an rnormous drill coming out of it that looked like a giant mosquito... It was horrifying...

[mationix]

She swallows, her stomach churning. "If they don't like us, I'll be killed, won't I?" She asks, glancing at him, remembering the rumors.

[CrimsonMoon]

" In the games in the most fantastic way possible," he chuckles and sighs, tapping his cheek," They'll like you... But you have to be innocent..."

[mationix]

Ashlie shudders at that thought, every bit of excitement concerning the Games disappearing. "Innocent?" She looks at him, confusion written on her face. "What do you mean by that? And for that matter, why innocent?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" If you show you are a fawn, you shouldn't be killed... That you should be at home cuddling up to you boyfriend or puppy, they'll drool over you," He chuckles and puts a hand on her head," Just smile and giggle alot, be charming but delicate."

[mationix]

She ducks away from his patting, scowling at him. "You do know what you're saying is complete bull, right? Can you honestly see me batting my eyes and giggling at them?" She demanded, raising an eyebrow.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well you have to try," He sighs

[mationix]

"You don't sound so confident in my ability to do so. That just proves my point," Ashlie replies dryly. She draws her legs closer to her and wraps her arms around them, placing her chin on top of her knees.

[CrimsonMoon]

He glances a her, his exposed eye half closed,"... You look like a tired veteran..."

[mationix]

Ashlies manages a small smile. "I feel like a tired veteran," she admits, "all this talk about the Games...it's finally coming true for me. It's...a little scary, to know that you could die at any minute."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You're not gonna die," Candyman growls suddenly, crossing his arms over his slender chest," I won't let you. Just... Don't be yourself. You're either innocent or sexy and smart or deadly. There's no grey area."

[mationix]

She shudders, rubbing her arms as goosebumps slowly start to rise up. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, though you can't stop the inevitable," she bitterly replies. Ashlie then shakes her head. "It feels so wrong to not act as myself, as if I'm putting on a mask." She glances at him before looking away, adding quickly, "Not that there's anything wrong with masks..."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Masks can be held for so long... That you forge what is underneath..." He lauses than uncrosses his legs," So... What'll it be, innocent or sexy?"

[mationix]

Ashlie grimaces, considering the two. Finally she unfurls herself, placing her hands on her lap. "Innocent, I doubt I'd be able to do sexy," she finally says, brushing a piece of hair from her face.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I actually agree," The smirk in his voice was obvious," Don't make eye contact, smile like the first time you were eer embarassed and be cheerfule. Now smart or deadly?