Absinthe Phoenix

I can sell you lies. You can't get enough. Make a true believer of anyone, anyone, anyone

[delta-lantieri-blog]

New Ties || Delta, Absinthe & Victory || D12 Suite

[delta-lantieri-blog]

I glance at both Absinthe and Victory. Both are amazing competitors and I can see myself wreaking absolute havoc with these two in the arena. I intended to only ally myself with those who I see are strongest, no matter their private training score, or if a sponsor chooses them. I do not believe thats what will make someone strong, but their own will to live.

"You and I have had this discussion once already Absinthe, you know my answer." I pause to look to my side at Victory. "Now the question is if Victory will join us." Absinthe and I had already made this agreement. And Victory would make an excellent addition to this team. 

[miss-autumn-raine]

Absinthes cheeriness makes me cringe a little but I keep it hidden and watch themm both. So they’ve already discussed this? Interesting.

I nod slowly once, “I’ll join you, as long as you - Absinthe - stop sounding like a capitolite taking too many happy pills, otherwise some alterations will have to be made to your voice box.” I smiled sweetly as I looked at her, the act needed to be dropped and soon if she valued her vocal chords.

I looked at them both and raised an eyebrow, “Am I being asked to ally with you only on account of having a high score or are we all agreed that we can and will cause a lot of destruction as a team?”

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

I smirk, a devilish look appearing in my eyes. "That's all I needed to hear, Victory dear. Now I can drop this goddamn annoying ass act, at least until someone other than you two makes an appearance," I state. 

"Oh, private training means nothing to me. It's what you do in action, and I've seen you both in action. And I'm pretty fucking sure that I like what I've seen, otherwise you two wouldn't be here right now," I reply to Victory. Getting a nine means the bitch has pretty skills that the gamemakers like to see. I value the skills people have when they get down and dirty. And both of these bitches have them. 

"And we will be wreaking havoc in the arena as a terrifying ass team," I conclude. 

[delta-lantieri-blog]

New Ties || Delta, Absinthe & Victory || D12 Suite

[delta-lantieri-blog]

Victory arrives at the suite not a moment after I knock on the door. I nod in return to Victory. I respected her, and wouldn’t mind her as a partner in the Games, which I’m positive is why we’re both here at Absinthe door. However I worry that she will decide against any sort of alliance with me given my horrible training score, and hers the highest of the tributes. But I will let her plan her games as she sees fit, I hope for her own self that she does not turn Absinthe and I down, however.

The door swings open and silent woman answers, quickly followed by the sound of an artificial Absinthe echoing in my ears. I glance at Victory, wondering if she knows of the true Absinthe. But I don’t dwell on this too long, as Im sure thats to change.

I enter, accompanied by Victory, and make my way over to Absinthe. I sit on the couch opposite from Absinthe and smirk. “Morning ladies, now why have you demanded our presence so god damn early Twelve?”

[miss-autumn-raine]

I almost laugh at the way Absinthe calls us over but I keep myself composed, we’re all acting here, for now anyway. I walk with Delta and sit next to her, folding my hands in front of me, this should certainly be an interesting meeting.

For non-careers their scores were good, and having trained with them both I knew that they were talented, if I was going to ally with anyone it would be them.

I looked at Absinthe with a slight smirk, “I assume we’re here to discuss an alliance?” I glanced at Delta for a moment, “If that’s the case I’m listening.” I crossed my legs and leant back slightly, considering the alliance before the conversation had even begun. There was no doubt in my mind that we could cause a lot of problems for a lot of people. It was a thought that made me happy.

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

I intend to possess a hell of a lot of power in the arena, and this alliance will supply me with it. We have the brains, the brawn, and the skill. Together, we shall surely be able to utterly fuck up anyone who dares cross our path. At this point, I'm itching to fucking rip out someone's eyeballs and shove them down their throat. 

"You stand corrected, Victory! I would like to propose an alliance indeed. You, Delta, and I!" I exclaim. "Do you both agree?" I inquire. The bitches better do so. Otherwise I'm coming after them the first chance I get. 

I'll wait until Victory agrees to ally with Delta and I before I reveal my true nature. If she likes me as I am now (I can't fucking imagine how goddamn annoying I must seem) then she'll most definitely like me once she sees how much of a psychotic bitch I am. I can imagine that she'll pride me on my clever strategy.

[delta-lantieri-blog]

New Ties || Delta, Absinthe & Victory || D12 Suite

In the early hours of the morning, i am shaken awake by Lise and the other one. Lise demands that I get up and get ready, that I have to go up to the district 12 suite cause Absinthe has requested Victory and I. I roll my eyes as Im still filled with rage over my pile of shit of a private training score. But that is merely fuel for the carnage to come.

I shower leisurely and dress before I exit my bedroom and enter the living area. The other kid sits at the table, nervous as ever, and with him are Lise and… I don’t know, the other bitch. i don’t stop to chat since I soon rather skin myself with a spatula and quickly exit my suite and head towards the elevator.

I push the button and ride the machine up to the twelfth floor. I calmly knock on the door marked with a 12 and wait for ‘bubbles’ to swing it open. 

[miss-autumn-raine]

Waking up in the ridiculous hours of the morning is nothing new to me, but being woken because someone else requested my presence? Definitely new. Since it was the girl from 12 I was equally confused, although, it was incredibly early so I could forgive myself.

I go slowly, as usual, and take my time in making myself look presentable. Managing to make myself some toast and eat it before stepping into the elevator. Only Nixie would know I was gone and that was fine by me.

I raked my fingers through my hair one last time before finally stepping out of the elevator, Delta is already there and I can only assume she has knocked, so I stand next to her. I glance at her and nod slightly as a greeting, it’s too early to talk to people with a civil tongue and this particular person doesn’t make me want to skin myself, I’d quite like to keep it that way. The wait for the door to open is completely silent.

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

I awaken early in the morning with a plan in mind. I always have a plan in mind. However this particular plan requires the presence of others. I command my dumbass fucking escort to request the presences of Delta Lantieri and Victory Mason. Their private trainings scores have proved that they are both capable of wondrous destruction. Now is the time to align both of them with myself. 

I am swift in preparing myself for their arrivals. I shower and dress in a comfortable garb before seating myself on the couch, and crossing my legs. I clutch a warm mug of tea in my lithe fingers. Obviously there's a bit more than fucking tea in this mug. 

I make sure that the repulsive Kav is nowhere to be found. That asshole will not be privy to what is about to occur. 

I hear a knock. As if I'll get up. An avon opens the door. Victory and Delta step through the threshold. 

"Over here ladies!" I exclaim. Soon I shall be able to do away with this awful fucking facade, if only for a brief moment.

[thepanemgames]

district twelve:

Absinthe Phoenix with a score of six 

Kav Droomers with a score of eight

[walnutwaxblog]

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

absinthe phoenix status update | training: day three

→urban exploration with kav at the urban biome: kav's still a fucking dick, unsurprisingly. i toyed with him a bit while i learned how to bungee jump, explore and scale buildings, and track down things in a city environment. 

→red stained blades with kaffira at throwing knives and axes: kaffira has quite the interesting past. a missing eye as a result of a goddamn peacekeeper incident. and he's a lumberjack as well. i improved my skill with knives, and let me just say, i cannot wait to skin a bitch alive in the arena. 

→combative comrades with delta at hand-to-hand: i learned an array of unarmed combat techniques with delta, my favorite royal bitch. i revealed myself to her, and demanded that she align herself with me. now i don't have to kill the goddamn bitch. 

→rebel training one-shot at first-aid & medical: i learned how to do some medical shit, imagining myself in a Capitol bombing situation. I wish it had been real. 

→painting with all the colors of the wind one-shot at camouflage and the forest biome: painted my own goddamn flesh with natural substances before moving on to the forest biome. shit was boring, but necessary as fuck. and there's no way in hell i'm letting myself die in the arena because i neglect to learn such skills. 

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

painting with all the colors of the wind | one-shot | camouflage & forest biome

I adorn my flesh with hues of shimmering blues and depthful greens, creating a texture that mimics the rolling, foaming gentle waves of oceans, rivers, and streams. A silvery coat lies atop it, simulating the gleam produced when the sun’s rays shine upon water.

I do not move as I lie underwater. Bubbles of oxygen escape from my lips, rising to the surface. A shadow is cast upon me, but I remain unseen. I thrust my dagger to the side, tearing through flesh. Blood is diluted by the water. It is a rosy pink color as it swirls like silk from the wound. I leap up. Plunging the dagger in. Yanking it out. Over and over again. Until a bloodied corpse of what once was a loyalist lies before me.

Light greens. Darker greens. Comforting Browns. Earthy tones. Gnarled trunks. Long, spindly branches. Perfectly manicured spring leaves that have only just sprouted forth from buds. Sunshine filtering through the tree-top canopies.

I stand completely still up against the rough bark of the trunk of a tree. I slow my breathing, watching closely for any hints of movement nearby. The crunching of leaves is audible. A peacekeeper walks directly past me. Fucking idiot. That’ll be his last goddamn mistake. Silently, I leap forth, placing one hand atop his head and the other around his throat. I twist slightly, and a deliciously fatal snap echoes throughout the forest.

The only damn way I can actually learn this shit is by imagining myself in the most important situations, all of which involve destroying the Capitol.

I migrate to the forest biome, walking around within it to familiarize myself with the environment. It's possible that the arena will be a forest, and there's no way in hell I won't be prepared for it. I practice climbing the trees, seeking shelter, and tracking before I'm finally fucking done with goddamn training. 

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

urban exploration | absinthe & kav | urban biome

[kav-droomers]

I had to give Absinthe a nod for denying the harness. We wouldn’t have that sort of support in the Arena, but for the sake of not wanting to plummet 40-50 feet to my death in training, I opted to take it.

After we reach the ground and I unhook myself I nod at her suggestion, “But of course, dear.” I say as we walked through the “streets” towards the tracking station. The only exposure I had to an actual city was the few minute walk from the train to the training facility and the short time I spent on the roof. This faux concrete jungle probably served a real city no justice but I took it for what it’s worth. 

Learning to track in a city was a lot different than the wild: buildings could aid in echos, shadows were to be watched for, patterns in the dirt, concrete, puddles whose water was disturbed. And of course, there was the possibility whatever you were tracking went beneath into the sewer system or began scaling a building. You had to rely on all your senses and be in tune with the new beast around you.

The trainer told us there were dummies hidden in a small portion of the biome which we could track. “We might cover more ground if we split up.” I suggested genuinely to Absinthe, when in fact I wanted to get away from the damn girl for five fucking minutes. Thankfully she didn’t protest and bounced off in her own direction while I went off on my own.

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

Thank fucking god. I'm finally rid of the goddamn bitch. "Okay, Kav! That's fine!" I tell him. I head into the streets, keeping my eyes peeled for some gelatinous dummy. 

I come to a manhole and decide to go into the sewer system. Heaving the heavy circle off of the ground, I lower myself into the fucking rotten smelling sewer and begin to look around. 

I spot the dummy. What the fuck, they couldn't have tried any goddamn harder to hide it? I creep along the edge of the sewer and reach for it. Just as I do, some fucking lizard mutt begins to slink through the sludge towards me, baring rows of sharp as hell teeth. 

I don't wait for the mutt drenched in shit to come at me, I launch myself at it, fastening my hands around it's slimy ass throat. It lashes out, biting at my arm. I slam the bastard against the wall a few times and it bats at me with its fucking razor sharp tail. I'm done with this creature. I simply twist its neck and toss it aside. I smile widely at the camera down here. This better have been the fucking show the game makers and sponsors were looking for. 

I drag the dummy out of the sewer. "I got it, Kav!" I announce as I spot him. 

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

rebel training | one-shot | first-aid and medical

Incendiary bombs have been dropped. They have razed the land, shattering buildings, forming craters in the earth, turning human flesh to the dust that mingles with the putrid-smelling air. Plumes of smoke rise in all directions as if they are mirages of what there once was.

Shrapnel has ripped through the flesh of rebels and citizens. The debris has found a home, burrowed deep into its victims. It ricochets off of buildings, off of people, drawing plentiful amounts of crimson blood from veins along its path of destruction, of chaos.

The casualty count remains unknown. There are too many dead, too many gravely injured, to be sure. Too many are trapped underneath slabs of concrete where no daylight dares shine, and no oxygen dares filter into. Too many have simply been reduced to the ash and burning remains that sting my eyes as I work to keep the death toll down.

A young girl, her dark complexion covered in bits of ash, has blood dripping down her face. A long gash sits on her forehead. She is alone. Her parents have perished. She will be taken under by one of the rebels. She will loathe the Capitol for the rest of her life, even after it is destroyed just like her childhood was.

I disinfect the throbbing wound, killing infection and bacteria. Wrapping a thick layer of gauze around her head, I bind it with medical tape. I tell her where she can seek refuge. I tell her that she will be okay. But I don’t know if my words will ring true. The goddamn Capitol bastards always make sure of that.

A middle-aged man, his face riddled with small slices and dirt, hobbles over. Her thrusts his hand out. Fingers are missing and it is festering. A repulsive mixture of pus and blood is secreted from the wounds. I dip a meat cleaver in the flame. No later than it begins to take on an orange glowing tint do I amputate his hand. He grits his teeth. He’s strong. He’s a rebel. I bandage the stump and send him off to the rest with the other wounded.

A wailing son brings his unconscious mother. I open her eyelids. “It’s a concussion. She’ll survive,” I tell him. “But those fucking Capitolites won’t,” I add with a grimace on my face.

I swiftly stitch up a cut on her arm, and one on his cheek. Threading the needle in and out of their flesh, I mend it together and put gauze over it.

“Head to the northwest hospital. It’s too new to be on the Capitol’s radar,” I order him.

I put down the needle and crack my knuckles. Exiting the medical station, I seek out one more to visit before the day ends, and I’m one day closer to being able to slaughter my opponents.

[delta-lantieri-blog]

Combative Comrades || Hand-to-Hand || Delta & Absinthe

[delta-lantieri-blog]

"Id use the term ‘competitors’ lightly there, not a very threatening bunch, now are they.” I say calmly in response. And i believe my words to be true. Ive met nothing but good little boys and girl, either that or arrogant pricks that already think they’ve won. and I can’t wait to be the wake up call they need.

"Are you proposing an alliance, sweet Absinthe?" I inquire. "Cause if you are, just know that Id sooner throw myself off a balcony than ally with a preppy annoyance such as yourself." I say a bit louder than my usual tone, but add a wink to show that my words hold nothing but lies. In case any prying ears are upon us.

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

A smart little bitch she is, luckily. Otherwise, I'd have to slit her damn throat in her sleep. "You know, Delta, I don't like to get mad too often, but you've pushed me to the edge! I'd never want to ally with someone so mean and horrible!" I say to Delta, pouting. 

"Good day!" I exclaim as I stroll away. 

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

urban exploration | absinthe & kav | urban biome

[kav-droomers]

"Now, don’t put me on the spot here, dear." I reply, my smile still present. Glsiten is a tool to utilize, nothing more. I already have her on my hook and pending Llyr and I’s conversation later, I’ll either reel her in or shake her loose. In this case maybe I can have someone else claim her life, not that I wouldn’t bat an eye if I myself ended up doing it. Nor do I really care if rumors begin to spread, it’s not like they will matter in a few days.

I gave her a nod at her exclamation, rolling my eyes behind her back as we left the room. Part of me hopes I have the pleasure of tearing the tongue from this wretched cunts mouth in the Arena and finally silencing that voice. 

I hear the lock click behind us, sealing us in the air. Only one way down. Luckily my eyes caught sight of a pair of harnesses laying on top of some rubble. “Best seal yourself in there, wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” I say to Absinthe nodding to the restraints. 

"I didn’t think anyone would make it up here." came a voice that slipped through the door: a trainer. He hooked Absinthe and I in and lazily sat to the side as we began down the building.

I kept a bit of distance between her and I. I recalled what Kaffira taught me at the rock climbing wall and applied it to the building, relying more so on the holds and cracks in the walls as oppose to repelling with the aid of the rope. I felt with my feet, relying on all my limbs as oppose to just my eyes. “How are you doing over there?” I called to her as I maintained my attention on my descent. 

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

What the fuck. I didn't want the damn harnesses. It would have been so much fucking easier for him to take a nice little slip without it. "No thanks!" I reply cheerily as I toss the harness aside. "I won't have a harness in the arena!" I add. 

I latch onto the edge of the building, and, finding footholds in its face, fit my feet into them. "Woohoo! This is so fun!" I exclaim as I slowly make my way down. 

I've already killed Snow. I bear his head on my belt. The hovercraft has been chased off by the Capitol. I've been stranded atop the roof with little provisions, and now I must scale it intrepidly. 

"I'm wonderful!" I reply to Kav. 

We soon reach the ground, and there's one station left: tracking. "Shall we partake in some urban tracking, Kav?" I ask him with a smile. 

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

urban exploration | absinthe & kav | urban biome

[kav-droomers]

"She certainly is something." I say as a warm smile took my face, appearing to have an interest in the blonde. Part of me hopes I do run into her again, she can be utilized in some capacity. Llyr and I will need to discuss her further. "Hmm, the obstacle course was nice." I lie. Truthfully the hand-to-hand station and axes have been my favorite so far for a number of reasons.

I hid the annoyance in my face when she cried out. Had this been the Arena she would have attracted some sort of attention and gotten herself killed. Actually, disregard that, her ear piercing voice can be more useful in that regard.

Instead I put a smirk on my face and lazily turned my head to regard her, “They certainly do. Wouldn’t be fun if they weren’t.” We moved along the hallway until we came to a room with no door.

It was an office, or at least what used to be one: any furniture was destroyed, there were papers and debris scattered all over the floor, and the wall was blown away revealing the rest of the biome and training center.

We began examining the room, which was near silent save for the scuffling of the paper beneath our feet. I stepped lightly, just in case the floor gave way but it seemed plenty sturdy. “Everyone is so small from up here.” i mumbled under my breath looking out of the blown away wall.

I turned to my partner, “Would you like to move forwa-Ab!” I launched myself towards her, grabbing her around the waist before she fell through a hole in the ground, conveniently covered under a mound of paper. “Tricky indeed. Are you alright?” I asked genuinely, feigning my professional guise. She’s the last person I would ever waste my time and energy helping.

"Try this again, would you like to move forward?"

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

Aw. Cute young love in the fucking Hunger Games! I would just love to torture the bitch before his own goddamn eyes, and then let him weep over her dead corpse as I slice his flesh off. "Oooooh! Do you like Glisten?!" I say with a smile on my face. 

All of me wishes that I hadn't maintained by façade, and had simply allowed the asshole to plummet to his extremely timely death. What I wouldn't give to see his arms bent at deliciously twisted angles and blood and brain matter pouring out of his skull. I suppose I'll have to wait until the arena to see shit like that. 

Alpha bitch leads me into some office. Cowering behind a desk is the president's publicist. I toss an explosive that combusts upon making contact with any surface and leap out of the way, ducking for cover. The bomb detonates, and her brains are blown sky fucking high. The vile fucking president hears it, he feels it. He knows I'm coming. 

I step inside the office. Kav looks around and I don't care enough to see what the hell he's even doing. Instead, I look around on the floor, intrigued by a pile of ripped papers. I curiously nudge them aside with my foot, revealing a hole beneath them. I hide a devilish smirk as I cover the hole back up. 

If I have an opportunity to toy with the bitch, I'll do it. And I'll have some fun with the sponsors. 

I step onto the hole and scream out, "Kav!" My knight in fucking shining armor comes to my goddamn rescue, pushing me out of the way. Where he can't see me, I shed my pleasant expression, smirking mischievously at a camera feeding what goes on in here to the gamemaker and sponsor balcony. Little by little, I'll begin to clue them in. And I'll put on a show while doing so.

"Oh my gosh, Kav! Thank you so much! I don't know what I'd have done without your help!" I shriek. 

"Yes, let's move forward!" I exclaim. 

We soon reach the summit of the building, and the door through which we came closes and locks automatically. I realize that we'll have to climb down the face of the building if we want to get back down. This shit is going to be fun. And it increases the chance of me getting to see Kav dead on the ground. 

[delta-lantieri-blog]

Combative Comrades || Hand-to-Hand || Delta & Absinthe

[delta-lantieri-blog]

I smirk. Genuinely elated that this bitch wasn’t really some annoying happy girl that was all smiles. I couldn’t stand the sight of her not two minutes ago, and now I’m enjoying this new company.

"Okay, I won’t tell any of these worthless attempts at competitors, if you don’t tell them that you beat me. Cant have them knowing some happy, bubbly bitch put a scratch on me." I replied

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

"Fine by me. I only want these other incompetent competitors to think of me as the exuberant as fuck Absinthe, not Absinthe the rebel. I can trust that you as well hate the Capitol?" I say in a hushed whisper to Delta. 

"Additionally, you can either join forces with me, or I will go after you in the arena, now that you know my little secret. I don't prefer the latter, to be honest, but I'll stay true to my word if need be," I threaten with a wide smile. I sure as hell can't have the sponsors and game makers watching seeing me break character. Not yet. 

[one-eyed-psychopath]

Red stained blades || Absinthe & Kaffira || Axes + Knives

[one-eyed-psychopath]

"They weren’t very nice people, I guess. Especially the captain, he’s the one that did this to me." I forced on a smile, and turned to chop up another dummy with my axe. I wasn’t really getting much practice in, just refreshing my mind about this tool.

"Wow, Twelve? Never seen images of it, just know what it’s for. And Seven is nice. Especially in the winter, looks so amazing in the snow. I smiled, thinking back to winters in the District. Everything just seemed to shine off of the sun. I still had to work though, and it was still cold as shit.

"Indeed I was a lumberjack back home. Well, kinda. Full time lumber jack and I worked for the peacekeepers for some of the time. But yeah, lumberjacking is my forte." I chuckled, and was reminded of the long days spent home cutting down trees.

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

"They sure weren't! Who is the captain?" I inquire. His past is all too interesting, and I'm not going to stop prying. And my cheery little façade makes people open up to me, I suppose. At least, it makes Kaffira open up to me. This would be so much damn easier if everyone did. 

"Twelve is so so so beautiful! I love it so much!" I exclaim. 

"What does the Capitol use all those giant trees for? And how do they even get the giant trees all the way to the Capitol?" I question. I want to know how important seven is to the Capitol, and how to cut off their lumber supply. For future reference. Any and all intel will be used. 

His lumberjack occupation tells me that he's damn good with an axe. But his peacekeeper-involved occupation, that shit, completely eludes me. "What did you do for the peacekeepers?" I ask, my eyes wide. 

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

urban exploration | absinthe & kav | urban biome

[kav-droomers]

"She is a nice girl, yes." I chuckle at her exclamations. Shit, it was becoming irritating, but I continued my charade. I was fine dedicating the majority of my morning to training with her, it meant more time to observe. "I can assure you, she’s not hard to miss." I didn’t see the bright blonde here just yet. I wouldn’t be surprised if most Careers showed up lazily during the final day.

She certainly did have a lot of enthusiasm and energy as she practically tore into the building. I tailed behind her, taking Kaffira’s advice to heart to look ahead as I moved. I had a chance to do so twice during the obstacle course: once when Delta and I crossed the beams, and again when I ran the course in reverse and opted to hop on the jagged rocks below the monkey bars as oppose to using the rungs. 

I jumped across the rubble with little difficulty, knowing that if this was the Arena there could be arrows and mutts all around. I heard Absinthe call and follwed her trail, “I think I’d pull you down if I tried to grab hold.” I said as I ignored her hand and made my way up on my own. “What’s been your favorite station here so far?” I asked as we caught our breath.

This was a nice work out, I was enjoying it. At least she’s keeping pace. The rubble we were on gave way to an in tact floor, whatever remained of the level we were on. There were a series of doors along the hallway that wrapped around the level, curiosity was getting the best of me. “Go explore a little before we head up?”

I walked past the first four doors, stepping lightly to make sure the floor didn’t cave in, stopping at the fifth. I gently placed my ear to it, it was silent on the other side. As one last precautionary I placed the back of my hand to the door handle, just to check for heat. Nothing. Standing on one side of the door frame I turned the handle and tapped the door, letting it swing open gently on its own as we peered inside.

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

"Well, I absolutely can't wait to meet her! If you like her, then she must be wonderful!" I say. I'll try to reserve my judgments about her, but it's goddamn hard to like someone form the coddled district of Panem: one. 

I smile pleasantly. "Oh, yes, you probably would!" I exclaim. As if this bitch could pull me down. I have strength, wound up in my wiry frame. And some self-important dick isn't going to send me careening to the ground. 

I had a hell of a lot of fun at hand-to-hand with Victory. Fighting the bitch like that was thrilling, and I got to inflict a bit of torture. Definitely my favorite. "Hmm...well I've done so many, it's so hard to decide! But, I think my favorite has to be meditation! I was so calm there!" I respond. "What about you, Kav? What's your favorite station?" I question. 

"Oooooh, I love exploring! Let's look around!" I decide. 

I imagine that I'm tracking down Snow's most prized staff member. Through the first through doors, not a damn thing can be found. But, in the fourth, is Snow's secretary of war and rebel oppression. I act quickly, slicing his head off. I grab the head, bearing it as I venture deeper into the belly of the beast, searching for Snow. 

Kav opens the door, preparing to step in. "Oh my gosh, Kav, stop!" I shriek as I notice that there is simply nothingness-open air-through the fifth door. 

"I suppose the gamemakers like to be little tricksters!" I pout. 

[delta-lantieri-blog]

Combative Comrades || Hand-to-Hand || Delta & Absinthe

[delta-lantieri-blog]

I wait for the environment to change back to whatever absinthes next choice was, but it doesn’t. Im confused until I here her over the edge of the cat walk. I cough cause I am that surprised at what I heard.

She pulls herself back up and stands in front of me. A smirk across her face. A smirk that does not appear on Absinthes face. She is an annoying happy littl- but then it hits me. I realize it and a sinister smile blossoms on my face. That explains the tattoos, and that explains the pain tolerance on this girl.

She is tough, cynical, she doesn’t take any bullshit, and is a skilled killer. Maybe I was wrong about this girl, actually I definitely was, cause now i feel like we could be friends. 

I cross my arms and lean on my leg, my grin still glowing. “Well, well you really are one tough bitch.” I say with a wink.

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

I start laughing-and not my cheerful giggle, my real, bold and brazen laugh-at this girl's reaction. Who knew that Delta, who fucking hated me beforehand, would love me now. 

"Yeah, I fucking am, I suppose. I like to inflict pain, and I can take it as well," I tell Delta. 

"So, bitch, can I trust that you won't go blabbing your big-ass mouth to everyone about me?" I ask. 

[delta-lantieri-blog]

Combative Comrades || Hand-to-Hand || Delta & Absinthe

[delta-lantieri-blog]

I stand up and I seethe with anger. How in the holy fuck does this little bitch fight like this. Im not sure yet if I like it, or if its just bald trouble. This bitch could take a beating, add that to the maybe list. But I guess we’ll just have to figure out, together.

"Okay bitch, my turn now." I pure in a calming voice.

the environment changes, the sun above darkens with thick black fog. The ground beneath our feet turns to a stripped metal catwalk. The very same catwalks that line the power plants back home in Five. Underneath us, a reactor roars.

I leap forward and my heel connects with her knee and she crumples to one knee. I then bring my own knee up into her chin and she sprawls backwards, getting up quickly. “Oh Delta! Isn’t this just so much fun!” She exclaims, but i retort with a fist to her face.

She sends a fist of her own back at me and it connects with my jaw, I grit my teeth and clutch onto her wrist, twisting and pulling it up as I do. Her body follows and I yank her overhead and slam her into the metal on the other side of me. “Looks like barbie is a little more plastic than I thought.”

I sneer as I stomp on her face, before kicking her over the edge of the catwalk.

[adrinkofabsinthe-blog]

I cling to the edge of the catwalk. Something about this fucking bitch makes me want to reveal my true self to her. We're so goddamn alike. Violent, rebels, skillful. I know if I play my cards right, this bitch won't talk, and I'll have her on my side. 

"You can't get rid of me that easily, bitch," I state calmly as I hoist myself back up. I stare at her, a wicked smirk dancing across my lips.