Hello, yes I am twenty-four.

Atticus. I am twenty-four. I have good hands. District 6.

[cosima-silamide]

Cosima walked away from the sauna, smoothing out her dress. Hoping to find Jae, she found the wall and started following it into the hallway. This was absurd. Maybe there was someone she could complain to in the Captiol.

She must have been close to the District Eight quarters, she thought. But then again, she hadn’t been planning on ever finding her way back in the dark. Was she even in the right part of the train? It was eerie being surrounded by darkness, and she kept turning to noises that weren’t there. 

Was this her door? She tried it anyway. “Jae? Are you in here?” she called into the dark.

[atticusforetveni]

As soon as Atticus had made sure Beverly was safe and taken care of, he’d ventured out into the shadows of the train again in order to try and find someone with answers on their situation. Now he found himself in one of the lounges. It was abandoned now, which gave Atticus a creeping sense of dread. 

He went to one of the windows and peered out into the star-speckled night sky, straining his eyes to see any movement. He was so focused on trying to find anything in the vast darkness that when the door opened, he sprung up suddenly, turning to who had entered the room. 

“If they are, they are very good at hiding,” he answered after a moment’s pause. 

[atticusforetveni]

bevhollyhock‌:

“how’d you know?” even in the darkness the smile that coated her voice had to be obvious. she wished she could say that the situation had bearing on her feelings, but it didn’t. she simply loved atticus, never stopped loving him, and let it be the guiding point in her life. if anything, the situation only made it more obvious to her, that she was in the dark and yet he was right there looking for her all the same. 

“seems kinda severe for a curfew.” she tried for levity, eyes trying to adjust around his form. her hand fumbling in front of her in the dark, trying to find that consistent solid person. hoping he was reaching out all the same to catch her stumbling step. though the train had stopped moving, there was more to be said about the drinks she’d had. alcohol and adrenaline only cancelled themselves out when there was a threat. and there wasn’t one on this train. not with him so close. “were you searching for a long time?”

"I only just stepped out of the room,” he said, catching her hand as she reached out in the darkness. Her hand in his had always felt precious, but now it was something to be guarded, protected from outside influences. Atticus had no doubt they would face perilous trials in the coming future, but the most important thing to him was that they face them together. 

“Did you have fun today?” He tucked her arm into his and started to lead her back down the hallway to their room. He knew what she sounded like when she’d had a few drinks, and he was glad that he could hear her voice so untroubled and without fear for just a bit longer. Many things could change soon. “Did you meet anyone interesting?”

[atticusforetveni]

Atticus had been resting, caught up in the border between sleeping and consciousness for most of the trip to the capitol. He had no intention of getting to know his fellow tributes, and no interest in enjoying the amenities provided to him, so he had elected to stay in his car while Beverly went out to enjoy herself. He read a worn, yellowing paper back and napped until he could fall into something more akin to actual sleep. Atticus figured by the time he woke, they’d be only hours away from the Capitol.  And yet now he found himself woken up by the sudden lurching of the train, nearly falling from his bed. Moments after he opened his eyes, he was thrown into darkness, and froze-- waiting-- until the announcement came on overhead. A delay. Was this a test? 

Atticus got out of bed and opened the door, his eyes adjusting to the dark and trying to pick out the outline of Beverly hidden in the shadows. He drifted down the halls of the train car, moving as silently as his large frame would allow, until he came across someone. “Beverly?” he asked, though they were far enough away that he was still unsure.