wyatt callow

all bluff and no aces | 🃏♣️♦️♠️♥️

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wyatt callow — the oddsmaker — 18 — asks appreciated — will evaluate odds for free daddy issues, but what about it? | modern au: @oddsbywyatt |

connections: lou lou | n/a | Poor little girl. Sort of like a sister to me. She tends to creep people out a little, but I feel pretty protective of her.

jethro callow | @head-of-the-booker-boys | My pa. I love him, but I ain't sure he really cares about me too much. Our relationship usually feels pretty transactional.

maysilee donner | @sweetshop-girl | Everyone says she's the meanest girl in town, but I don't see it. She's always been nice to me, and she's one of the few people who I really think understands me.

haymitch abernathy | @rascal-abernathy | Don't think he likes me much, but he ain't too bad. I see him around the Hob a lot.

burdock everdeen | @coveys-hunter-and-wildcrafter| Don't know him too well, but we kinda relate to each other. Shared experiences, you know?

lenore dove baird | @dovecolors | Burdock's cousin and Haymitch's girl. Rebellious & funny, I like her.

asterid march | @the-pharmacist-girl | Maysilee's best friend. I also don't know her too well, but she's always been kind to me. Sells her herbs at very fair prices, which has gotten me through many a miner's flu.

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maysilee donner. the last person you would even think of seeing at a place like the hob. it was apparent that she was far from happy to be there, if anything she seemed more upset than usual. she pushed past people, beelining for the crowd of people huddled around the callow’s. she slammed down a crate of white liquor.

“ why was this in front of the shop? ”

she questioned, the crate had no name on the tag attached to it. maysilee refused to believe that it was a possible delivery for her father, that it had to be a mistake meant for someone here.

“ i got enough dealing with those covey kids hiding in the shop and now leaving this out in the open? are you people trying to get me in trouble? ”

Wyatt's head shot up at the sound of wood and glass slamming on tabletop. He'd been making chicken scratches on a betting slip, but the pencil in his hand dragged a faint, jagged line across the paper when he startled.

He'd seen the girl around, of course— who hadn't? But to think she'd waste her time around the Hob was unthinkable. He didn't want trouble, but the sight of the white liquor made him think there'd be some. But, he knew his pa was a heavy drinker, so he cleared his throat and spoke softly.

"I'll talk to my pa about it when he comes around. Could be meant for him or a buddy. They're always putting the wrong address on things."

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"Ya wanna do my math homework?-"

- Mari

Depends on the type. I was never too hot in trig.

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what’re your odds this year? reapin’s comin’ up!

Not good... Just gotta make it one more year.

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Kiss, marry, kill, dinner

Lenore dove

Haymitch

Maysille

Burdock

Dinner? I've never heard of the dinner option. Does this mean I'm eating them, or taking them out for dinner? I think I'll choose to believe the latter.

Kiss Haymitch (briefly), marry Maysilee, kill Burdock (sorry, it's not personal, he's just too young for me), and take Lenore Dove out for dinner. Don't overthink this. Gun to my head, okay?

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thoughts on ben wang playing u in the upcoming sotr movie?

In the what now? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, sorry.

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you DO drool.

How would you know?

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besides snoring, do you drool in your sleep?

I've never been told I do... But that doesn't mean it's never happened.

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Ewwwwww stinky take a bath 🧼 your stinking up the whole hob

*You're.

If you're going to insult me, do it properly. Thanks!

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Jesus christ how many siblings do you have

Three.

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it wasn't common for townspeople to step foot in the hob, especially not maysilee donner. not that she looked happy to be there, she actually looked beyond irritated. she stood there awkwardly, sticking out like a sore thumb. a purple frilly dress and adorned in jewelry in a room of dully dressed people. arms crossed, blue eyes danced around as she waited.

Wyatt was surrounded by family in strangers in a corner of the Hob, scribbling odds onto a tote board. The eyes on him unnerved him, although he knew he should be used to the feeling by now. When he reaches the bottom of the chart, he pauses to take a sip from his drink, and that's when he sees her.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, hoping she'd eventually notice him. Now, what was a girl like that doing here?

[sweetshop-girl]

maysilee was growing more and more annoyed by the second. her breaking point was when someone bumped into her, she shouted inaudibly and frowned. she looked around one last time before she spotted wyatt. a familiar face, sure, but she wasn’t too acquainted with him.

she started walking in his direction, glancing at the scribbles on the board behind him. a sigh escaped her, but she understood that he really didn’t have much of a choice. besides he looked miserable already.

“ funny seeing you here. ”

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Wyatt was taken aback that she was talking to him, looking around confused as if it was a mistake.

"Not really. I'm here a lot. What are you doing here?"

[sweetshop-girl]

maysilee’s brows scrunched up in confusion as he looked around, did he seriously think i was talking to the wrong person? she seemed slightly offended by the thought of it.

“ came to pick up something for my pa, guess they’re taking their sweet time with it though. ”

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Wyatt narrowed his eyes, unsure of what business a townie had in the Hob.

"Oh. Well, be careful."

He winced in hindsight at his words, worried that he had come off vaguely threatening.

[sweetshop-girl]

“ mhm, will do. ”

maysilee didn’t seemed bothered by his words, which was a good indicator that she didn’t take it that way. she seemed exhausted and irritated, glancing over her shoulder. she wanted to be done with this and get out of of there .

“ what do you think’ll happen if they pull your name? ”

she asked abruptly, clearly not caring if it was too morbid or straightforward .

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He stares back at her for a moment, mouth agape, and he's unsure if he heard her correctly.

"What?"

[sweetshop-girl]

maysilee didn’t seem to realize how wrong asking that would be, so she just looked at him like he was the weird one.

“ what? you and your family are kind of dependent on each other. plus, if bets are placed, what’s that mean for you? ”

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Wyatt stammers for a moment, turning pink and worrying that someone in his family would overhear.

"I don't.... I don't really want to think about that."

[calculator-callow]

it wasn't common for townspeople to step foot in the hob, especially not maysilee donner. not that she looked happy to be there, she actually looked beyond irritated. she stood there awkwardly, sticking out like a sore thumb. a purple frilly dress and adorned in jewelry in a room of dully dressed people. arms crossed, blue eyes danced around as she waited.

Wyatt was surrounded by family in strangers in a corner of the Hob, scribbling odds onto a tote board. The eyes on him unnerved him, although he knew he should be used to the feeling by now. When he reaches the bottom of the chart, he pauses to take a sip from his drink, and that's when he sees her.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, hoping she'd eventually notice him. Now, what was a girl like that doing here?

[sweetshop-girl]

maysilee was growing more and more annoyed by the second. her breaking point was when someone bumped into her, she shouted inaudibly and frowned. she looked around one last time before she spotted wyatt. a familiar face, sure, but she wasn’t too acquainted with him.

she started walking in his direction, glancing at the scribbles on the board behind him. a sigh escaped her, but she understood that he really didn’t have much of a choice. besides he looked miserable already.

“ funny seeing you here. ”

[calculator-callow]

Wyatt was taken aback that she was talking to him, looking around confused as if it was a mistake.

"Not really. I'm here a lot. What are you doing here?"

[sweetshop-girl]

maysilee’s brows scrunched up in confusion as he looked around, did he seriously think i was talking to the wrong person? she seemed slightly offended by the thought of it.

“ came to pick up something for my pa, guess they’re taking their sweet time with it though. ”

[calculator-callow]

Wyatt narrowed his eyes, unsure of what business a townie had in the Hob.

"Oh. Well, be careful."

He winced in hindsight at his words, worried that he had come off vaguely threatening.

[sweetshop-girl]

“ mhm, will do. ”

maysilee didn’t seemed bothered by his words, which was a good indicator that she didn’t take it that way. she seemed exhausted and irritated, glancing over her shoulder. she wanted to be done with this and get out of of there .

“ what do you think’ll happen if they pull your name? ”

she asked abruptly, clearly not caring if it was too morbid or straightforward .

[calculator-callow]

He stares back at her for a moment, mouth agape, and he's unsure if he heard her correctly.

"What?"

[calculator-callow]

it wasn't common for townspeople to step foot in the hob, especially not maysilee donner. not that she looked happy to be there, she actually looked beyond irritated. she stood there awkwardly, sticking out like a sore thumb. a purple frilly dress and adorned in jewelry in a room of dully dressed people. arms crossed, blue eyes danced around as she waited.

Wyatt was surrounded by family in strangers in a corner of the Hob, scribbling odds onto a tote board. The eyes on him unnerved him, although he knew he should be used to the feeling by now. When he reaches the bottom of the chart, he pauses to take a sip from his drink, and that's when he sees her.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, hoping she'd eventually notice him. Now, what was a girl like that doing here?

[sweetshop-girl]

maysilee was growing more and more annoyed by the second. her breaking point was when someone bumped into her, she shouted inaudibly and frowned. she looked around one last time before she spotted wyatt. a familiar face, sure, but she wasn’t too acquainted with him.

she started walking in his direction, glancing at the scribbles on the board behind him. a sigh escaped her, but she understood that he really didn’t have much of a choice. besides he looked miserable already.

“ funny seeing you here. ”

[calculator-callow]

Wyatt was taken aback that she was talking to him, looking around confused as if it was a mistake.

"Not really. I'm here a lot. What are you doing here?"

[sweetshop-girl]

maysilee’s brows scrunched up in confusion as he looked around, did he seriously think i was talking to the wrong person? she seemed slightly offended by the thought of it.

“ came to pick up something for my pa, guess they’re taking their sweet time with it though. ”

[calculator-callow]

Wyatt narrowed his eyes, unsure of what business a townie had in the Hob.

"Oh. Well, be careful."

He winced in hindsight at his words, worried that he had come off vaguely threatening.

[calculator-callow]

it wasn't common for townspeople to step foot in the hob, especially not maysilee donner. not that she looked happy to be there, she actually looked beyond irritated. she stood there awkwardly, sticking out like a sore thumb. a purple frilly dress and adorned in jewelry in a room of dully dressed people. arms crossed, blue eyes danced around as she waited.

Wyatt was surrounded by family in strangers in a corner of the Hob, scribbling odds onto a tote board. The eyes on him unnerved him, although he knew he should be used to the feeling by now. When he reaches the bottom of the chart, he pauses to take a sip from his drink, and that's when he sees her.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, hoping she'd eventually notice him. Now, what was a girl like that doing here?

[sweetshop-girl]

maysilee was growing more and more annoyed by the second. her breaking point was when someone bumped into her, she shouted inaudibly and frowned. she looked around one last time before she spotted wyatt. a familiar face, sure, but she wasn’t too acquainted with him.

she started walking in his direction, glancing at the scribbles on the board behind him. a sigh escaped her, but she understood that he really didn’t have much of a choice. besides he looked miserable already.

“ funny seeing you here. ”

[calculator-callow]

Wyatt was taken aback that she was talking to him, looking around confused as if it was a mistake.

"Not really. I'm here a lot. What are you doing here?"

[calculator-callow]

it wasn't common for townspeople to step foot in the hob, especially not maysilee donner. not that she looked happy to be there, she actually looked beyond irritated. she stood there awkwardly, sticking out like a sore thumb. a purple frilly dress and adorned in jewelry in a room of dully dressed people. arms crossed, blue eyes danced around as she waited.

Wyatt was surrounded by family in strangers in a corner of the Hob, scribbling odds onto a tote board. The eyes on him unnerved him, although he knew he should be used to the feeling by now. When he reaches the bottom of the chart, he pauses to take a sip from his drink, and that's when he sees her.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, hoping she'd eventually notice him. Now, what was a girl like that doing here?

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I’m the woker. You are now woked.

I wasn't already?

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clock that tea callow

ooc: lol thanks