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olive--blackwell:

“You haven’t heard?” Olive shook her head. “They promoted Mary fucking Poppins to head gamemaker. Great expertise, sharp fashion style. Poor Vultur was overlooked.”

Smiling a little, he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Sorry I uhh I don’t know who either of those people are, what did they do again before uhh being made Head Gamemaker, and being overlooked?” Rubbing his neck, he tried to remember his sister ever mentioning a Mary Poppins or a Vultur. He knew what vultures were. “Poppins sounds familiar.”

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trixanna-quartz:

Trixanna shook her head, dabbing at the spot on her dress. “No… no it’s fine. It’s just whiskey. This awful dress could use a stain or two anyway.” She tried to joke, trying to push the feeling of paranoia away even as she scanned the crowd again. 

“You sure that’s ok?” Laughing at her joke, “Oh well then in that case you’re welcome!” Smiling at the mentor, “Something tells me that you and your stylist just don’t get along then if you think their dress is awful.” Scratching his head, “Who styles for you again? I don’t remember. But it’s nice to see you again!”

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novaemmanuel:

“Some other time then,” she said, and though she wasn’t sure whether her gut instinct told her that the man would not follow through on that deal or whether she was just silently praying that he would not follow through on that deal, the words seemed to escape her mouth anyway. “I do not believe we have, I am sure that I would remember such an interaction. Nova, Nova Emmanuel, it’s a pleasure,” she said, softly taking his hand and shaking.

“Yeah! Some other time then! Perhaps during the next games! That would be cool! Pinky promise!” Offering her his pinky after they had just finished shaking hands so that he could make it official. he nodded, pretty sure he would have remembered her as well. “The pleasure is all mine! So what is it you do around here?”

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anon-subject:

“Oh, I can’t eat that,” Anon informed him, shaking his head to add emphasis to what he said. “It doesn’t sit well with me.” He smiled, happy to have finally used a euphemism he’d learned a few weeks before.

“Oh no! Then what does sit well with you? Fruits? Vegetables? We have to find you something to eat, you have gotten to eat right? I mean going eight hours without eating that just sounds awful, and I would hate for you to have to go through that.”

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novaemmanuel:

She watched as the man tried to sound out the word, holding back an eye roll as he did. It was a knee jerk reaction to a scene of someone who, in her eyes, was less intelligent than her, but she feigned a smile and a giggle and laughed along anyway. “That is impressive, I feel if I were to even attempt a handstand, I would end up with two broken wrists and a fractured skull.”

“Oh no that’s not good.” Shaking his head. “If we weren’t at the ball I would definitely show you, and give you some pointers. But if I tried anything here I would probably kick someone in the face!” Laughing a little, he rubbed the back of his neck, before offering her a hand. “I’m Clio by the way, sorry I don’t recognize you, have we met before?”

[trixanna-quartz]

Trixanna was staring at one of the large screens, drink in hand when she caught a whiff of a familiar cologne. She suddenly tensed as she glanced around. It had been over five years since she’d smelt that. And god if she said the scent didn’t make her stomach roll, she was a damned liar. Feeling uncomfortable, she moved to the bar and took up a seat on one of the bar stools. She turned her back to the bar and leaned against it, her glass cradled comfortably between her hands as her nails tapped on the glass. She was observing the crowd, looking for the familiar face to match the familiar scent, hoping beyond all hope that she had been mistaken. She was so lost to her thoughts and observations that she jumped when someone sat next to her. “Shit, I’m sorry.” She muttered, not sparing a glance towards the other as she quickly dabbed at the spilled drink on her dress. 

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Sitting down, after finally grabbing food, Clio got scared, and nearly jumped onto the floor when the lady he sat next too got scared. “No, I’m sorry!” Feeling awful that he scared her into spilling her drink on herself, he frowned. “Can I help get napkins or anything to clean that up, I feel so bad doing that to you. I promise I wasn’t trying to scare you or sneak up on you or anything. I really really didn’t mean to do this.”

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novaemmanuel:

There was a mixed feeling of pride and disgust that boiled inside her when she saw her creations on display. The crowns had been someone else’s idea, had stirred up first in a different person’s brain, but then it had fallen on Nova to program them and make them work in the ways that had originally been envisioned. It was a task that she had completed, though it made her feel sick to her stomach just thinking about it. The remaining three were reacting to the scene in front of them, and Nova turned away from the television screens, bumping in to someone as she did. “Oh gosh,” she began, “I’m sorry. Coordination was never really my forte.”

Feeling the bump into him, Clio smiled at the stranger. “That’s ok! I’m bad at coor-” Stopping halfway through the word as he tried to figure out how to say it before finally giving up completely on it. “I’m bad at staying balanced on my own two feet too! But I can do a hand stand, and a flip! Which I sorta think is really funny, since I’m bad at walking and standing still, and sitting still.” Nodding, “Yeah I’m probably the worst at sitting still.”

[allard-danbur]

“Oh, I apologize, did I cause an interruption?” Anon asked, poking his head out from under the table. “One of the legs of the table was wobbly so I was asked to fix it. It must be all this delicious looking food being piled onto the the table that made it falter.”

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Clio had finally sat down when a head popped out from under the table, smiling at the friendly face, he waved it off. “That’s quite alright! Glad to see you’re making sure the table isn’t wobbly, cause that would be no good! You should try some though! I’m sure you’d love it!”

[olive--blackwell-deactivated201]

“A toast,” Olive raised her shot glass to the bartender, “to our new head gamemaker. May his career be as long as all those who haved come before.” After watching the bloodbath she’d changed into sweats and let her hair down. “These are the longest eight hours of my goddamn life.”

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“Ohhh who is the new head gamemaker?” Sipping on one of those fruit drinks with the umbrella that he really liked, Clio was smiling at the girl. “I haven’t been paying attention to the games, so I have no idea what’s happened or what’s been going on.” Nodding his head. “Yeah, these eight hours have felt pretty long, they could’ve put more chairs in for us to sit down on.”

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Truth be told, the last thing Clio imagined spending the majority of the ball talking about was Percy. Clio loved his animated feathered friend, but he didn’t expect grown men and women to ask as many questions as the kids did when being interviewed about it. And honestly the kids asked questions, Clio found it easier to answer, like what’s Percy’s favorite color, not how much revenue does the show produce on average. When the chance to escape presented itself, Clio took it eagerly, slipping away from the other capitolites, and such he smiled when he saw someone from the Tower.

“Hey! Long time no see! How are you doing?”

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// ACCESS GRANTED: CLIO MAXIMUS. DAVE FRANCO. TWENTY-NINE

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You’re Probably Wondering How I Got Here

Yeah, that’s me head just exploded by some crown thing the Capitol made, you’re probably asking yourself right now, how did Sed Danvers that friendly kid from District Four that had all those siblings and worked three jobs end up dying like that. I mean besides the fact I had to volunteer to save my brother’s life and then got voted to die by those fuckers in the arena who I thought were decent people. I got here, because I was just too nice to people. Maybe I should have brought my trident into the prom and instead of hiding it to make sure none of them could find, I should have just bashed open all their heads and won the games.

That’s just not me though, I’m too nice, I’ve always put other people first, and you know what maybe the bad people who do bad things or live out their lives selfishly always do win. I mean our government was run by very selfish people, and they always seem to win. I mean Battenberg only won because she was more selfish then Snow.

But hey, evidently that’s life. Truth be told, I don’t regret doing what I do, I don’t regret volunteering to save my brother, and I don’t regret going the whole games being nice to others, at least I can say I went out still me. I’m still Sed Danvers the kid who a whole bunch of siblings, and I know they can move on together, I just hope they don’t jump the Victor that year on their victory tour.

Thankfully before I died I was able to write a few letters to my family, and it told them I loved them all very much, not to hate whoever kills me or whoever wins, and show them the smiling faces of the Danvers family. To let them know that you aren’t angry, because I didn’t want them to be angry. I mean it’s not like at the time I thought it would be everyone else’s direct fault I died or so horribly. 

Well I gotta go now, got a sister to catch up with, let her know how everyone is doing, and a certain boy from District One to see again.

Peace.

Love,

Sed Danvers, District Four Tribute

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misty-levington:

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, every nerve in her body telling her to get loose and run. With the laser pointed straight toward her forehead it was hard to think of anything. She gave the district four tribute, little attention and even less to Barrett. It was obvious that the point of this little quiz was to kill one if not two of them and the thought of watching either of them expire only feet from her made her sick to the stomach.

She was able to spit out an answer to the first question quickly. She’d been young when the triple victory occured. She was still young, but back then she’d still been a child. That had all ended so quickly. She kept her eyes forward as the voice asked. “Who was the victor of the 50th Hunger Games?”

@sed-danvers

As soon as the questions started Sed was focused. When the voice over the loudspeaker asked which district was the last to win three games, the correct answer of twelve almost flew from his lips, thank god for the fact he had looked over the hallway of Victors outside the gym. If this was going to be a test on the games, then he had done his homework, and for that Sed was eternally grateful. It meant he may just survive whatever the gamemakers had planned for them. When the second question was asked of who won the 50th Hunger Games, or the second Quarter Quell, Sed made sure to answer just as fast, this one he was sure the other two would get as well since it related back to their district.

“Haymitch Abernathy!” He hoped that Barrett and Misty got it right aswell, maybe if all three of them got all the questions right, they could all survive this one, and make it to another hour of life.

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Sed had just been finishing up his conversation with Kelvin when the loudspeaker finally turned back on, and it was announced hour four would begin. Apparently it was time to take a test, Sed had always hated tests, they didn’t ask what you knew, they asked how much you could remember from a textbook, and with all the word he had to do, he never had time to even flip a page of the book open. Hopefully, it’d be an easy exam, something he could actually know the answers to.

He went to his assigned room, only having five minutes to get there. He was going to be in there with Barrett and Misty the pair from Twelve. Sed hoped they weren’t a team, and didn’t plan on somehow working together so he’d die, but his interactions with Barrett made him seem like the lone wolf type, not sure if he’d even bother with Misty, whom he hadn’t gotten to meet outside of the arena, or even inside of the arena.

Holding onto his trident so tightly it turned his knuckles white, nervous of what he was about to discover inside the classroom, Sed was happy to find no one else or nothing else like a mutt was in the classroom, yet, although it seemed as right when he was sitting down into the first seat in the row he liked best someone was walking in, smiling when he saw Barrett, he gave him a little wave. “Hope you got more study time then me man, cause I don’t have a good history with tests.”

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ofvigilcnce:

“Your ally?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “I’m sorry for your loss, who was it?” He readjusted the blanket to be wrapped tighter around him, eyes visibly growing sadder as the conversation went on. “I understand, I lost mine too, shit happens sometimes, right?” The light tone with which he spoke seemed almost disrespectful to Mel and Maeve, but he didn’t want to seem weak or broken in front of Sed, who Kelvin just now noticed had a trident. “Holy shit, that’s expensive. Clearly, you’ve got someone rooting for you.” He shrugged once more. “Oh, you know, I’m getting by, just like anyone can hope to.”

Nodding his head, Sed fought back getting emotional again, not wanting to cry in front of Kelvin. “Yeah, uhh Orion, I’m guessing the gamemakers did something that killed him before we could meet up again. And now you know I’m sorta alone here in the arena, but that’s ok. Gives me more time to think.” Frowning. “Who was yours?” Laughing though at the exclamation, “Yeah it is, and yeah I mean I wonder who it was that gave the money for this. And yeah I think they do classify as my number one fan.” Laughing again. “Well that sounds semi-good, I suppose. I mean besides this rib that’s been killing me since getting hit with a ball, I’ve done good for the most part. “

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ofvigilcnce:

After he had thanked Satine for the gift, he didn’t move, just sat on the ground, blanket tightly wrapped around him. Sure, it wasn’t the most intelligent decision he could have ever made, but he was tired and emotionally spent and needed a break. Footsteps on the floor behind him made him turn around, knife held firmly in the hand with Orion’s bracelet on it, concealed easily by the blanket around his shoulders.

However, when it was just Sed, he smiled, laughing softly at the boy’s words. “Hey, it was a kick ass bonding activity, you have to admit,” he said, shrugging his shoulders dramatically so that he could see the movement under the blanket. “How is everything? You managing alright?”

“Yeah I guess it was, I mean it definitely beats out having to do macaroni art, and friendship bracelets and stuff like that.” Chuckling a little, Sed nodded at the question. “I mean, everything is you know.” Lifting his arms up as if to motion everything around them as a clear indicator to how everything was. “I mean yeah, I guess. I lost my ally which really sucks. I like him a lot.” Looking at his feet before holding up his trident. “I got this from Kai which I mean really makes things a shit ton better. Makes me feel better knowing a sponsor would send this much money my way, and really believes in me this much. How are you doing? Hopefully better then me, and uhh hopefully you’re managing better as well.”