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CORA J BARRE

[corabarre]

if  we  are  mutuals  like  this  for  a  starter.  if  you have  questions  regarding  her  bio  feel  more  than  free  to  ask  as  it’s  still  a  work  in  progress.

[corabarre]

           “  we can all simultaneously be 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 & 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯.                                                                     that both of those possibilities are in all of us.  ”

𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚕

[corabarre]

if  we  are  mutuals  like  this  for  a  starter.  if  you have  questions  regarding  her  bio  feel  more  than  free  to  ask  as  it’s  still  a  work  in  progress.

[corabarre]

           “  we can all simultaneously be 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 & 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯.                                                                     that both of those possibilities are in all of us.  ”

𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚕

[lilysjmes]

Emeraude Toubia for Bustle Magazine

[corabarre]

we  respect  district  two  in  this  house.

[corabarre]

if  we  are  mutuals  like  this  for  a  starter.  if  you have  questions  regarding  her  bio  feel  more  than  free  to  ask  as  it’s  still  a  work  in  progress.

[trashmemes]

STRANGER IN THE ALPS SENTENCE STARTERS  —   lyrics pulled from the 2017 album by phoebe bridgers. feel free to make alterations.

i went with you up to the place you grew up in.

nothing’s changed.

you must’ve been looking for me.

something happened when you were a kid.

i didn’t know you then and i’ll never understand why it feels like i did.

all of our problems, i’m gonna solve them.

i hate you for what you did.

i miss you like a little kid.

i faked it every time.

i can hardly feel anything.

i hardly feel anything at all.

i’ll be glad that i made it out and sorry that it all went down like it did.

i guess it’s too late to change it now.

you said when you met me, you were bored.

i try to stay clean and live without.

when i think too much about it, i can’t breathe.

i don’t need you to tell me what that means. 

i don’t believe in that stuff anymore.

jesus christ, i’m so blue all the time

that’s just how i feel, always have and i always will.

we talk until we think we might just kill ourselves.

last night, i blacked out in my car.

it’s 4 a.m. again and i’m doing nothing again.

take a dirty picture, babe.

i can’t sleep and i miss your face.

tell me what you wanna do to me.

i don’t wanna be alone anymore.

i’m too tired to go to sleep.

now i can’t breathe, and i can’t sleep.

i don’t wanna be stoned anymore.

i’ve got a good feeling. it doesn’t happen very often.

do you feel ashamed when you hear my name?

that makes me feel old.

anyway, don’t be a stranger.

sometimes i think i’m a killer.

i’m pretty sure i’d miss you.

is there nothing left to do for us?

i am sick of the chase.

i know there’s something waiting for us.

i’m stupid in love and there’s nothing i can do.

i know he needs you, you’re all that he sees.

if i fix you, will you hate me?

would you fuck this and let us fall?

no, it’s not important. 

they’re just pretty words, my dear.

there is no distraction that can make me disappear.

there’s nothing that won’t remind you i will always be right here.

i’m amazed that you’re alright.

i won’t be home with you tonight.

we found our way out.

when you touch down, i’ll be waving.

you got me good; i knew you would.

i couldn’t take it any longer, and i lost control.

when she needed me, i wasn’t around.

when it mattered most, i let her down.

it’ll all work out eventually.

better off with him than here with me.

[malecshappiness]

I wish I was half as strong as you on my weakest day

[crestazula]

             (  AND SHE BEGS TO BE LOVED

                                  BUT NOTHING HERE IS AS IT SEEMS  )

[corabarre]

she’s  aware  annie  is  there.      the  woman  from  FOUR  holds  a  presence  to  her  of  which  no  one  else  could  replicate.  as  well  as  being  the  only  person  ALIVE  who’d  willingly  come  into  the  presence  of  the  district  two  tribute  turned  hijacked  monster.  exhaling  the  breath  she’d  nearly  forgotten  she’d  taken  in  ,  lips  part  ever  so  as  to  break  the  heavy  silence.      ❛   sometimes  i  stare  at  a  door  or  a  wall  and  i  wonder  what  is  this  reality  ,  why  am  i  alive  ,  and  what  is  this  all  about  ?   ❜

annie cresta  /  @crestazul

[lightwoodsdaily]

izzy is a goddess: 7|∞

[corabarre]

finnick  /  @odairing​  liked  for  a  starter

❛   finnick  odair  …   ❜      the  smile  of  a  ghost  illuminates  across  the  lower  fraction  of  cora’s  jaw.  the  last  time  she’d  had  the  PRIVILEGE  to  stand  in  his  presence  was  the  days  leading  up  to  her  games  ––  the  70TH  ANNUAL  HUNGER  GAMES.  oh  how  she  was  so  small  ,  so  naive  ,  unknown  to  the  future  to  come  cora  was.  then  again  ,  how  could  one  ever  perceive  their  future  to  play  out  such  as  her’s  did.  to  DIE  so  to  speak  in  the  arena  only  to  now  be  STANDING  HERE  ,  alive  and  more  than  well  ,  in  finnick’s  presence.      ❛   time  has  been  good  to  you.   ❜

[corabarre]

cato  /  dngerclose‌:

the confusion in the boy’s features registers as a loss. as if he’s unaware of what he was expecting from his mentor, but pure apathy was not the root the boy had been expecting.            it worries him for a moment, a slight sense that maybe ( he would be dead within the week ) — he had no reason to be eager, she had a point but it was as if someone had punched him in the gut regardless. blue eyes drop to his lap, free hand clenching the fabric of his shirt as he tries to fathom why he thought it would be a good idea to want to see her again — it was because he felt lost of course. and he felt as though she would hold the answers to the feeling that he had accumulated since leaving the arena.   “ then what am i supposed to do ? why did you even bother to come if you’re not going to help me ? ” anger spikes in the boy, physically shown through his arms crossing and looking away from his mentor.  

cora  doesn’t  even  bother  to  conceal  her  annoyance.      did  this  boy  expect  once  he  emerged  from  the  ARENA  that  life  would  just  be  SUNSHINE  &  RAINBOWS  ?!  that  life  after  the  arena  would  not  be  WORSE  ?!      ❛   are  you  DONE  throwing  your  fit  yet  ?!   ❜      brow  arches  as  she  speaks  ,  not  letting  her  eye  break  from  his  even  as  he  pulls  his  gaze  away.  taking  a  swift  look  in  either  direction  ,  hands  pull  the  curtain  closed  behind  her  as  she  steps  closer  to  HER  TRIBUTE.      ❛   if  you  really  want  to  know  what  ta’do  now  ,  then  LISTEN  close.  you  thought  the  ARENA  was  horrible  ?  that  life  after  would  be  EASY  ?  well  i  hate  to  break  it  to  you  ,  but  it’s  NOT.  president  snow  OWNS  you  now.  every  move  you  make  ,  every  time  you  look  left  or  right  ,  it’s  up  to  HIM.  so  you  can  either  trail  me  like  a  little  puppy  for  the  rest  of  your  life  ,  and  i  can  promise  you  it  won’t  be  a  LONG  life  if  you  choose  that  ,  or  you  can  grow  THICK  SKIN  and  learn  how  to  play  your  part  right.  ‘cause  for  the  next  YEAR  he  is  going  to  show  you  off  like  a  brand  new  fuckin’  toy.   ❜      resting  a  single  hand  at  her  side  ,  the  other  comes  to  pull  the  chin  of  the  boy  in  her  direction  as  to  command  his  attention.      ❛   so  what’s  it  gonna  be  ?  because  you  only  have  twenty  minutes  until  you  go  on  stage  with  caesar  and  have  your  first  taste  into  what  the  rest  of  your  life  is  about  to  be  like.   ❜

[corabarre]

soulofsea :  ‘ we were … we were just kids . little kids . ’

❛   i  was  never  a  kid.   ❜      a  deep  rooted  sorrow  can  be  sensed  amongst  her  words.  what  she  speaks  ,  it  is  not  her  belittling  annie  for  such  a  statement  ,  nor  the  words  of  a  capitol - created  mind  ,  but  rather  cora  speaks  with  complete  utter  HONESTY.  it’s  then  her  mind  begins  to  trail  back  to  the  years  prior  to  the  arena.  watching  the  other  kids  her  age  as  they  played  and  ran  amongst  the  streets  without  a  care  whereas  she  ,  even  from  the  early  age  of  SIX  ,  followed  her  brother’s  to  the  TRAINING  CENTERE  to  be  molded  into  a  victor  MURDERER.      ❛   i  never  had  the  chance.   ❜

[corabarre]

dngerclose‌:

won.             the word echoes !    it was such a strange word. he keeps hearing it, from the game masters as they pulled him out of the arena, from the sanitation committee as he was hosed down to ( decontaminate ) the boy from the perils of the arena.               glee seemed to fill his stylists face when the man saw him, but all the boy could remember was the deformed face of clove when he’d found her after she’d gotten her face destroyed by the boy from district eleven. all he could see when he closed his eyes was the marvel mutt as it had chased him and — ( looking down at his arm ) almost made it so cato wouldn’t regain use of his limbs… of course, with capitol technology, he could already feel the muscles in his arm again…                    so when his mentor walks in seemingly holding herself high he is not surprised to hear the word fall from her lips, but yet he still feels the same, as if this is ( not ) a victory at all.                    “ i did…. you’re late. ” the accusation is somewhat selfish. but out of all the faces that have greeted him since victory, all he wants to see are his friends from back home, and the victors who will understand how… he had trained for this every minute of every day and yet…  he still feels as though he lost the games somehow.         “ why did you wait to see me ? ”

she  doesn’t  respond  vocally  to  his  statement,      barely  even  gave  him  the  joy  of  capturing  the  smallest  of  reactions  in  general  from  her  apart  from  a  minuscule  tilt  of  her  head.  but  knowledge  of  the  boy  ,  and  of  VICTORS  kept  her  motionless.  he  was  just  like  all  the  others  ,  would  be  COCKY  ,  feel  as  if  they  are  the  BEST  THERE  WAS.  the  mere  thought  of  it  made  cora’s  annoyance  towards  her  tribute  internally  rise.      ❛   why’re  you  so  eager  for  me  to  come  see  you  ?   ❜      standing  stoic  before  him  ,  eyes  momentarily  graze  over  the  healing  boy.      ❛   if  you’re  waiting  for  me  to  tell  you  what  to  do  next  ,  you’d’ve  been  better  off  dying  in  that  arena.  ‘cause  i’m  not.   ❜

[corabarre]

cato  |  @dngerclose

any  other  mentor  would  be  overjoyed  to  watch  their  tribute  reign  victorious.      they’d  welcome  the  PRAISE  and  ADMIRATION  from  all  others  ,  all  the  while  reveling  in  the  JEALOUSLY  of  those  who  once  again  FAILED.  cora  ,  however  ,  was  not  one  of  those  mentors.  technically  she  wasn’t  even  a  MENTOR  at  all.  to  be  one  would  mean  you’d  won  your  games.  and  she  ,  well  ,  didn’t  exactly  win  her  games.  adjusting  the  jacket  at  her  waist  ,  feet  walk  through  the  near  VACANT  infirmary  resting  just  under  the  arena.  clicks  of  her  heels  sending  soft  echo’s  throughout  the  metallic  room.  only  coming  to  a  halt  when  the  silhouette  of  her  tribute  caught  her  gaze.      ❛   so  …  you  won  …   ❜