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Great Expectations

“Were you expecting a parade?” she asked, rolling her eyes though it felt good to have him making fun of her again. She’d missed that. Without him constantly nagging her, she felt a bit empty. Not that she was going to just admit to that.

“I missed you.” There. She said it. She wasn’t going to say it again so she hoped that Drew had been listening. If he wanted to get warm and fuzzy feelings from her he’d have to work for it. But it was nice to see that crooked grin on his face so she’d give him that. She’d heard that it was common decency to tell people that you missed them, anyway.

Aspen cocked an eyebrow as the bullets rained down on, a smile playing at her lips. “I thought those were your specialty, Mister Walker,” she said, bending over to pick up one of the shiny things from the ground, “You must not put up much of a fight.” Holding the bullet up the light, she looked at it curiously before tossing it at him lightly so that it bounced off his chest harmlessly.

“So, am I supposed to be impressed by that or…” she asked, her voice trailing off as she moved closer to him. Smiling up at him, she pressed her palm against the one holding the gun as she pushed up against him. “I think I can take it from here, hot shot,” she whispered, yanking the gun from his hand before twirling around, “If I can figure out how to reload it.”

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Drew meekly tucked his hands inside of his pockets and gave his partner and only friend a shrug. "Well, a parade would've been nice. But you hardly ever smile so I guess an 'oh' will do."

He had never had the greatest reaction time, especially around her. He knew that she was probably going to flick one of the bullets at his head, but his thumb caught in the material of his belt loop and he blindly snatched at the air far where the bullet had been at least three seconds ago.

"Ouch! Right in the nipple! Watch where you're tossing those things!" he countered, his sarcasm draining right out of his voice when she moved closer to him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his rational self was kicking back in a recliner and rubbing their forehead, bracing themselves for the oncoming humiliation.

God she was breathtaking... he thought, literally being yanked out of his train of thought as he stared at Aspen fiddling with the pistol. After his cheeks turned back from their no doubt crimson state, a small smile crept upon his face.

Two could play at this game.

He wrapped his arms around her torso gently, his hands overlapping hers slightly as he tucked his chin into her shoulder.

"Here... you keep forgetting to clear the chamber before you re-load. If you keep shoving bullets into the chamber without cleaning out the individual barrels, your gun's gonna jam. Then you're going to have to use this as a club instead of a pistol."

#Great Expectations #001 #draspen

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Great Expectations

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One.

She’d let one peacekeeper get away.

Her blade had slashed through seven of his comrades, ending their lives as she surged fluidly from one move to the next. The muscles in her body had strained and tightened to obscene limits, but she’d pushed through. Aspen knew her body well enough to trust that it’d make it through the skirmish. The mission had outweighed whatever pain she’d felt.

Except she’d let one go.

Somehow, he’d escaped before she’d turned to realize that she’d lost track of him. Yanking one of the guns off of a body, not caring that it was smeared in blood, she’d raised to find him. His uniform had set him out from the rest scenery and she’d easily captured him in her crossfires. Yet when she’d fired — nothing. Aspen had missed.

The fight had been a few months ago by now, but it still haunted her. She could slaughter, maim, and kill with her bare hands yet a simple piece of machinery confounded her. It was disgustingly weak.

Tracing her fingers along the barrel of the standard gun District 13 had issued out to their soldiers, she frowned. It was such a deceptively simple little thing. Small and unassuming yet it had a deadly power she could not grasp.

Aspen had decided to forgo her usual training routine today, putting down her knives in favor of inspecting the mysterious thing that frankly embarrassed her to be so bad at. Her stomach knotted up as she remembered just how she’d failed. Who knew what that mistake had cost the rebels?

In a fit of rage, she grabbed the gun and threw it against the wall, eyes burning as she chucked the thing. “I don’t fucking need this right now. Who the hell cares if I can’t shoot a gun? I can still rip your heart out with a blade so fucking deal with it,” she yelled, her words echoing around the training room.

Beyond frustrated with her limitations, she stormed over where an array of knives hung along a board. Biting her lip, Aspen selected a few before turning to face the human-sized dummy a few yards away. With the image of retreating peacekeeper in her mind, she began throwing the knives at the practice target. “Fucking asshole,” she growled, pulling all of her energy into one last throw before realizing that someone had entered.

She glared at the intruder before her features softened at the sight of her mentor partner. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, crossing her arms at his smirk, “You’re back.” It felt good to see him again, her heart beat quickened slightly with excitement though her face only betrayed her with a small half-smile.

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Drew was beyond confused at this point, finally taking in his surroundings of the strewn array of firearms around Aspen. She never used guns. Not ever. That was his speciality and for a pretty good reason. He was never strong enough to be in arms length of his victims, he couldn't bare to see the life leave their eyes. Even though he knew Aspen wasn't sick, he sometimes wondered what toll it took on her to kill so many without even flinching.

He supposed part of the reason it had taken him so long to realize why she was so frustrated was because of how it felt to see her after almost a month. She had always been breathtaking to him, but there was something about that tiny smile that he received that made him smirk back almost every time.

"So that's all I get? 'It's you, you're back?'" He teased, pulling his hands out of his pockets and taking careful steps around the weapons and up to the small .45 caliber handgun. He tried to keep his eyes on the barrel of the gun, but he found himself looking back up at her with a mystified look on his face.

He raised the handgun in his hand and waved it about like a feather duster. "Since when do you use these things, anyways?" He was so pre-occupied that he didn't even notice he hadn't closed the chamber, and the remaining four bullets tumbled out the back end one by one and bounced off of his shoes.

He tried to keep a straight face - he really did - but it had been a long time since he had screwed up in front of her. Even longer for her to think that he did it on purpose when really he was just being an idiot.

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Great Expectations

Almost as soon as the group of Rebels returned to District 13 from a semi-successful raid at the Capitol, Drew had booked himself a seat on one of the trains to return back home to District 10. Their last mission wasn't anything extravagant of Drew, not like Aspen's battle strategies anyways. He usually liked to take offensive positions, just to keep an eye on his Little Calf. But this time he was assigned to sit in the hovercraft and make sure nobody tried to somehow sneak a 600 pounds helicopter into their pocket.

The entire ride to District 10 was an emotional low for the Victor. The closer and closer he got to his fiancee's house, the worse the pain in his chest got. He thought for sure the ride back to 12 and then the aircraft to 13 would be easier, but the diamond ring that Valerie had flung at him wasn't sitting in his pocket easily.

Drew took a moment in his bunker to stare into the mirror and splash some cold water onto his face. Don't let them see you broken... Don't give them what they want... he repeated to himself as his face slowly began to build up into a mask of confidence and humour. They needed their jokester around these parts, and he wasn't one to fail the people he cared about.

He took the stairs two at a time, the small staircase leading from the bunkers to the training rooms wasn't far away from where he tried to get to sleep every night. He found her quite easily, he simply closed his eyes and listened for the sound of metal upon metal and some heavy swearing. He felt an involuntary smile creep upon his face as he padded to follow her, leaning up against the small metal bleachers.

"You having fun there, Blondie?"

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Drew Walker ➝ District 10 Mentor ➝ Victor of 56th Hunger Games

STATISTICS

Eyes:

Green

Hair:

Brown

Height:

6'4"

Weight:

210 lbs.

Weapon of Choice:

Firearms, hand-to-hand combat.

FULL BIOGRAPHY

The question on everyone’s mind when Drew was crowned victor of the 56th Hunger Games was “How the hell did that happen?”. Indeed, the teenager was the black horse that year whom everyone had mentally crossed off the list. An only child and orphan, his reaping wasn’t especially sad as he was mostly seen as a source of stress for the poor district. Even with this tough background, Drew always had a positive outlook on life, using comedy and a goofy grin to motivate himself to make it through the hard times. While this helped him survive homelessness in District 10, this did not seem to be the best strategy in the Games, even though his charismatic nature amused the crowds. However, as soon as he entered the arena, he used his nonthreatening status to avoid the other tributes who knew he would be an easy kill later. Once the dust cleared after the Bloodbath, the odds were consistently in his favor and he was able to stay clear of everyone else long enough to get to the final three. Drew hid on the sidelines, dehydrated and dying, as the other two fought to the death. Struggling to the Cornucopia, where the Gamemakers had promised there would be water to draw him in, he found the last tribute with her kill by her side, wheezing from knife stuck in her chest. Gritting his teeth to keep from showing how much it killed him to do so, he clenched his hands around her throat until she suffocated and died. He never liked having the girl’s death on his hands, with the pressure of it on his shoulders, but he was finally free of being tortured and running from the prospect of being killed.

Drew has always found the role of mentor to be depressing, but he makes every effort he can to make the last days of his tributes as comfortable as possible. Each Hunger Games brings a new period of guilt and stress to his life, as he knows that he cannot protect these children from the horrors of the gore and the death they are fated to. Some of the other victors will taunt him for being soft, but most respect that he focuses on helping his tributes find peace when he knows that they will reach an inevitable death. He constantly makes jokes and tries to lighten the mood, though he knows when to shut up and be serious. When Aspen was selected as tribute, Drew felt horrible because he had watched both of her older brothers die in the arena. He felt as if he had failed them too - and now Aspen? He didn’t like it at all. Her harsh attitude and strategic mind blew him away and he was soon surprised to find himself with a victor. Though their relationship was tough at first, he soon was allowed into her inner circlem though she refuses to admit it. He loves teasing her and nicknamed her “silly little calf” because he knows that it pisses her off to be seen as weak and helpless. As a man who believes that a better future has to exist and can easily relieve tensions, Drew Walker is the perfect addition to District 13, but he can never fight in the war. Some tributes have noticed in the past, him discreetly leaving the room whenever they play past games, and Aspen knows that Drew has never watched a single one of the Games since, preferring to hole up in his room and suffer - but he suffers in silence from his frequent panic attacks that no one knows about. He’s a happy, amusing guy on the outside, but when he’s alone and reliving his Games, his eyes go blank and his heart goes cold - if only he could be healed.

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“The Hunger Games created this monstrous mentality, that only the strong would survive. And even though you may hear that your mother was a coldblooded, ruthless and determined Career, I want to tell you right now that it isn’t so. Because you see, she was just a girl. A girl who loved recklessly and blindly until it consumed her.”

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This is now a Draspen 1x1 account. Feel free to continue to follow but be warned that if you do you may die.

That is all.

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The jacket ~

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Drew: "Did you see the way Brutus was running? I mean look at him, he runs like this..."

Aspen- from the background: "Stop it, Drew! Stop it right now!"

Drew: "... buzzkill."

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#death anthem #life anthem #just... music.

Dear Cathal and Finley [The note that Drew stuck in Brutus' pocket]

I don't know when you'll finally get to read this letter, but I feel like I owe it to your mother to tell you what a strong woman she was. Plus it might help my peace of mind.

My name is Drew Walker. I was your Mom's District Mentor Partner, and I taught her almost everything that she forgot. By the time that you're reading this, we'll both be dead. I just want the two of you to have a little piece of mind.

She was beautiful beyond words, your mother. Whenever she would walk into a room, everyone would just turn to look at her. At first, people would want to go up and talk to her. But she put up this shell around herself, pretended to be a hard-ass so she wouldn't get hurt. She thought that being weak meant showing humanity, and no matter what I told her she refused to believe that our weaknesses are what make us stronger in the end.

The Hunger Games created this monstrous mentality, that only the strong would survive. And even though you may hear that your mother was a coldblooded, ruthless and determined Career, I want to tell you right now that it isn't so. Because you see, she was just a girl. A girl who loved recklessly and blindly until it consumed her.

Live your life with no regrets. Take in every moment of every day with pride. Always remember to smile, even if you don't mean it. You never know, somebody might be falling in love with your smile.

It's cliche, but life is far too short to not tell someone you love them when you do. That is my biggest regret, that your Mom never knew that she meant more than the world to me. All three of you were the highlight of my day, and I feel sick for leaving you.

My parents died right after I was born too, and I know how hard it is. Some days you're not going to want to give up, you're going to be begging for things to end. But I'm telling you right now, that your Mother and I died so you would have a bright future. Absolutely everything happens for a reason, and you just have to keep the faith. We'll be watching over the two of you.

Listen to your heart, your instincts are your best weapons for life. It's not violence and bloodshed that makes the world go round, it's freedom and kindness and the capacity to smile without wincing that matters at the end of the day.

And most importantly, never be afraid. I know that you'll both see one day how we both died. But neither of us were afraid when we saw the light. You should never be afraid. I wasn't... I was born to do this.

Goodbye,

Drew Walker.

#and that's it :c #bye guys

Well, I guess this is goodbye guys. I'm sure you've all known that I was never supposed to make it out of that Arena alive. But you guys will, I know that you will. I believe in you, and you've always been so much stronger than I have.

Christ... Where do I even start... All right, here we go.

Cato

All right you little dipshit listen up, you had better take really good care of yourself from now on. Truth is, I saw a lot of myself in you, and that scared me to oblivion. Don't make the same mistakes I did, because look where they got me. Keep your chin up, and never ever lie to yourself. The worst thing in the world is for your dying thought to be "What if..."

Geezer Brutus

I would apologize for making your life miserable... but I'd be lying. You're a stubborn, pigheaded egotistic jerk, but that's what made you respectable (at least to me). I know that Aspen trusted you, and that was good enough for me. It's killing me (haha, get it? Yeah, shutting up now..) to try to be nice to you about this, but I'm glad that the twins will have someone to look up to like you. I don't really have much, but I have about two grand saved up and stashed under the floorboards in my house. Use it for something useful please? Not booze. Get a house or something.

Annie

We never talked much, but I still feel like you've earned a spot on this list. It's my best guess that you're going to become the maternal figure for the twins, and I just want to say that I'll be looking out for you. I know that Aspen was always jealous of how strong you were, and even though she acted like a cow she did care about you. We both did. So please take good care of yourself.

JoJo

Your life would've meant more if you'd slept with me. I'm just kidding, we both know that would've never happened. You've always been a good friend to me and I want to say thank you, and I'm sorry for giving up so easily. I'll miss you. That machete of mine that you've had your eye on? Take it. I'll have no use for it any more.

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Take care of yourself okay kiddo? You're strong as hell and I know you can do it. Even from wherever the fuck people go when they die I'll be looking out for you. You should also take my leather jacket. I know yours is pretty beat up, just don't stain mine or I'll haunt your ass.

Flash

Don't let me have died in vain you assfuck. I'm praying to God that this is the last death that the Hunger Games is responsible for. I'm counting on you to educate the next generation on how disgusting this was. Please tell them that we died for something, and not for nothing. Oh and do something with my gun collection would you? Just don't use them to shoot your students or I'll be pissed.

Nat

Stay strong little soldier. You've always made me and District 10 proud, I hope you know that.

Red

Goodbye sweetheart. You stay sneaky and strong for me all right? I know you can do it. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better authority figure to you, mainly because I have the mentality of a four year old.

Charlie

I don't really know what to say to you, Baguette girl. I'm sorry that you never got to see me as a ten year old sixty year old man. Just keep on fighting.

Emory

Someone has to take care of my rum collection. Guess you get the short end of the stick.

Aspen

You're my wonderwall. I'll see you soon.

#goodbye

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