girls against god

[ibiswestgrove]

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Is it this hard every year? Ibis thought as she stumbled around the grounds in front of her building in Victor's Lane. She had awoken from another round of nightmares, just as she had every night for as long as she could remember, unless she was lucky enough to drink herself into a complete stupor. Even then, half the time she ended up just as she is now - half drunk, half hungover, fully exhausted. When she wakes up like this she can't stay still. She paced her apartment for as long as she could stand it - but she needed fresh air, and the expanse the outdoors could provide her.

Luckily, the weather in the Capitol wasn't too cold this evening - despite it being the warm season, the temperature still tended to drastically drop at night. She was used to warm weather year round in District 10; though she had been spending much of her time in the Capitol the past few years. Her sisters had made her house in Victor's Village a home, but the halls still echoed with her daughter's laughter, and it was too much for Ibis to take. Moxie had never been to the Capitol - so despite the fact that she hates just about every facet of it, Ibis spent most of her time there. Less likely to feel the lack.

She stumbled a few steps forward, walking further away from her building. She saw a figure up ahead - someone else out in the middle of the night. She immediately slinked into the shadow of the closest building, her natural instinct to flee taking over. But this wasn't an arena - this person (probably) wasn't trying to kill her. So her curiosity, always brought out from liquor, took over. "What's keeping you up?" she shouted in the direction of the person.

[amadeuswing-deactivated20260327]

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Amadeus sat in the jazz bar and listened to the rough playing of the saxophone. He could play better than that - but he wouldn't. Jazz required giving a piece of oneself to the music, and he had nothing left to give the Capitol. Instead, he focused internally, on the way his mind was racing - his heart thundering in his chest. It was an anxiety attack, one of many that he had. It would be simple to tell the bartender to give him something to chase the feelings away - but if he did that, they'd win. Again.

Instead, he drank water. Little by little, he regained control of himself. The song had triggered a memory - the way the dirt had caved under his fingers as he buried yet another tribute. The prayer he had offered.

By the time the glass of water was gone, all that was left was a slight tremor in his hand as he set the glass down onto the bar. "It's been a hell of a night," he explained to the person next to him, as if he owed them some kind of explanation. "The darker it gets, the more the demons come back... and the saxophone player isn't helping."

[ibiswestgrove]

Ibis had stumbled into the jazz bar accidentally. She didn't particularly care for jazz - or music in general - but she was doing all she could to avoid the festival of the Games. Victor's Lane became unbearable this time of year, and she'd gladly hide in any hole that would have her. She especially preferred when those hiding spots had alcohol.

She signaled to the bartender to poor her some white liquor as she sat at the bar. She'd managed to steer clear of the Capitol's events so far, but she knew it was only a matter of time before her appearance would become compulsory. To think that she'd one day imagined that these games could actually be a celebration - it made her feel sick. Watching that tiny girl get reaped from her District had almost been enough to send her over the edge - she wasn't sure how she was going to handle watching her die.

Thinking about it now made her feel sick - so she's thankful when the man sitting next to her began speaking. When she turned to look at him she's surprised to see it's Amadeus Wing, the victor from the year before her. "Tell me about it," she agreed with a sly smile, knowing she understands better than most. She nodded to the bartender. "Or better yet, don't. Can I get you another?"

[ibiswestgrove]

Task 1

Myers-Briggs: ISFJ - The Defender

Enneagram: Type 8 - The Challenger

Love Language: Acts of Service

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Temperament: Melancholic

[ibiswestgrove]

( juliette lewis | forty-eight | cis woman | she / her ) oh darling, did you see? that’s ibis westgrove, a victor from district ten! they won the 41st hunger games at just seventeen years old, i remember it being quite the event. i did see in their latest magazine article that they’re determined, maternal, and bitter, and that they aren’t mentoring this year. honestly, they remind me of a snake slithering through tall grass, a stray cat that keeps coming back, driving down a stormy back road, and knowing exactly when to get up and walk away from the table. what the public doesn’t know is that they’re a part of plutarch heavensbee’s rebellion, but such things can’t be said out loud.

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