Joy

Joy Trovato- Tribute for the 116th games Find Joy in the ordinary thing

[chip-foster]

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The victorian styled gown lay heavy on her waist as she moved through the room trying to find someone she would actually enjoy to talk to. She couldn’t remember that last time a circle of games had left her so cold and bored before. “well–what a lovely evening indeed.”

As a result of having spent the entire two weeks prior to the ball determined to cook all of his own meals, Chip was terribly hungry and honestly happy to see so much prepared, delicious food all around. He was in the middle of devouring a plate of some gourmet meat dish when Joy spoke, and he took a second to finish his last bite and take a breath before responding. “I-I’m act-tually happ-ppy to be here,” he admitted with a small shrug. “J-just for th-the food.”

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"aren't we all chip. Aren't we all?" her voice resembled more of a chatty tune than anything else words soft and swinging as she pushed down the urge to roll her eyes. Joy wasn't entirely sure just what exactly had caused her current mindset, but it had certainly stripped herof any illusion of glitter above the dull reality.

[marinaoakland]

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“Marina.” her face lit up softly at the sight of the older women: “you won’t believe how glad I am to find you everyone else is being such a bore this evening.” she straightened a little at the compliment nodding gracefully: “thank you very much.”

Marina chuckled, smiling slightly.  “Everyone is being a bore?  I don’t know if I’m that much more entertaining than everyone else,” she admitted.

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"oh you most definitely are. You have got so many memories. You could never get boring. Plus I actually like you so-" she trailed off with a bright smirk tipping a little higher on the balls of her feet than her heels usually would have: "how are the kids? The same thunderstorms as always?"

[marinaoakland]

joy-trovato‌:

The victorian styled gown lay heavy on her waist as she moved through the room trying to find someone she would actually enjoy to talk to. She couldn’t remember that last time a circle of games had left her so cold and bored before. “well–what a lovely evening indeed.”

Marina smiled when Joy approached her.  “It’s nice,” she admitted.  “You look very pretty, Joy.”

[joy-trovato]

"Marina." her face lit up softly at the sight of the older women: "you won't believe how glad I am to find you everyone else is being such a bore this evening." she straightened a little at the compliment nodding gracefully: "thank you very much."

[surya-mirga]

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The victorian styled gown lay heavy on her waist as she moved through the room trying to find someone she would actually enjoy to talk to. She couldn’t remember that last time a circle of games had left her so cold and bored before. “well–what a lovely evening indeed.”

Surya tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, careful not to mess too much with the bizarre structure atop her head that was simultaneously beautiful and scary. “I’m just glad it’s starting to warm up again,” she mused, looking toward some of the open balcony doors with a smile. “It makes these things so much more fun.”

[joy-trovato]

"and a lot more breathable." she hated the balls during the winter circle. The room got way too stuffy and sweaty leaving not nearly enough place to breathe properly. "but you will have to enlighten me: what is that on your head?"

[joy-trovato]

The victorian styled gown lay heavy on her waist as she moved through the room trying to find someone she would actually enjoy to talk to. She couldn't remember that last time a circle of games had left her so cold and bored before. "well--what a lovely evening indeed."

[joy-trovato]

chip-foster‌:

Chip shrugged, though he sort of understood not wanting to completely abandoned his team. It was different when the rest of the girls from Three were still around and he was usually too high to care. He also knew that Evie’s guardians were there and the last thing he could do was skip out early when they were around. “C-can’t help y-you m-much,” he mumbled, glancing back down at his phone. “U-usuall-lly just u-use m-my phone to ignore p-people. D-don’t h-have any good s-secr-rets for f-fun here.”

She shrugged with a small sigh going back to finish her pastry: “That’s cool. I mean- usually the party is supposed to be here for fun after all. it’s just not really fun when the tributes are all dying like fish out of water.” The major inactivity was probably nagging her the most. Usually the capitolprovided more than enough work for her to distract herself.

[joy-trovato]

chip-foster‌:

Chip nodded in understanding, feeling the exact same, though that was how he usually felt about most things. “Y-you can tr-try to l-leave,” he suggested. He knew Marina and Zephyr were there, so he assumed that was enough to hold down the fort while the younger mentor left. “J-just s-say you h-have a st-stomach ache.”

“Oh- i don’t think I could do that. Zephyr is pretty preoccupied with his daughter and I don’t want to leave marina on her own.” Plus- for all that she hated the crowd in the ballroom at the moment, she also did not want to return to the tower to an empty floor and be alone.

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surya-mirga‌:

“Oh, dear…what’s happened over here?”

“nothing- that’s the point. Everything is so boring this year.” Joy huffed out loud taking another bite from her pastry. “Even the food tastes bland.”

[joy-trovato]

chip-foster‌:

Chip was totally out of it, listening to music on full blast while the ball happened around him. He only heard the girl speak because he was in a few seconds of silence over the earbuds as the songs changed. Pulling one out of his ear, he looked over with a confused expression. “Uh…?”

“Like-all of this- the games... everything really sucks right now.” She complained  briefly frowning as she sipped at her drink. She didn’t know why exactly, but she had been in a bad mood the whole evening and was already tired of it.

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vegalattimor‌:

“Ugh I know,” Vega sighed, rolling her eyes.  “What even is the point of this party?  The tributes are dying so fast we’ll have a victor before I can get properly drunk.”

“That’s part of it.” her heart was mildly disturbed by the news about Skye. it was a true pity- That girl had had spunk. “I just want it to go and be done right now so I can go back home.” Her mood was a little sour ever since satine had returned to eight and she no longer had a friend to hang out with.

[joy-trovato]

“Yeah- I am really not amused.”

[joy-trovato]

Presidential ball outfit 121

[olive--blackwell-deactivated201]

Burly and Dandelion were gone. She signed the paperwork, collected the bodies, and shipped them home. Tomorrow morning she would make that call to the parents she’d failed, but tonight she’d drink until she didn’t hurt anymore. She sat for a moment in the lounge, eyes on her lap and dagger twirling effortlessly between her fingers. She wanted to dig this straight through Battenberg’s ribcage. The fantasy was old, but easy to conjure. She could almost feel the hot blood on her hands, and hear the woman’s gasp. 

Footsteps down the hallway pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked up, her lips set in a sharp line.

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Joy waved briefly at Olive knowing about her tributes failure. While Skye was still in the running Joy didn’t have much hope for her.Although she barely had any in these years tributes. falling down onto a seat she ordered herself a drink  heaving a sft sigh: “So- a bad year, huh?”

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[stellinaminuet]

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“actually no.” she shook her head not even aware of who he sister was. “there are not many people in here who know how to handle weapons and find the beauty in them. They are mostly careers and well- we are a dying population. One is the only one that still seems to be doing their work.” ever since her victory her views on the games might have changed, but that woul’t be able to change who she was. A career and people like her tended to recognize each other.“ who is your sister? ”

“Oh,” Stellina said sheepishly. She chewed on the inside of her mouth for a moment. “Sorry, then, I guess,” she added eventually. “You were academy trained though, clearly. So Four’s still going strong.” She shook her head, not really believing that she could be anybody’s first Minuet encounter. “Carina. She came here a year ago now. Ballet dancer, very tall. Killed like half the kids in her arena somehow.”

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"I'm one of few." she admitted softly knowing that careers were a dying group in four although she deemed it not to be the most horrible thing in the world after all. "so were the ones in my arena. True careers are rare nowadays." she paused for a moment trying to find the picture in her head for the name: "The one in Drake's games?" truth to be told she barely found herself caring for any tributes besides her own knowing it would only inflict even more pain on her. "I guess you never know who you are gong to end up getting g killed by." 

[xsatine]

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“why must you always wound me like this.?” she pretended to be astonished one hand falling mockingly over her chest in a dramatic motion. “well it wasn’t me who taught you. How to shoot an arrow was it? Just because your last teacher was shit…” she trailed off clearly joking. 

Satine laughed harder. She could laugh about it now. She’d had over six months to get over her little crush on her best friend. Feigning offence, she put one hand on her hip, the other still holding the gun. “Scarlet Gryffon was a wonderful teacher,” she said mock-defensively. Satine missed her, but understood that she had better things to do elsewhere. Holding her gun out to Joy, she added, “Okay, if you’re such a great shot, then you do it with your eyes closed.”

[joy-trovato]

"might be, but not as good as me." joy shrugged throwing her hands in the air at the idea: "you really have no faith in me do you?" joy laughed taking the gun before positioning herself in the general direction and closing her eyes: "just make sure no one starts running through my field right now." years of practice had helped her get more aware of her surroundings and by now it was almost as if she could see the target in front of her mind knowing the angles it stood at. Aiming she pulled the trigger a tiny bit surprised by the kickback herself this time before she admired her word. Not bull's eye, but close enough: "don't tempt me, Harris."

[xsatine]

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“Well damn it- are you on friday night at 8?” Joy joked handing the gun back with a smirk. “See? That was better. Not that hard is it?” Weapons had always come easy to her and some she almost considered a fierce friend given the time she spends around them usually. “Not too bad at all. if you continue like this I will have you hitting the mark with both eyes closed in a bit.”

Satine hummed, pretending to consider the offer. “I think I’m seeing someone else Friday,” she teased back. “You’ll have to be quicker than that.” Laughing, she looked back at the target and shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’ve been firing a bow for two years now and I still need at least one eye for that.”

[joy-trovato]

"why must you always wound me like this.?" she pretended to be astonished one hand falling mockingly over her chest in a dramatic motion. "well it wasn't me who taught you. How to shoot an arrow was it? Just because your last teacher was shit..." she trailed off clearly joking.