Madame Poison

Juno Vanderbilt. Tribute. Former socialite.

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

She'd only been in the training room for the better part of an hour, but just the smell of sweat and the sounds of district tributes grated on her nerves. "Move aside!" she pushed at a tribute on her way to the elevator.

[ireth-alcarin]

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

“Ouch, breaking my heart red. What if I said I wanted to retire from training and go into a shadow puppetry career? You could’ve just dashed my dreams in one sharp tongued comment.”

"I'd say that I just saved you from a life of poverty and unemployment. Stick to what you are good at."

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

“This is a tribute free bathroom, actually. So, run along.”

"Funny." Juno simply stood taller, easily able to tower over the other girl and fix her hair. "I wonder, did you get your sense of humor from your that rebel scum you called a father?"

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

Mayella eyed the girl wearily before nodding. She supposed the flowers were beautiful, though she couldn’t identify the species and the smell from any flowers could sometimes be nauseating to her. She preferred rocks. Cleaning them off, examining them, trying to determine how old they might be and if there was anything hidden amid the specks and flecks that made it up. “Aren’t some of these kids pretty young? Why would they have poisonous flowers out for them to grab?”

She grinned at the prospect. The idea of a victor's child being sent to the emergency room over eating toxic flowers would be front page Gazette news. "They all have parents don't they? It's not our fault if their dear mama's are too busy complaining to watch their rugrat."

[thevultur]

“What? I’m fine. It’s nothing a couple of cups of coffee can’t solve. Your concern, howsoever, is beyond touching.”

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

Juno looked on the gamemaker. "Do I look concerned?" She went over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup, giving it a sniff. Not the strongest. "This won't do anything for you."

[poppy-battenberg]

Mayella looked uncertainly at the table of food in front of her. Half of it looked familiar enough that she could figure out what it was, but the other half she was entirely uncertain of. “Is it all edible or just decoration?”

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

"Everything but the flowers." Juno plucked one of the Naked Lady flowers from the vase and gaze it a sniff, smiling at the familiar smell. "Beautiful but poisonious."

[lincolnxargent]

“I don’t know what it was meant to be, oh wait that’s a bird! Wait, does this even make sense?”

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

"It looks like you should stick to training, not shadow puppets." Juno dropped into a seat as she watched the man, semi-amused the antics.

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

“What? It’s just a harmless little game. You have any better ideas?”

"And it's something I haven't played since I was twelve." She looked the girl up and down, her distaste for being in the same boat as someone like her evident. "But don't let me stop you from acting like a child these last few days of yours."

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

“Well, that’s what happens when bloodthirsty teenagers are allowed to roam free. And that’s not really my fault is it?”

"Are you telling me you let some district scum steal one of your cadavers?" Juno's noise wrinkled at the thought. "I would have expected more from you, Montenegro."

[karengillandaily]

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

[astridxruelle]

Her mother wasn’t improving, and probably wouldn’t. She’d just moved her to a better facility and that meant needing more money, which is why she was standing in front of a mirror, carefully putting on her makeup. She didn’t want to do this, but she had to. Sensing someone nearby, she didn’t wait for them to say anything. “What?” 

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

Juno looked the girl up and down not in the slightest intimidated by her sharp word. "Mind not hogging all the mirror space?"

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

“A pair of five year olds are not capable of killing you,” Marina stated.  “I’m sorry if they ran into you.  I’ll deal with them later.”  It was hard for Marina to find the balance.  She didn’t want to be too hard on them when there was already so many hard things going on in their lives.

"Depends on the five year old, really." She crossed her arms as she stared down the victor. "Bit of bad blood as I see it. Considering there father is a traitor and rebel two times over."

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

Marina looked over at the young woman and nodded.  “Trust me, I’ve been trying.”  She couldn’t blame them.  Slate usually got Oceana worked up and then by bedtime she was crying for her daddy.  It was a heartbreaking cycle that Marina didn’t know how to break.  At least Leona wasn’t acting out.  She couldn’t have handled all three of them causing problems.  “It’s easier said than done.”

"Yeah well they nearly killed me, so . . ." she let the statement drag on. Juno had little sympathy for rowdy behavior. She'd been raised strictly and to her that rigid system was exactly what kids needed.

[marinaoakland]

“Guys don’t run,” Marina called after the twins as they tore down the hallway.  Ever since the last Games they’d been hell on wheels.  The five and a half year olds were no doubt acting out because Stone was gone.  Again.  And this time it seemed even more permanent.  He didn’t remember and that was the hardest part.  He couldn’t even remember his children.

The stress of it all had started turning Marina’s hair grey and she ran her fingers through it as the twins disappeared around a corner.  Sighing heavily, she shook her head.  “I don’t know what I’m going to do with them,” she muttered.

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

Juno was just turning the corner, phone in hand when she walked smack into a pair of twins. They nearly sent her toppling to the ground, but they barely noticed as the hurried along in their play. She considered pursuing them but after hearing their mother call out she walked forward and around the corner. "You need to get control of those kids," she told her.

[silverfierro]

“Well, since we aren’t allowed out anywhere…truth? Or dare?”

[juno-vanderbilt-blog1]

"That's funny," Juno flicked her gaze up and down the tribute, "you don't look like one of the baby tributes, but you sure are acting like one.”