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trideent cornered the victor.
♟▌ the footsteps are unexpected but not unwelcomed as they interrupt her racing thoughts left to wander as free as the line of her pencil across starch white paper. brown irises lead the movement of her head, a slight turn to one side to see the trademark blonde hair and sea colored eyes.
❝ hi finn. ❞ ▌ℜ
affinityforsecrets cornered the victor.
♟▌ finnick odair. the name comes to her first, but only in the silence of her mind. her tongue is frozen, as it has been since her interview with caeser three days ago--the night of bright lights and images she rather forget than celebrate. she should say some- thing. anything as the famed victor stands above her.
but she can’t, hands worrying at the edge of her shirt, clenching and unclenching the soft fabric. ▌ℜ
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voracixus cornered the tribute.
♟▌ THE metal feels foreign in her hand, the knife carved from a single piece of metal --far more graceful and smooth than any farmtool she’s encountered. but it’s not as if they’ll let her keep it. so when the clock hands reach five before the hour, she creeps from her shadowed corner to the edge of the training center, wide brown eyes taking in the clatter of weapons and those only a few years older than her yet so much more cruel.
SHE doesn’t feel right down here --everything too big, close, and loud. so it’s on quick feet that she scurries the last few feet, deft fingers setting the knife down. ▌ℜ
❝ the ROBIN and the BLUEBIRD ---------------piping loud, filled all the BLOSSOMING orchards with their glee ❞
-------[ SWEET, GENTLE RUE ]-------
[ why is revamping so haRD ]
"You really think so?"
Peeta glanced over at Rue as they made their way through the arena’s foliage, trying to find their next hiding spot for the night.
"She certainly didn’t seem that way after the interview.”
Slim shoulders rise in a shrug as she meets the boy's gaze briefly, hands going up to block the backlash of branches as they make their way through the forest.
"I do, because of the way she rushed to find you when they announced that two could win."
She falls silent at that, because even if two can win, she isn't in that picture. But being selfish now solves no problems, so she sends a sweet smile at the baker and keeps moving.
❛ oh i’m perfect, little thing. congratulations on your bloody win, by the way. great party. ❜
Bloody. It's a curse, but the word also brings up connotations of red sticky substance on her hands as Katniss bleeds out before her horrified brown eyes. And she looks up at the victor, stuttering out some form of gratitude as she steps backward.
illripyourthroat wanted to meet the victor.
"Are you alright, there?"
abatillus wanted to meet the tribute.
Boots scuff against rock as she settles next to the girl, brown eyes curious as she looks over.
"What were you singing?"
double-knotted-shoelace wanted to meet the tribute/ghost.
"She does love you."
" Yeah. Yeah, I would — if you two have both already had enough. “
"Don't worry about that."
She'll just go make herself scarce if they needed to bribe Haymitch for more food. That has to go over well with the Capitol, right? The knowledge she could come back at any time.
firexrebellion wanted to meet the tribute.
Her stomach grumbles as she stare at the grosling slowly roasting over red-orange flames, a delectable aroma in the air. Too bad there's still the underlying stink of death, but for now, Rue is content with watching the bird cook --though she'll be even more content to eat it.
distruust wanted to meet the tribute.
"Katniss made soup, would you like any?"
▌█ —- ⎡×⎦ -—
A victor, as if it was actually a surprise he won. The riches, the fame, the treasures, it was a dream come true. Walking past one of the empty halls of his new residence, he stops making a double take. His eyes were surely playing tricks. A sort of nightmare during the day. A much too realistic daymare. For he was now seeing the little girl from District 11.
Maybe if she had some sort of dark twisted humor she would grab a bottle of that red tomato paste and pretend it's her insides spilling out into the hallway. But there's no need, the bloodstain on her shirt over her stomach is there, fresh as the day Marvel drove the spear into it. She doesn't expect the hulking boy to stop, doesn't expect him to stare either. But she's a ghost --how much more can surprise her?
"Hello."
[ that starter call thing? ]