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@ceceliastark - replying to ( this )

Emersyn didn't entirely realize who had been speaking to her at first, her eyes almost being blank before she finally turned to make eye contact with the other woman. Her smile showed how happy she was to finally escape the pointless conversation, soon nodding her head. "I would love to, it has been so long since I had seen you.." She paused and turned to the capitalists she spoke to, bowing her head respectfully. "I will have to excuse myself, I apologize, I hope you find joy and excitement while you party." She then turned and gave Cecila a thankful expression as they both left the conversation and moved away from the cold. "Thank you, I didn't have the heart to tell them to let me leave.. but I couldn't stand listening to ideas for training or outfits for my tributes." She hated how young her tributes were, especially little Phoebe, but she knew to keep them protected while she could. Even if it meant listening to the most boring and annoying conversations till she was able to escape them.

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@gcmmislapsis - replying to ( this )

Emersyn felt the relief flood to her expression as she saw Cashmere enter the conversation, almost letting her smile show the needs of her thankfulness. Her shoulders relaxed and simply moved towards the other side of the woman in shining cloth. "Yes, you read it correctly, thank you." She spoke, soon feeling the warmth against her skin taking over. She never did like being around the concept of ice sculptures alongside the cold in general. The cold gave the girl too much remembrance of what she was forced to do as a teenager and the forever effects of such things. But, not everyone knew of her struggles nor did she wish to ever speak of it if she didn't need to. She always found herself being in awe of those who still found the means to be more confident and helpful, as she saw with Cashmere. The woman was strong in her games, and she was definitely someone she found comfort in seeing along with learning about prior and after the games she was in. "How do you have such sanity to deal with so many personalities? I barely can handle the ones who are in my district."

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@iratuscst - replying to ( this ).

Emersyn naturally was trying to avoid conversations with sponsors and capitalists as much as she could. She rarely found comfort in the ideas of parties or seeing the laughter of those finding joy in the death of the innocent souls. However, she always wanted to attempt to keep her eyes and ears open for the other victors. Yes, she was one to only share a few words with them, but even then she made sure to keep her eyes peeled. And it proved to be a good move when her eyes saw the look Johanna had been giving her. She carefully stepped close, bowing her head and letting out the softest of giggles. "Hello darlings, I hope to not be a bother in this moment but Johanna.." She paused, giving a confirming grin to make sure she knew she saw her need to escape the dreaded talking. "I wanted to speak to you about potential training for our tributes in a place in a little more silence.. as much as I would love such lovely people to hear." She carefully grabbed Johanna's wrist and pulled her out the conversation, continuing to walk till they were in a more open corner of the room. "I assumed that is what was requested of me? I hate standing there and chatting as well."

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encbarias - replying to ( this )

Emersyn felt her lips go thin at the idea drinking, maybe if things got too hasty she would indulge. She rarely wished to deal with the substance due to horrid memories of her first years as a victor, but nonetheless it was a option. She was amused at how many sponsors and other capitol people felt the need to stick their noses so close to them. Almost acting as if all the victors and tributes were shiny new toys that needed to be seen before they became ruined in their own image. She did however feel the sadness take over at the mention of her tributes. She wanted to take them both and run away from the chaos. Phoebe felt like a young sister to her since the second her eyes graced towards the pigtails and her shy attitude. She found it hard to try and connect to Boreas, but she couldn't blame the boy for such attitude changes. The games made the worst or the saddest areas of a human's soul escape even if it wasn't meant to happen. She let out a shaky breath as she grabbed a napkin, purely just incase. "If I was allowed to take her place, I would without any hesitation.." She spoke with seriousness, soon shaking her head. "Children her age should be worrying about what color shoes go with their favorite dress, not over the need to learn which weapon will kill a person the fastest to survive." She shook her head and dabbed her napkin at her tear ducts. She wasn't crying today, not with so many around.

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oh darling, did you see? that’s gareth wheeler, a victor from district four!

they won the 49th hunger games at just sixteen years old, i remember it being quite the event. i did see on their latest magazine article that they’re short tempered, at times arrogant, and heavily self confident, and that they are mentoring this year. honestly, they remind me of the match that lights a burning flame, clever as a devil and twice as pretty, and a glare as sharp as a knife. 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.

[encbarias]

LOSTALES —

Her smile stayed present as her heels pressed against the marble flooring against her heels. The smile gave a acceptance of reaction and helped give some people relief from more of the harsher attitudes that stuck out inside the party. However, even if her smile showed the happiness of her presence at the quarters, her soul stayed clutching at the home's front door. It clawed and prayed to escape the constant reminders of her past trauma and the reminder of the lives she practically had to live through till they took their last breath or made someone have theirs's. 

She bowed her head to the few friends and capitalists that were lingering around. Emersyn soon moved and grabbed the closest glass of water, not wanting to dare drink any sort of alcoholic beverage due to the knots that made her wary of getting sick. "It'll be fine, stay for a few hours then go back to the suite.." She mumbled, her mastered forced grin showing as she pressed her cheek against each side of a sponsor's to mimic the usual greeting. "It is lovely to see you.. I hope my tributes give you the catch that I know many of you had given me." Her giggle escaped softly, her softened blue eyes hiding away her faint scared expression as she felt the cold chill of the ice sculpture behind her. 

enobaria had been attending these parties for quite literally a decade, and she was pretty sure that this sponsor — a capitolite with long pink hair the color of raspberries in a sleek, tight-fitting dress that emphasizes her breasts — is one of the more dedicated of the ones she'd encountered. the sponsor had managed to hang on to enobaria through three topic changes, two drink runs, and several changes of scenery to various places around the opening party. currently, they were standing near an elaborate ice sculpture. enobaria was pretty sure the sculpture was meant to be either the president. or possibly some kind of bear. she wasn't really sure which. nor was she sure that she cared.

“oh! emersyn!” enobaria called, as she spotted the other victor, desperate for an escape from the present conversation. turning back to the sponsor, she added, “i'm so sorry. but i hope you realize i really do have to chat with emersyn. mentor to mentor, you understand.” she wasn't mentoring this year, but the sponsor didn't have to know that. she smiled, one of the full-teeth ones that either unnerved or excited capitolites, hoping for the former. the sponsor waved her hand as if to tell enobaria to go. enobaria didn't stick around to question it.

enobaria didn't hate emersyn. they'd never exactly hung out, per se, but judging by emersyn's body language, she had wanted out of her conversation as badly as enobaria had wanted out of hers.

she grabs emersyn's elbow and steering her away from the capitolites. “i needed out,” she says, by way of explanation; hoping emersyn will get it.

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Her eyes showed the faintest hint of surprise and fear clouding through the bright blue eyes that had seen far too much. When her sight met the familiar appearance of Enobaria, she felt and knew she physically showed the stances of relief and relaxation as her shoulders relaxed. As they arrived away from the capitolites, she nodded her head in understanding towards the words.

“I was more uncomfortable by the chill against my spine from that dreaded sculpture, you think they’d realize not all enjoy the idea and feeling of that deadly thing.”

Her trauma was mainly speaking. The small scars across her fingers and across her forearms from reactions to the cold and injuries both in and outside of her own games. She never wished to be inconveniencing to those who enjoy the feeling of ice and it’s counterparts, but… it simply brought back too much pain for her to understand. Her expression turned to one of amusement and faint comfort with eno’s presence, soon chuckling softly. “How many of the sponsors have tried to swoon you tonight? I’ve had two so far and already have had to hold back the strong needing to drink.” She knew why the swooning was happening, especially with the things she had to deal with when she first was done with her games. She naturally made her brain go numb at the idea of remembering past dealings, but she had two souls to think about now.

[lostales]

location? : ballroom ! starter? : open ! Her  smile  stayed  present  as  her  heels  pressed  against  the  marble  flooring  against  her  heels.  The  smile  gave  a  acceptance  of  reaction  and  helped  give  some  people  relief  from  more  of  the  harsher  attitudes  that  stuck  out  inside  the  party.  However,  even  if  her  smile  showed  the  happiness  of  her  presence  at  the  quarters,  her  soul  stayed  clutching  at  the  home's  front  door.  It  clawed  and  prayed  to  escape  the  constant  reminders  of  her  past  trauma  and  the  reminder  of  the  lives  she  practically  had  to  live  through  till  they  took  their  last  breath  or  made  someone  have  theirs's.  

She  bowed  her  head  to  the  few  friends  and  capitalists  that  were  lingering  around.  Emersyn  soon  moved  and  grabbed  the  closest  glass  of  water,  not  wanting  to  dare  drink  any  sort  of  alcoholic  beverage  due  to  the  knots  that  made  her  wary  of  getting  sick.  "It'll  be  fine,  stay  for  a  few  hours  then  go  back  to  the  suite.."  She  mumbled,  her  mastered  forced  grin  showing  as  she  pressed  her  cheek  against  each  side  of  a  sponsor's  to  mimic  the  usual  greeting.  "It  is  lovely  to  see  you..  I  hope  my  tributes  give  you  the  catch  that  I  know  many  of  you  had  given  me."  Her  giggle  escaped  softly,  her  softened  blue  eyes  hiding  away  her  faint  scared  expression  as  she  felt  the  cold  chill  of  the  ice  sculpture  behind  her.  

[lostales]

oh darling, did you see? that’s emersyn reed, a victor from district five!

they won the 61st hunger games at just sixteen years old, i remember it being quite the event. i did see on their latest magazine article that they’re reliable, patient, and rather sarcastic, and that they are mentoring this year. honestly, they remind me of the sight of a warm sunray on a cloudy day, the bright smile needed to give comfort, and a force to be reckoned with even if they seem kind. what the public doesn’t know is that they’re not a part of plutarch heavensbee’s rebellion, but such things can’t be said out loud.

[lostales]

oh that? that’s marcus montgomery, silly, from right here in our lovely capitol!

last i heard, they’re working as a prep team member for district one and my, they’re just brilliant at what they do. people around the city say they’re rather blunt, more on the quiet side and observant, and i personally found they remind of me of the hidden angst, the flower that didn’t get the chance to show its bloom, and the friend who will last a lifetime when we spoke. what the public doesn’t know is that they’re a part of plutarch heavensbee’s rebellion, but those things can’t be said out loud.