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FREYA MESSERE // DISTRICT TWELVE

5TH PLACE // theme song: SIT STILL, LOOK PRETTY by daya 

“I don’t know what you’ve been told But this gal right here’s gonna rule the world Yeah, that is where I’m gonna be because I wanna be, no I don’t wanna sit still, look pretty”

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panemsflower‌:

It wasn’t okay.

“It’s not…” Cassia choked out as the tears flowed down her cheeks. Tears she didn’t bother to wipe away because she felt like it would be an insult to Freya. She had never wanted to hurt anyone. All she had wanted was to go home again and see her sisters, to sleep in her own bed. Why did the cost of that have to be so high?

“It’s…” Cassia started as her sobs choked her words. What had she done? She could have just left and walked away.

Instead she fell to her knees besides Freya. “I never meant to.” She said through her tears knowing it didn’t make up for what she had done. Even if Freya had tried to kill them with explosives only minutes previous.

“I’m not leaving.” It didn’t matter how much she wanted to run away and hide, Cassia knew she couldn’t.

there was a strange relief to freya’s current situation. a mental forgiving that contrasted sharply to the way her heart was beating faster, trying to pump as much blood as possible as though it could patch up the hole in her chest. her lungs heaved, pulling oxygen out of the small amount of air they could breathe in. nothing was peaceful about it except for freya’s mind. and so she retreated there for a moment — it was quiet. “i—.”

she couldn’t form words around the blood and air gathering in her throat. her body was grabbing on to every ounce of life it could and freya didn’t have anything left to say goodbye or close whatever book she had been writing with her life. she didn’t often think of death, but when she did freya didn’t imagine it would be this. she had hoped for goodbyes, as unlike her as they could get. honest, emotional vulnerability that may have even brought her mother and sister to tears. there was no energy for that now. eventually, her body grew tired and her mind darker. and she began to fade out; in a shuddering, stubborn way.

freya’s body fought until the very last second, even after she retreated into her mind. it fought to live and breathe and adapt to the wound in her chest.

and then a cannon sounded.

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panemsflower‌:

Strangely, there was little resistance as the knife plunged into Freya’s chest. Cassia hadn’t even noticed until she felt the hot crimson liquid hit her hands. It was warm. So warm…

Cassia yelped as she leapt backwards, bringing the knife with her. She hadn’t meant to… It hadn’t been her intention. Freya had to know she didn’t mean it. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as she tried to blink them back. Even so, Cassia just stood there, frozen and covered in blood.

“I…” She frowned as she stood there and looked at Freya and then to her blood stained hands and then back to Freya.

“it’s okay.” why those were her words she didn’t know. her hands tried to grab at the knife in her chest, but the blood was so slick and her vision had begun to turn spotty. why was she reassuring her? because that’s exactly what freya would have wanted to here. their situation wasn’t okay, this decision wasn’t okay, but it was bound to happen.

freya tried to pull at the dagger as she fell back on her heels, but the pain was so great and she just wasn’t able to grab ahold of it. “just. go.” now her words were garbled by something metallic tasting, huh. interesting. her father had never told her about that before, though it was similar to the time mae tried to teach her to fight and bloodied her lip. but worse, much worse.

“it’s okay.”

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panemsflower‌:

Cassia had hoped that the dagger would have scared her opponent off. Life would have been so much simpler that way. She wasn’t ready for this. This was something that happened to other kids and not her. For the first time, Cassia found herself wishing she could wake up in her crowded bed back at home. A bed that would be full of sisters, blankets, and giggling.

Panicked, Cassia waved the dagger again as Freya lunged at her. She just wanted her to stop. “Please…” Again, Cassia swiped at Freya hoping it would just end soon.

before she could process cassia’s words, freya felt a sharpness in her chest. and then, warmth? it stopped her in her tracks, her momentum causing the pain to push further into her chest. it must have reached her heart, her lungs, something.

and then, hoping to understand the source of the strange feeling she looked down. and saw the handle of a knife and a large red stain on her white shirt. strange. another second passed and freya cried out in pain — her mind connecting what she felt to what she saw. so, this did end the same.

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panemsflower‌:

In another life time, in another place, Cassia would have felt guilty about hurting Freya. Hurting someone that had been civil towards her during her time in the Capitol and even that day in the arena they got pretzels. It had been nice before the reality of the situation had weighed on both of them and the only problem was being a little hungry.

“I’m sorry,” Cassia said repeating Freya’s earlier words back to her as she pulled the dagger from her waist band. Two could play this game and Cassia didn’t want to lose. She didn’t want to not see her sisters again unless it meant that Lucky would see her family again. More for bravado, Cassia banished the dagger hoping it would scare Freya into submission.

freya saw the knife and did nothing but continue to try and recover from the gut-wrenching pain spreading through her abdomen. there must have been a broken rib in there somewhere, her father would have known what to do. he would have told her to take deep breaths and calm down while he fixed her up. her mother would have clasped freya’s shoulder while wes watched on in worry and mae complained that freya should have known better.

but she saw that knife and knew, now weaponless, that the next few moments would determine the rest of her life. however short they may be. and so, freya could think of nothing to do but lunge back at cassia with whatever strength she had.

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panemsflower‌:

Cassia grunted as she tried to shove the larger girl off her. She wasn’t going to die this way. Her sisters didn’t deserve to see that. “I said get off me!” She muttered as she gave Freya another shove hoping to push her off her. A fight was hard to win when you were pinned down.

Bring her hands up to shield her face, Cassia was glad when Freya’s fist collided with her arm and not her face. Judging by how bad her arm now hurt, it was a good thing. Hopefully it wasn’t broken. Ugh, where was Lucky when she needed her.

Instead, Cassia tried jabbing at Freya’s side instead. If she could get free enough, for just a moment, she could grab the dagger she had stashed in her waist band.

freya felt the control in this awful situation like a dual-edged sword; she could survive, she could do it, but there was a person she would need to kill hurt to do so. she was doing to cassia what had been done to her at the cornucopia and there had been death at the end. just as there must be at the end of this, unless a sudden change of heart and passage of time ended up allowing them both to walk away. 

freya gasped when cassia’s elbow landed right in the sore spot of her side that nova had hit the day before. when she had checked the bruise was still a deep purple and sensitive to the touch. at the impact, freya coiled inwards in instinct her arms letting go of cassia as she leaned back on her heels. it felt like that day as a child when she fell fixing the roof of her family’s home and felt like she forgot how to breathe for a few moments.

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panemsflower‌:

Okay, an opponent without a weapon was something Cassia could handle. She could do this she told herself. One more fight. It was just like it was back in Eleven when they were sparring in the orchards for a bit of fun during lunch break. Kids being kids. Her mother had wondered once where Cassia had gotten the bruises, but had never been that concerned.

What she hadn’t expected was for Freya’s hands to actually make contact with her shoulders. Already a bit disoriented from the explosion, it didn’t take much to knock her backwards her fall aided by the slick debris covered linoleum. “Get off me,” she muttered as she pushed Freya away.

freya was surprised herself when she actually made contact with cassia, sending them both hurtling to the ground. freya’s cuts and slices from the doll incident the day before felt reopened, and the pain in her wrist only worsened when she caught her weight as she hit the ground.

“i can’t.” and as much as freya hated this, she needed to live. it was the only thought she had in that moment -- she had to live. and the only way to do that was to be the last one standing. it had already gone too far. her body was screaming at her to summon as much strength as she could. she slammed her fist downwards towards cassia. her movement felt sluggish though, like there was a deeply buried hesitation.

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panemsflower‌:

Cassia tried to jump out of the way, but she felt the blade slash at her arm. An arm that was bare because her jacket was currently tied up in containing that pint-size terror that bore her resemblance. Now her arm was painted red with blood.

This wasn’t happening…. Instinctively, Cassia stuck her foot out hoping to take advantage of the fact that Freya was already off balance. The girl was bigger than her and Cassia didn’t want to take her chances one on one with her. Sure Cassia knew some fighting tips, but this wasn’t the training center. This was real and Freya had a weapon.

She could call to Lucky, but that would mean getting her into this too. Instead, she aimed a kick in Freya’s direction.

freya had mere seconds to recover when she was further launched off-balance, stumbling and catching herself with one hand on her knees. cassia’s foot had impacted the hand that held the swiss army knife, sending it clattering across the floor. freya hadn’t been as surprised by the attack as she was sure some of the capitolites would be watching from their screens. after all, it was cassia she had worked with at the hand to hand station -- and she had demonstrated her own experience with the skill. one that freya had never had to use before.

she took a steadying breath and got up to her feet, unsure what to do now that she was without a weapon. she could feel a bruise blooming in the same place that nova had hit her the day before and her wrist seared with pain where cassia had kicked her. “just let this be over.” her voice was guttural and she lunged at the other girl again, hoping to use her hands for something useful.

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panemsflower‌:

Cassia wanted to survive too. She wanted to go back to their little plant store, eat, and just laugh with Lucky. Pixel now too, because Cassia knew her friend wasn’t going to leave her to her own devices. Not that Cassia wanted to leave her, but they were in the Hunger Games. A fact that was getting more and more real with every passing minute.

“Don’t be sorry.” Cassia told her because they all wanted to live. They were all going to do what they had to do. Apparently that was going to be with only one of them leaving the store. Sure she could make a joke but why bother? She didn’t blame Freya, it was the fault of the people that put them in the arena.

What she was worried about was if Freya had any additional weapons. Cassia had her dagger tucked away, but she didn’t want to reveal that just yet. If all Freya had was that knife, she was going to have to get close to her. Well, there was plenty of debris and that was helpful. Cassia kicked some of it in Freya’s direction. It wasn’t going to do much but if she could kick up enough debris a distracted opponent was easier to take down. 

something finally snapped in freya at cassia’s response -- if it weren’t for the adrenaline she felt in that moment, she would have buckled down and cried. sobbed like she had when one of her friends from the Seam was reaped and died early in the games at such a young age, when a mine explosion killed her father’s only brother, when she felt safe still being a child that was experiencing loss.  those years had been few and they felt a lifetime away, but in that moment freya felt something in a way she thought she had forgotten.

and then she lunged. right as freya tried to rush through the debris to cassia, her fear propelling her, she felt a chunk of something solid hit her in the thigh. some piece of the ceiling must have come down in the explosion and freya was knocked off balance. she used what momentum she could to continue heading towards cassia and swiped out with the blade -- she wasn’t sure whether she hoped she hit.

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panemsflower‌:

At the sound of the falling mannequin, Cassia spun around and saw Freya standing there. Honestly, it was the last person she had wanted to find at the end of this. Well, perhaps other than that one career that had looked particular nasty. Even then, Cassia would have rolled the odds with him than take on someone that had been nice to her. They had even gotten the pretzels together.

She wished she had gotten a chance to assure Lucky they’d be fine. That she was her best friend too. Later. There was later.

Cassia looked at Freya a moment unsure of what came next. “You tried to kill us…” That was obvious, but she wasn’t sure what else to say. Did they just get this over with or…?

in that moment, freya realized that all of her actions over the past few days could be boiled down to the same emotion she felt as soon as her name was called out at the reaping: pure, unadulterated fear. she had bravado, yes, and she approached challenges with a sense of pride and determination -- she knew what she was capable of, and her capacity felt endless. until it wasn’t any more.

“i want to survive, cassia.” as if that could explain anything. explain why she killed that boy in the bloodbath in self defense, why the last thing nova saw was freya’s face when she tried to end her pain, and why she was now standing before a girl that she had nearly killed. all because she was scared and wanted to live. it was that same instinct that drove her to grip her swiss army knife tighter and step over the broken mannequin towards cassia and repeat the same words she had said to nova, “i’m sorry.”

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freya honestly wasn’t sure what she heard after the explosion -- she could tell that her ears were still picking up on sound but it was hard to listen much past the ringing. thankfully, it seemed to be subsiding. the sound of footsteps and what sounded like some combination of words indicating frustration led her to believe that at least one person had left the store. but, who was really to know?

so, freya decided that she could at least partially trust her eyesight and peaked out from behind the mannequin she was hiding behind. and saw cassia. of course, it had to be one of the few people she had talked to during training that had just almost gotten killed from a poorly-laid explosive trap. and now that there were so few of them left, freya knew that only one of them would be leaving this store.

and that was when the mannequin collapsed into itself and left freya standing, completely unprotected, staring at her most recent barrier between her and survival.

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itsluckyv‌:

pixel-del‌:

panemsflower‌:

Cassia had hardly set her sleeping bag down when a resounding boom rang out across the store. A boom that sent her flying forward in a mess of limbs, debris, and dust. There wasn’t even a moment to process what had happened before it was over. Well, other than the horrible buzzing noise that was still ringing in her ears and head.

“Ow,” Cassia muttered as she tried to sit up after the explosion. She could move her toes and fingers, so nothing was probably broken. It was hard to tell between the fresh lacerations, bruises, and scrapes that were scattered across her body. Her head hurt too from whatever had collided with it.

“Lucky?” Cassia called out softly still trying to orient herself. Her friend had to be okay, she had to. “Pixel…?”

In her fog, her brain told her she needed to be on the look out for the trap setter, but her conscious thought hadn’t caught up to that thought yet.

@pixel-del

When the explosion happened, Pixel fell forward onto the ground. Perhaps it was actually from the force of the trap, or perhaps she was just playing up any kind of incident that happened to her at this point. By now she wasn’t quite sure where the line was anymore.

Pixel coughed up debris after the explosive went off, hacking up dust that she’d inhaled and wiping stuff from her eyes. 

“I’m… I’m okay,” Pixel said weakly, then she paused and thought for a second. Clearly this was headed for a fight. There was no way Lucky and Cassia were going to just let this girl from Twelve go after the explosion. She was a risk to all of them. But if this girl managed to kill the two of them, that meant Pixel wouldn’t have to. And if she didn’t, well, Pixel would still be safe in this tentative alliance for the moment. 

Pixel tried to pull herself to her feet, then dropped dramatically back onto the ground. “My ankle. I think… I think I injured it more. I’ll just be in your way. Let me watch over the food and stuff, I’ll take it outside, by the railing. I’ll be waiting when you’re done.”

She slowly pulled herself up onto her feet, grasping at the wall to keep herself steady. “You’ll be fine, guys. And… thank you. For taking me in.”

@itsluckyv

Lucky’s feet left the ground as the force of the blast threw her forwards. Her hands went out to catch the brunt of the impact as she fell back towards the ground, tossing her bag of hot food away in the process. 

She took a moment to brush the dust from them onto her jacket. They were skinned and sore, but she’d had worse.

“Thanks, Pixie. You’re a real star.” She looked around for her food, picking the paper bag up and holding it out to her. “Keep this safe. I’ve been lookin’ forward to it.”

She took her swiss army knife out of her fanny-pack, flicking through to the blade before looking up at Cassia and smiling. “Guess we have a fight to handle?”

Turning to face the rest of the shop, Lucky took a deep breath before calling out, “I don’t know who you are, but I’m comin’ for ya!”

@freyamessere​

freya was surprised when she heard sounds of distress after the explosion -- guess it wasn’t so worthless after all. or maybe the grunts and hushed talking were just effects of the ringing in her ears from the explosion -- and a bit of shrapnel that might have caused warm blood to run down her temple. but she thought she would be in the clear. after all no one had made a move further into the store and who would want to chase down an explosion?

until she heard a voice shout a threat. great. freya stayed in her crouched position with her swiss army knife blade out and waited for the other tributes to find their way further into the store. thankfully, some of the mannequins had tipped over and clothes were strewn about so freya wasn’t left standing completely exposed. but, quietly hiding was never her strong-suit. 

a slew of curses flooded freya’s mind and she knew she had just royally fucked up.

@panemsflower​

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itsluckyv‌:

pixel-del‌:

panemsflower‌:

Cassia had no intention of lingering around the food court. Past experience told her that these feasts were meant to get tributes together and create fights, fights Cassia wanted nothing to do with. Eventually they were going to have to worry about the other tributes, but not right now.

“Coming!” She told Lucky as she took one last glance around before dashing into the feast, grabbing the first bag her hand landed on. It hopefully had something good in it, but Cassia wasn’t worried about that right now. Later they could see what was in their bags.

Taking one last look around, Cassia didn’t see anyone so it was time for them to go. “Lets get out of here!”

@pixel-del​

Pixel had the cold drink in one hand and a warm bag of food in the other as quickly as she could, and though she still didn’t see anyone nearby (had everyone broken their ankles?), she was anxious to get out of the premises. 

“Right behind you,” Pixel breathed as she ran on her sore leg, wincing with each step she took but just barely managing to keep up with the taller girls. 

As the three of them dashed away from the Cornucopia, Pixel gestured around to an open shop that faced the central theme park; it had a walkway with a railing immediately out front for anyone to be able to see out over the multi-story atrium. Which meant no stores across from them, and fewer places for any possible hunters to hide. 

“Over there!” Pixel gasped, making her way towards the store. “We can rest inside.” 

Lucky hesitated for a second before going for what she decided was the most promising-looking bag. “If you aren’t full of chicken, I will scream,” she mumbled as she spun around and ran to catch up with Cassia, glancing over her shoulder just once to make sure Pixel was coming.

“I see it!” She reached it first, standing in the doorway and waiting for the other girls to catch up before she ventured any further.

@freyamessere

freya had done her best to create a trap out of the explosive she had been sent the night before -- despite having little to no experience actually working with explosives. surely, she figured, watching people transport it deeper into the mines was enough to understand how to build a basic trap.

oh, how she was wrong.

the girl from twelve had been doing her best to rest and gather her supplies when she looked up and heard footsteps shuffling into the store. she pulled the shoelaces she had tied together to drop the delicate explosive to the ground. unfortunately, it seemed the three other tributes had not only already safely made it inside the store when the explosive dropped -- but it also missed its target and did little more than send shrapnel flying out through the main entrance. whoever was walking around definitely heard a resounding boom.

“shit,” freya muttered and tried to get her hands on something, anything. she couldn’t hide now considering she had tried and failed to kill them all with the loudest version of a trap known to man.

@panemsflower​

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castanheirx‌:

“neither do i if i’m being honest.” and so they left it at that. neither of them had done things they were proud of and had their own horror stories to tell. somewhere in the capitol people were placing bets on when leon was going to strike and kill freya, and no doubt the same thing was happening over the districts too - but little did they know that this was probably going to be leon’s last good moment in the arena. it was only a matter of time before he ran into ronni, and he’d rather get it over and done with. the small ball of knotted tension in his chest started to rise again as the reality of his situation settled in again.

“it sure does.” as leon finished off the last of his vegetable spring rolls he continued down the dreaded path that this moment of peace could not, and would not last forever. better to disrupt it before he got too comfortable right? “this has been nice freya but i’m going to go.” he gathered up his things and went to go, “hopefully, or at least, if we’re lucky i won’t see you again.” he didn’t say it to sound mean, it was genuine. if he came across her again, he doubted many of them would be left and they would be at a point where they would have to fight. 

he had been honest when he said he didn’t want to do it, and if he was ever forced into the situation he didn’t really want to think about what he would do. so instead, he ignored it and hoped she would die before he ever had to consider the possibility. as he turned to walk off he remembered the last remaining fortune cookie in his bag. taking it out of his fanny pack, he threw it in freya’s direction. “oh i almost forgot, i hope it gives you a good fortune.”

freya popped the rest of the egg roll into her mouth and made the mistake of following it quickly with a piece of dried fruit. she wished she could say she was surprised by leon’s words and departure, but they had both had their few moments of calm and pretending like they weren’t in the arena about to die. and now those moments were at an end. “i wish i could say the same, but i guess it’s been alright,” and freya actually gave him a small smile. against her own will, of course. “hope i don’t end up on the wrong end of your bow again -- and i’d like to save my explosives for a bit more of a ... show.” god, hopefully she sounded convincing.

freya caught the fortune cookie and pocketed it. “good luck, leon,” she said at a volume loud enough for him to hear but not to draw attention. sure, he was an asshole and a complete and utter annoyance -- but he hadn’t killed her and they had actually had a pretty good chat. huh. freya hoped that if she got any closer to getting home, that leon wasn’t one of the people in her way. even though the adrenaline had worn off, freya still wanted to survive. desperately. 

and so, she gathered her belongings and took leon’s idea for an explosion-based trap and tried her damndest to actually make one that worked. hopefully it would get her through another day.

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castanheirx‌:

leon knew that josiah would want nothing more than for him to talk about him in great detail for the rest of panem to hear, and right now, this wasn’t about him so if by some miracle he died in the arena he could only imagine how much josiah would love to paint himself as the boyfriend of a recently deceased tribute. “i mean, if you want the details i can give them to you. but you’ll probably wish i never told you.” 

fast was definitely a way to describe it, in some way leon felt as though the career pack was already in a downhill spiral, and calix’s death was just catalyst that accelerated it. “it did, i bet it made great television.” all three careers died in a rather spectacular fashion. knowing the capitol, they were probably still talking about it. “i think at first they might have thought you were gonna be number six, but i think now they’re probably wondering what’s going on between us.” 

it wasn’t that careers never allied or were friendly with outliers, it had been proven time and time again that they made great allies, but with the games so close to come to an end, it was becoming every man for themselves and their pairing was making less and less sense as the minutes went by.. “they’re probably going to send mutts after us if we don’t start entertaining them. do you think a high five will suffice?”

freya had enough of her own bloody details, she was sure she didn’t want to hear leon’s. even that fleeting thought centered around the experiences of the past thirty-six hours were almost too much -- so she decided to continue living with those visuals shoved into a small corner of her mind. “i think i’ll pass -- not sure i need any more nightmare fuel.” surprisingly, freya’s sleep had been uninterrupted by her time in the arena, but she was sure once her body wasn’t running purely on survival the memories would creep back up. if she ever got that far.

“well, i hope they’re thoroughly entertained with whatever is happening now, because i really do not feeling like giving you a high five.” freya, in all of her fear turned anger, had never predicted this is how she would be responding in the arena. pushing her luck with a career and wondering why it is exactly that she was still alive. making jokes with the blood of children on her hands. something had been misshapen, perhaps beyond repair. “i honestly don’t feel like doing much of anything, right now. adrenaline wears off quick it seems.”

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-Do you know what I think? -I stopped trying to guess.

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@castanheirx

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castanheirx‌:

“if i get out of here alive, i’m going to make my stop in twelve the definition of short but sweet.” his father had said it smelled like poor people, and leon could only imagine what that meant, it wasn’t a place he looked forward to when he imagined his victory tour. looking down at his shoulders, he had forgotten that he had completely removed the sleeves of his denim jacket too. “as an archer, sleeves are restrictive okay? and go against my whole aesthetic.” if it were up to him he’d be wearing a leather jacket but the only thing he had come across in the arena so far was pleather. thinking about josiah had started to give leon a massive headache, and he waved his hand in dismissal, now freya was teasing him and he was smiling again. “he’s irrelevant, that’s all you need to know.” 

so even if this normal lasted for ten minutes he’d take it because soon enough his paranoia would be through the roof again. “this really isn’t how i thought my games would turn out.” he couldn’t even remember how he used to picture them, the only thing in his mind right now was what was, and how the reality was far more awful than he could ever comprehend. “oh don’t worry, we did but it was very short lived though. have you not seen the fallen? okay well, if we’re opening this can of worms you might as well get comfortable.” 

leon hadn’t thought about the specific events of the career fallout since the morning after it happened, he had put it to the back of his mind and bringing it up along with the imagery of the blood, the torn bits of flesh and the white hot anger that tore through leon’s body after aggie killed nike, suddenly became too much for him. he scratched the back of his head, and ignored the ever growing tightness in his chest as he spoke. “long story short calix, goldie, aggie and nike are dead. calix, aggie and nike all died within like twenty minutes of each other which was a great day for me.” he looked down at the blood that stained his kneecaps. most of it was aggie’s but some of it was nike’s too, he didn’t know for sure though whether aggie’s ended and nike’s began. 

“goldie died yesterday, and ronni and i had…” leon paused to think of the perfect word to describe how ronni and leon had left each other in the morning. it was still funny to leon, but antagonising the boy on purpose probably wasn’t going to end well. “let’s call it a disagreement. needless to say, the next time we meet, i doubt it will be on friendly terms.”

freya decided that she wasn’t going to question leon’s decision to tear off any form of sleeve -- his practical reasoning made sense enough but she knew it was more for the look than anything. how she knew that, she wasn’t sure. but spending enough time with leon made things like that seem crystal clear. “alright, we’ve established two topics of conversation that are to be avoided -- i’m running out of material here, leon.”

“i saw the fallen, i think? honestly, i haven’t really payed much attention i guess i saw their faces pop up.” still, freya was wondering what exactly had gone down that left leon on his own sharing food with an outlier. not that she was complaining, the bread and strange fried veggie (?) wrap filled her stomach faster than the pretzel she’d had however long ago and the small pieces of fruit she was snacking on. 

“well, sounds like that went downhill fast.” and, somehow, in a world where death was imminent and rewarded freya was almost proud that she had seen through the career bullshit. though she wished her being right didn’t mean four people dead -- and apparently another one soon to be. “happy to entertain with ten minutes of relative normalcy, i could use a break too. though i doubt the capitol cameras are going to love this little chat session. which, honestly, sounds great right about now.”