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Guys I change blogs like i change my underwear and this is my new blog. It says 11 followers but will only show nine so I'm not sure if to release my surprise or what... I'll get back to you.
sorry for all the random not ship related reblogs, was reblogging to the wrong blog. FORGIVE ME
Follow Goal: 10!
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10! I still have a surprise planned for 10 guys! Almost there!
“I’m assuming you didn’t bring glasses,” Cato said. Marvel shook his head. Cato took the lid off the bottle and he took a sip and made a gesture to Marvel asking if he wanted some. Marvel shrugged and Cato passed him the bottle. Marvel took a sip and Cato watched, feeling warm in side and couldn’t help but stare.
Could you ever be prepared for something like that?
Marvel and Cato ~Chloe
Together to the end... ~Chloe
It’s actually kind of sad when you think about it. Cato in the games was so consumed by them, so seduced by the violence and the killings that he simply forgot about Marvel. Marvel probably liked it too, but if you see his face, you can tell that he isn’t excited like the other three, but he’s just happy. Maybe it’s because he’s the smartest and he knows that only one person will make it out alive, or maybe it’s because he can spend his last days with Cato. He still may be a bloodthirsty career but he isn’t detached. He’s still smart and above all he still has feelings. He wants to win, and he knows he has a fair chance at doing so, but that would mean Cato’s death, so either way he loses. This isn’t exciting for him. It’s hell masked by the occasional bit of fun. The odds were never in his favour.
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Jarrod 1 - Chloe 1
I BEAT HER TO ANSWER THE QUESTION OMG YAY FOR TIMEZONES ITS EQUAL NOW
I have an idea. You should do a fight scene and like its serious but then you realise they are training back in the districts and then they like make out. Meow. You're welcome. xo
Well that sounds spiccccyyyy. I’ll put it in the cue. One of us will write it for you, although I will have to drag Chloe back. Thanks for your idea!Over & out.
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Cato stared boringly into Clove’s eyes throughout their dinner as her voice was muffled by the sounds of clanging cutlery and wine glasses meeting the table. He had only had a sip of his wine, as he didn’t want to get too tipsy because he was going to sneak into the training centre for more practice before tomorrow. “I love you, Cato,” she smiled lovingly and he didn’t doubt what she said for a second, but he really didn’t feel the way that she did. It was nice to have her there, and throughout the whole experience leading up to the games so far it was comforting to have the familiarity of her voice and her touch, but he thought of her as nothing more than a friend, and for this he truly did feel bad. “I-I’m sorry,” Cato’s eyes fell to the ground as the noise of his chair sliding away from the table cut the silence he had just formed. Tears started to form in Clove’s eyes, moist like the cut he had just formed in her heart. ‘You don’t love me?” she asked, obviously confused. “I love you more than I can put into words, Clove…” a slight pause. Clove’s omnipresent air of confidence faltered, she knew there was a ‘but’, maybe even before Cato did, “But as a friend, a very good one at that, but just a friend.” A defeated sigh escaped Cato as he dared to look her in the eyes, and instead of hurt, he saw blind fury. He now stood up on his chair, and went to turn away before Clove’s high pitched shriek cut the air. “DON’T YOU DARE COME BACK CATO HADLEY, DON’T YOU GET MY HOPES UP AGAIN AND DON’T YOU DARE SHOW YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE TO ME BEFORE I’M ALLOWED TO SINK A KNIFE INTO IT! LEAVE!” Cato hurried out of the room, looking down as he went. He felt bad, but he felt oh so relieved. He still knew though, he had the thought lingering at the back of his mind, that the worst was yet to come.
Cato did as he was told and left. He walked straight out into the small elevator room on their floor of the building, called the elevator and stepped in. He pressed the button for the training centre and he watched the doors closed. He felt himself moving fast, and in less than 3 seconds, the doors were open to the underground training centre. He stepped out, loosening his tie and undoing the button of his collar on his way towards the swords. He looked around and saw no one else down there and he heard no footsteps, but he had a feeling that he was being watched. Why should he be worried? He always felt that way. He loosened up his arms and picked up a sword. He looked around, there wasn’t much targets left, just a few mannequins. He swung it hard at one of the mannequins and its head came clean off its shoulders. It landed on the floor with a satisfying clunk. It bounced a little before it started to roll, but in between those bounces he swore he heard footsteps. He turned around and he was staring straight at the male tribute from district 1. They’d sat together at lunch but never really talked. But Cato remembered his name; Marvel.
“You look just as miserable as I feel, Cato,” Marvel laughed sarcastically, a bottle of clear alcohol in his hand. Cato’s eyes went straight to the bottle. “Oh no. It’s not mine. Glim’s actually. Turns out we have quite different ways of relieving stressed. Hers is getting drunk, and mine, well mine is what you’re doing. But I prefer spears,” Marvel’s eyes looked cold. Cato could tell he was upset. Cato actually agreed with what he was saying. Marvel seemed very talkative, “I guess you don’t want me here. You know, seeing your strengths before the games and what not.” Marvel sat down at the chair he normally sat in when lunch was served. It was Cato’s turn to talk now, “I don’t mind. I think we’re both above that to be honest. All we’re here to do is blow off some steam. Marvel nodded as he placed the bottle of Vodka on the table. Cato felt nervous around Marvel but he couldn’t tell why. He just kept staring at his eyes, but for once he didn’t feel threatened. He actually felt welcomed. “I’m assuming you didn’t bring glasses,” Cato said. Marvel shook his head. Cato took the lid off the bottle and he took a sip and made a gesture to Marvel asking if he wanted some. Marvel shrugged and Cato passed him the bottle. Marvel took a sip and Cato watched, feeling warm in side and couldn’t help but stare.
Cato felt dizzy. The remaining three quarters of the bottle as gone. Shared between the two careers. “You know, before I came down here I made the biggest mistake of what was left of my short life. I told Clove that I didn’t love her.” “Do you love her, Cato?” Marvel was a quiet, sad drunk. “In ways she doesn’t understand, Marvel.” “I understand. Do you love me, Cato?” Cato looked shocked. Was he that drunk that he was hallucinating? Did alcohol even have that effect? “I mean, I’m sorry. It’s just that you know, I’ve noticed you staring at me. I’m actually glad you haven’t noticed me staring.” Cato felt confused and he instantly turned shy. Marvel had noticed. Cato couldn’t think. Was he staring because he liked Marvel? It wasn’t impossible. He had had these feelings about other boys before, back in 2. He felt the answer slip out of his mouth before he heard it, “No. I-I’m not sure. I just. I don’t know you. But I feel like I want to.” Marvel seemed a little hurt, “At least you notice me I suppose. One of the only few people. But you know what? I think I like you Cato. I know I do. And I know it even more because now I know I’ve seen all of you. I’ve seen you hurt, and that’s a rare thing for a career to show. I’ve only just met you but I feel like I’ve known you all my life.” He stood up and picked up a spear, he threw it at he mannequin without a head. It landed straight into where its heart should be. He screamed as he released it, also releasing some emotion. He turned to walk back over to the table where he was sitting next to Cato not a moment ago. Cato was gone, and the elevator doors had just finished closing. Marvel grabbed the bottle off the table, had the last few sips, and fell to the floor crying.
Cato arrived back at the district 2 floor. He felt so confused. Why were his feelings for a stranger so strong? But still, the more he thought about the days to come, the more his feeling about Clove came through. He felt the same for her as he did for him, and one he had known for his whole life, one he had really only just properly met. His head swam as he stormed into the apartment. Clove got up off the couch and called his name. Cato didn’t notice. His vision was blurry both from alcohol and tears and he was feeling more and more dizzy. He stormed straight to the kitchen, hardly noticing the sobs coming from his mouth. He walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a glass, and he filled it with some more alcohol he found on the bench. He took the glass and he leaned against the wall. He could hear Clove’s voice somewhere far off, it sounded like she was apologising. Cato fell over but he didn’t really notice; he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He hit the floor, and his glass smashed, lacerating his hand. Blood was everywhere. Cato heard Clove’s screams. He started crying even louder. “I do love you,” he said, a pleading tone in his voice, but he wasn’t entirely sure who he was saying it to, as he finally passed out, he was a drunken crying mess, and there was blood everywhere, yet he was sure that the emotions he felt that night were stronger than anything he had felt in years.
And they were (mostly) for a stranger.
Also in regards to the fanfictions I was thinking of doing maybe some back story for marvel and Cato, like how they got so damaged and stuff, I just don't know whether they should be separate or when they should meet. OKAY JUST WHILST IM SAYING THAT I WILL SAY: ALL OUR FANFICS DON'T LINE UP LIKE SOME THEY MEET IN COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TIMES AND STUFF OKAY DON'T THINK THEY ARE STRICTLY LINKED. So send me some requests, ideas, whatever. I might post some of my own tho just for opinions. Thank you. Over & out.
I’m so sorry we haven’t been on in ages! Will be thinking of some new pics and fanfics for you guys!! And I’ll drag Jarrods ass back! Message me some ideas if you want? Don’t be shy :3 ~Chloe xx
That's right guys. She dragged me back! Hahahahaha. Love you all.
Inseperable
Cato stumbled along the path, away from where he had heard the screams. Away from where Katniss had killed her prey and taken flight. The image was still burnt into his mind. There he was, on the floor, a spear through his heart, left there without anyone to care, next to Rue who was all dressed pretty, who had people care for her. No one ever cared for the careers. Cato felt like a spear had been driven through his own heart as he removed the spear from Marvel's chest. He placed Marvel's arms neatly folded over where the hole was. His fingers reached up to Marvels face and closed his eyelids, sending him to his final sleep. Marvel was with the angels now, and that was better than the games. Cato placed his lips on Marvels forehead and then took them away. Without marvel in there with him, what was Cato besides a damaged psychopath? Now he truly had no cares. He couldn't bear to look at Marvel any longer. He was no longer able to contain it. He let out a scream as he threw the spear that was in Marvel a few moments ago, and he could only think one thing: He would not rest until Katniss was silenced, and marvel was avenged.
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Cato guessed it came down to his shock, really. His shock that any love besides his could be real. He was shocked that in that moment on the top of the cornucopia, when he had Peeta, and he could have killed him, he really felt that spark of love between the two district twelve tributes. They were strangers, thrown into a hell together, and above all, love had prevailed between them. It was a confusing moment for Cato now that he looks back on it. He was hysterical, he was crying, he was saying just one last kill. Deep in his heart he wanted to kill Katniss, but still, even deeper; he felt his love for marvel. And when he was holding Peeta, there was something about him. Cato didn't know quite what, but it reminded him of marvel, and that reminded him of how he felt. There was no way he could leave someone else feeling like that, someone nicer than him, someone not as damaged, and it seemed like he hesitated for only a second, but by the end of that second, he could feel himself falling. An arrow had pierced his hand and he had fallen backwards. Peeta had escaped and Cato had cried out. Fear. Grief. Relief. Happiness. Hopelessness. He felt it all at once. It felt like a year before he finally hit the ground.
When Cato looked up he had to laugh. He didn’t know why, because in fact all he felt like doing was lashing out. Through his watery eyes he saw something he couldn’t believe. There staring right back at him were Marvel’s eyes. He almost smiled until he heard the growl. This was one of the Capitol’s tricks, he knew it. Really, he had to admire them. It was something even Cato wouldn’t think of and it definitely did its job. Cato’s screams pierced the air as he felt fangs sink into his ankles, followed by claws up and down his legs. He was finally getting what he deserved. But he couldn’t endure this. He just couldn’t. His sword was out of reach and anyway, all the fight had drained out for him. He turned to face Katniss and did what he wanted her to do just a few moments ago. He begged for death. Cato passed as another one of the mutts climbed on top of him and sunk its claws in, but not before he could get another look at the eyes that could only be marvels. They would be together again soon. This time, forever, and no one could tear them apart.
Cato woke up and the first thing that hit him was the unbearable stinging. His skin was either damaged red raw or not there. He had a sore throat, he must have been screaming. The sun was rising and he saw Katniss on top of the gold cornucopia, which was glinting in the sunlight. She looked at him not with anger, or any hostile emotion, but rather pity. He begged her to do it, to kill him. She looked like she considered it for a moment, but Cato lost sight of her when the mutts came in for another attack. He screamed, and his screams covered the sound of the arrow as it flew towards him. He felt it land straight into his chest and the pain was almost a relief. He gasped, though, and he felt himself becoming weaker than he already was. The mutts had started retreating already. Was it that quick? The loud boom of the cannon answered that for him. He could see the sun just coming over the horizon as his head fell back. His entire vision faded to white and his body went limp. Just one last thought: finally.
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Cato got up. His entire body felt stiff. Everything was sort of faded, washed out with white, and everything looked like it sparkled. He looked down at himself. He was dressed in silky white clothing, and his skin was healed, perfect. His feet felt soft grass as he began to walk. He felt free, and full of energy, and he started running. In the distance he could make out a shadow against the sunrise, he ran towards it. No, not it, him. He could tell that much. The figure was closer now, and when Cato saw it he sped up. Marvel! Cato was sobbing as he ran. When he got to the figure, he reached out, and he felt marvel. He could touch him. Marvel simply nodded and smiled knowingly. “I knew you would show up, even if I had to wait a lifetime,” Marvel said. Cato was speechless. He hugged him with all the strength he could manage. This had to be real. Every sense was telling him it was. He looked around. This was the meadow from back in district 2. He saw a blanket on the grass just ahead of them and he grabbed Marvel’s hand and took him there. Together they sat down. Marvel laid his head on Cato’s chest, and the two watched the sunrise. Something they hadn’t been able to do in what felt like forever. Something they hadn’t been able to do ever since that simple phrase was muttered: I volunteer as tribute.
This time, nothing could separate them.
I'm so sorry we haven't been on in ages! Will be thinking of some new pics and fanfics for you guys!! And I'll drag Jarrods ass back! Message me some ideas if you want? Don't be shy :3 ~Chloe xx