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beanbabycromwell:

Bean panted as she ran down the hall, she finally got to a staircase and started running down, hoping to find somewhere to hide and patch herself up. The young woman was flustered and tripped down the stairs, groaning as she tumbled down the last step she laid on the ground staring up at the small chandelier above her.

She sat there for a moment, finally the sound of death and murder were gone, she enjoyed it before then getting up and crawling over behind a fake flower pot and tucking herself away from sight; she was in so much pain and she needed a break from it all.

Bean looked down to her blood soaked wet-suit and started to cry at all the carnage she just experienced and the fact that she almost thought about killing a pregnant woman. Her legs came up to her chest, her arms warping around her legs and pulling them closer as she took a moment.

Nora tugged the jacket tighter around herself, trying to remain quiet as the fight near the Cornucopia continued. She didn’t want to kill. She didn’t want to take part in something she fought so much against, yet here she was, thrown in the middle of it. And she had to find a way to survive.

Despite that, she followed the blood drops, soon coming up to the source of it. The girl was hiding, and it took Nora a moment to actually find her among the fake leaves of the plant. Raising her hands up in the air, Nora glanced around, making sure they were alone before she approached the girl.

“Hey,” She spoke softly, so unusual to her usual character. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m sorry I hit you. I-” She frowned a little, then, feeling horrible when she realized the other’s been crying. “-are you okay?”

#bean

beanbabycromwell:

Bean would never dream of fighting over a simple coat with one of her younger siblings back home. However if she wanted to see them or Reed she would have to fight for anything she could.

Bean felt the elbow come into contact with her face, the point of the hit coming into contact with her cheek and then her nose causing it to start bleeding. The girl was caused to real back and fall on her elbows, the jacket now in Nora’s control. The young girl from eleven wasn’t ready to give up and went to hit Nora back but she froze mid punch her eyes now on Nora’s stomach.

For such a tiny frame this girl had an oddly protruding belly, nothing much but enough to make her question her attack. Bean had grow up with found memories of her mother’s pregnancies and the birth of her siblings. The girl was conflicted and tried reasoning something like a bad celiac reaction but she couldn’t bring herself to harm the pregnant woman in front of her.

“I-I’m so sorry…”

It was such a small voice from a normally loud young lady, she held her bleeding nose and scurried up from her knees. Bean ran off past Nora, her limp evident she avoided the other tributes like the plague before running through a set of doors and then down a large spiraling staircase, blood dripping behind her.

The jacket was her, and Nora pulled it completely to herself, clutching it in her hands. It was a small victory, but she finally had something to cover herself with, and it was a good start on its own.

But before she could back away, the bleeding girl was ready to punch her. Nora flinched, ready for the impact, well aware that she wouldn’t just easily avoid it. It was all far too quick. Tet, the punch never came, and the girl’s apology threw the other woman off. What was she apologizing for? And why? Nora was the one to hurt her. Her anger suddenly deflated, and she watched,in odd defeat, as the girl turned around and ran off, in a very obvious pain.

Without wasting another moment, Nora got back up to her feet, quickly putting a jacket over her shoulders as she took off in the direction her attacker had just stumbled towards. She was only forced to stop when a knife past her cheek, cutting it lightly and drawing blood. Nora ducked, nearly falling as she avoided other tributes - and some of the dead bodies- before getting further away from Cornucopia, following the blood path towards the other tribute.

#bean

Bank 116th

Task 01. Another One: $100

Task 02. The Reaping: $0

Task 03. The Iron Throne: $100

Task 04. Skills: $100

Task 05. Break The Ice: $0

Task 06. What a Strange New Place: $100

Task 07. Horcrux: $0

Task 08. Vacation, All I Ever Wanted: $100

Task 09. Chariots: $100

Task 010. Back To School: $0

Task 011. Training Prompts: 5 x $100 = $500

Task 012. Learn Skills: $0

Task 013. Skills Presentation = $0 (For now)

Task 014. Caesar Tribute Interview: $100

Big Sponsor Funds: $1400

Participation in the AU Event: $0

115th Victor’s Ball Posts: 0 x $10 = $0

TOTAL: $2600

#ruleandtask #better late than never right #i never had the time to do the skills presentation :(

beanbabycromwell:

The district eleven tribute had been attacked by Gloria only a few short moments ago, the fallen tribute clawing at her and causing some gashes in her wet-suit however it didn’t hurt as badly as the bruised knees and wrists.

Bean didn’t really know Nora, she only knew her from brief moments around the training center and what she had seen on the televised events from the capitol such as her interview. Bean had nothing personal against the girl but she wanted that jacket.

Bean growled at the girl, still on her knees after being knocked down; she yanked at the jacket in hopes to take it “Think you can just order me around? I think not.” she said swinging her leg around to trip the girl at the other end of the coat.

Nora held the jacket’s sleeve tightly, despite the girl tugging at it. It had to look ridiculous to anyone else; two girls fighting over something so trivial. But Nora needed it. She couldn’t walk around, with her stomach exposed like that, and with a strong possibility of freezing.

“I’m not- I don’t want to hurt you.” Nora nearly hissed as the girl remained stubborn, gasping when the other swung her leg around. She tripped, hitting her knee hard, but not letting go of the jacket’s sleeve, her anger soaring up.

She didn’t want to hurt her, but she didn’t want to let others beat her down, either.

Tugging harder at the sleeve, Nora turned, getting more of the jacket towards herself, and shoved her elbow back, aiming to hit the other tribute.

#bean #it's perfect darling!

Wetsuits. Freaking wet suits. Nora nearly clawed her stylist’s eyes out when the woman squeezed her into the skin-tight piece of clothing, showing off her small bump almost straight away. Nora felt exposed, and pissed off, upset at everyone and everything.

It was the same anger that she used when they were exposed to the arena, and the counter went to a zero. But she didn’t direct it to the tributes, instead glancing over at the boy from her district. Yet, she didn’t watch any more as the fights around the cornucopia broke out. Nora dived and ducked, trying to get anything she could and avoid fighting as much as she could. She was temperamental, everyone told her that; but she was going to stick to her hate for the Games until the very end.

Pushing away all the screams, the sound of bones breaking, skin being ripped open, Nora headed towards the first thing she could see; a jacket. It was simple, but she knew it’d cover her up enough, and provide warmth in case her suit got too wet. Staying warm was the one of the important parts of survival, that was what men in Seven had taught her.

But just as she tugged at the sleeve of the jacket, the same thing happened to the other end of it. Lifting her eyes, she saw a girl, her anger so unsuitable to her kind face. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Nora said strictly, and tugged at the jacket harder. She saw the blood, the injuries on the girl. “Let go. Now.”

@beanbabycromwell

#bean #ruleandtask

carter-ford:

Carter hated answering that, almost everyone had asked him if they hadn’t seen the fight happen. “Victor Reed insulted and threatened the girl from district ten… so I punched him.” he said and then walked over to a trident and picked one up “-I don’t but I figured I can at least try and help you figure them out. Two heads are better than one right?” he said and swung it around before giving a small jab to the air.

Nora shrugged. “No idea who he is. Very kind of you to defend her.” Nora spoke. She would’ve preferred if the girl defended herself, but that was still nice of the tribute. Nora watched as he swung the trident around, already seemingly more confident. “Sometimes. Not all the time.” She argued softly, frowning a little. “It feels... weird, doesn’t it?”

#carter

joy-trovato:

“people call me ridiculous all the time. Think everything is merely an act to amend people like me.” She shrugged shaking her head. She had never understood why people couldn’t just accept other people to be positive. “Why not? It’s definitely fun and I could totally help you!”

“People are weird. Don’t take what they say seriously.” Nora shrugged. She made a face, however, at the suggestion, immediately shaking her head. “Oh no. No. Nope. I’m not putting any of it on. I’m pretty sure I have to be allergic to that nonsense.”

#joy

joy-trovato:

“I have never felt so giddy about being called ridiculous.” Joy called out being perfectly content with the situation at the moment: “Oh- make up is great.” She was quick to search for the brightest colours she could find and started to paint her face: “Let’s get freaky!”

“Not the first time you're called that/” Nora questioned the other with a slight amusement in her tone. It was odd, how quickly something so simple could make her feel better about the whole situation. Something as silly as dressing up, and thrilling like running away for a few hours, was more than she needed right now. Nora wrapped a scarf around her neck, hiding most of her face with it. “I’m not putting any of it on. “

#joy

victor-reed:

Keep reading

#reed #nsfw

#ruleandtask #nora's interview outfit

joy-trovato:

“We could also be spies.” She pouted as she decided on a large hat and a dress that was brighter than anything she had ever worn in a glittery blue. The maching heels were quickly found and she couldn’t help but giggle brightly at her imagine: “of course. Always strive for extrems.”

“I don’t think we really have the time for that.” Nora pointed out, grinning when she looked over at the young woman. “You look ridiculous. Perfect.” She said, the smile remaining on her face. “You might need makeup, though. They seem to look like freaks all out.”

#joy

carter-ford:

“The healing can take time… it should be fine in a day or two. It did just happen yesterday.” the young man told her and then went over to check the parts box, and gasped, and reached in and grabbed his whistle. He seemed rather thrilled that he got it back. He then turned back to her with a smile “Well why don’t I help you with that trident then, or at least try?”

“Who beat you up?” Nora asked, almost curious as to who managed to take a number on a tribute. Typically, those were forbidden. Despite her general grumpiness, Nora smiled a little, seeing the pure happiness ona boy’s face when he found his talisman. Yet, it was soon to disappear at his question. “How do you know how to use it?”

@victor-reed

save-kathryn:

Kathryn frowned “I’ll get to enjoy it after the games too!” She interjected “I’m going to win.” She grinned.

“Yeah, that’s the spirit, kiddo.” People were sick; but if they were to choose, they’d pick the innocent kid over Nora, and she knew that much. In a way, she sided with those people. “Until then, keep the food away from me. And eat up. You’ll need the energy.”

#kathryn

victor-reed:

“You like that?” Nora smirked lightly, playfully, loving the sound that came out of Reid’s mouth. She wasn’t even going to deny it’ she enjoyed his touches, and shying away and not being vocal about it simply wasn’t the brunette’s style.

She gasped when their positions suddenly changed, but Nora still wasn’t going to let him take the full control of the situation. Kissing him back, just as hungrily, as needy as before, to a point where she felt like she’d almost draw blood, Nora let her hands move down his body again. Her leg wrapped around Reed’s waist, bringing him closer, yet not too close as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock again. She craved for him, but she wasn’t going to let the opportunity to pass up as she worked him with her hand, not letting him to get too close.

#reed #nsfw

joy-trovato:

“Are you sure we are not? because I doubt that we are allowed to do this.” Joy chuckled already roaming through drawers of clothes: “They look so fun- we can just go completely crazy with them” Her eyes landed on the make up as well wondering just what she could do with that

“That makes us rebels, not spies.” Nora rolled her eyes, yet followed the girl, going through every drawer she could find. The Capitol’s style was ridiculous to her, but she was ready to go. She began testing clothes out, frowning every time she looked int he mirror. “You mean, crazier than they already look? You couldn’t make it look normal if you tried.” She couldn’t help but laugh.

#joy

save-kathryn:

Kathryn’s brows wrinkled in concern. She swallowed the food in her mouth before speaking again “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” Nora shrugged the girl’s concern off, taking a deep breath. She needed to pull herself together and act less suspicious. “Just eat. Enjoy as long as you can.”

#kathryn

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