champagne supernova

nova samole. eighteen years old. gazette intern.

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haliwicked:

Mira looked down at the glass of wine with a small sneer of distaste before shaking her head. “No, thank you. I prefer not to drink before the sun sets. Or the rooster crows.”

“Oh, really?” Nova said, half surprised. Well, whatever, not her problem. “I like to drink whenever I feel like it.”

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agathamoreau:

“Always,” Agatha replied, eyeing the bottle. With a raised eyebrow, she looked at the young girl in surprise. “Where’d you find something that good? Forgive me, but you don’t exactly seem the type to be picky about your alcohol.”

Nova gladly grabbed another glass to pour the wine in. At the older woman’s question, she couldn’t help but smirk a bit. Should she be honest? Probably not. “That’s a secret. Let’s just say good stuff like this is clearly hard to come by around here,” she answered instead. “I just happen to be an excellent finder.”

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glittercaulder:

When Glitter heard the girl speak, she shook her head.  “No thank you,” she told her.  She couldn’t drink, despite how much she wanted to.  However, both her tributes were still alive.  There wasn’t really anything to wallow in quite yet.

“Ok, then,” Nova said as she settled back in her chair, bringing the wine back to her. She stared at the screen, watching the arena unfold. “It’s so bright,” she murmured. The arena just seemed so childish and bright. 

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isabelleblackwood:

Isabelle pressed her lips together into a thing line as she recognised who was offering alcohol, but didn’t question it. “Pregnant.” she replied as an explanation for her refusal, before studying the girl more intently. “How are you doing Nova?”

“Oh, right,” she said as she got a better look at Isabelle. Her mom had told her about the newest Blackwood edition. “I’m doing just fine. Don’t worry; it’s been such a blast working here under the Gazette.”

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rosaline-cassidy:

Rosa didn’t want to go anywhere. She didn’t want to be seen, didn’t want to be heard, didn’t want to be around anyone. Yet, as the escort forced her out into  one of the viewing rooms- no matter how many threats were flung her way, no matter how much the woman hissed- all she could do was stare at the screen. But as the stranger help up a glass, she glared at it, shaking her head. “Not from you.”

Nova was not phased by this woman’s direct rudeness. She had been around a lot of adults like this. “Fine, your loss,” she said as she took the drink and put it to her lips. Once she was done, she looked back up at the stranger. “Although I am curious by the response. So, you’d accept a drink from anyone else?”

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cliomaximus:

“I don’t actually drink really, I mean unless it has fruit in it. I sorta learned that the hard way, am learning it the hard actually.” 

“That seems like a shame,” Nova said as she took a sip of the drink instead. “Well, more for me.”

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cora-clearwater:

“Believe it or not, no, not particularly.” She shrugged, “My job’s over.”

“Well, now you have to find something to preoccupy yourself while the Games play out,” she commented. “Are you going to sit around and draw?”

[nova-samole-blog]

“Welcome to the 110th Hunger Games,” Nova declared, sipping a glass of wine that she had taken from a Gamemaker’s room. They always seemed to have the good stuff hidden, and she had become quite handy at finding the good stuff. She figured it would help people get through the launch, herself included. She had the bottle next to her in one of the quieter viewing rooms, people coming and going occasionally. Once the next person walked through, she held up the glass. “Care for a drink?”

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cora-clearwater:

Cora didn’t really care to watch the bloodbath, after all, her job was already done. It was up to the mentors to help the tributes now. Instead, she found herself sitting in the cafeteria, which was eerily quiet, sketching a dress absentmindedly. She didn’t really notice someone else had entered until they were standing above her, and she raised her eyes to see who had joined her.

Nova didn’t have much purpose to watch the launch of the Games. Seeing what the arena was like was more than enough for her. So, she took refuge in wandering around, looking for anything else to do. She didn’t think the cafeteria would be nearly as empty as it was, and she didn’t expect to see someone in there actually sketching. Yet there Cora was. She walked up to the girl. “What, you don’t take pleasure in watching tributes fight to the death?” she asked sarcastically. 

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cliomaximus:

Clio was supposed to be taking pictures, but instead he stopped to look at the Games, smiling, he instantly recognized it as Candyland. “Oh I love this game! Candyland, we play it all the time at my house, well not all the time only on Family Game Night.” 

Nova was in a chair, twirling a pen in her hand as she stared at the screen. “Candyland. How totally inappropriate,” she commented dryly. “Yet totally appropriate for the sick twisted minds that create these arenas.”

[janescrazy]

Guess he forgot to tell the little part about me kicking him in the groin and climbing out the window.

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chip-foster:

Feisty was a kinder descriptor than he was used to, if he was being honest. Hearing her statement, his eyes flickered to her again before he looked away once more, making sure he hadn’t scrolled too much on the text document. “Uh, well…” Was she another tribute? What did it matter if he showed her some computer skills? It wasn’t as if they were helpful at all in the arena, or else he wouldn’t have already picked out the kind of wood he wanted his casket to be made of. “Um, wh-where are you fr-rom?”

This boy looked so incredibly nervous. Maybe even scared. Was she coming off a bit too strong? She tucked her hair back as she leaned forward slightly. “I’m from here. Well, more like across town. I’m...I’m a Gazette intern,” she explained. She wasn’t exactly proud to call herself an intern of one of the places she never thought she’d end up working. “I’m not coming off too harsh, am I?”

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luzmoiral:

“I’m not a sociopath.”

“So you don’t enjoy this work then. You shouldn’t be involved in such a career. You must understand that you have hundreds of thousands hating you and what you stand for. How do you even cope?”

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zaraclos:

“Well, Margaret, you don’t even want to see the super secret, super cool lemonade stand? It’s not tangerine but still…”

“It’s still Nova,” she murmured. “But how is a lemonade stand super secret? Or super cool?”

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cora-clearwater:

“District One.” She nodded, “But my sister used to work here too.”

“Well, it’s nice to know I’m not the only one with family connections here,” she stated. 

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chip-foster:

“O-only secr-ret to ignor-rant,” he mumbled, hitting the backspace on the keyboard a second later with no other thought occupying his mind other than the wish he could take back what he just said. He cleared his throat awkwardly, turning to face her only to be unable to make eye contact. “I-I jus-st, it’s ver-ry c-c-complic-cated.”

Nova caught that and couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “Feisty, I see,” she murmured. She eyed the stuttering boy. Well, at least he seemed different, in a good way. “Well, I’m not a Capitolite Bimbo. I may be from the Capitol but I hold more intelligence than most my age. Plus, I like learning,” she stated. “I’m interested in what you’re doing.”

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zaraclos:

“I was playing with you. You seemed tense and I figured stealing a smile can’t hurt. It doesn’t matter. Let’s get you that tour. Who are you really, if not Margaret, then?”

“Oh. Hilarious. I’m laughing on the inside,” Nova stated dryly. “I’m Nova and I still don’t need a tour. But thanks.”