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For the first time since she'd been crowned, she decided not to watch the bloodbath. Watching Nora die wasn't going to sit well with her and in the moment she didn't trust herself not to beat something or someone to a pulp. She went to the roof instead and lit a cigarette. Her anger glowed deep in her belly, forever burning. When someone opened the door she barely glanced at them and instead swung her legs over the side of the building.
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Reed laughed lightly before bringing his glass back to his lips āSure sounds like it to me. Donāt get why everyone is getting married and having kids lately.ā Reed always acted like he found it unappealing to settle down with one person and to have kids bur in reality he used to want to do nothing more than that but when he lost the love of his life to The Capitol he figured that settling down and having a family just wasnāt possible for him.
"Because they've forgotten," she mumbled, her grip tightening on her drink. They'd forgotten what it was to be in the games, or forgotten how many family members had been lost to the capitol's greed. She could hardly blame them though. Forgetting was a lot easier than remembering the horror. She turned sideways and looked more closely at Reed. "I didn't think any other victors came her."
Reed rolled his eyes āI know youāre old enough to drink. Not that I care.ā Reed picked up his drink and moved to the seat next to the younger victor. āOuch, not a friendly one are you?ā Reed joked āShouldnāt young victors like yourself be out having fun with friends not hiding in the corner of a small bar drinking by themselves?ā He asked raising a brow
She rolled her glass from side to side, listening to the sound of the ice clinking against the glass. When Victor sat next to her she settled back in her seat, watching him carefully. She wasn't used to people actively seeking out her company. "All my friends are spending their night with their babies," she explained. "I think I need cooler friends, to be honest."
Briar stood in front of a dummy. She had been trying to learn a weapon and throwing knives seemed her best choice. A bow and arrow seemed too big and weldy for her small body. Anything bigger and she had the disadvantage of being smaller than ninety-nine percent of the other tributes. She didnāt want to have to be too close to anyone else who might want to kill her. She picked up the piece of steel, weighing it in her hand. She took a deep breath and launched it, missing the dummy by several feet as it hit the ground and skittered to a stop just beyond the dummy. She huffed out in frustration.Ā
She was standing not too far from the district three tribute, her eyes watching in horror as her male tribute failed in the stimulation room. When the knife clattered to the ground she turned and sighed. "Move it along, three. You won't learn enough in what time you have left."
āIt obviously did.ā Nora couldnāt help but roll her eyes. She followed Olive, frowning a little as she watched the way the girl walked, only to stop when they reached the lift. She was concerned for the other, but Nora wasnāt one to talk about things like that so quickly. āWhat the hellās the Pig?ā
"My motorcycle." Olive punched the button for the elevator a little harder than she intended, and pain shot through her joints. "Maybe I can attach a little carriage for you though. Drop you off at Babies R' Us."
āOh nope, none of that,ā she dismissed, waving her finger at the young woman. āIt aināt hardly up to us how long weāre supposed to be here. I know beinā forced to be here and what its prolly done to ya is horrible, but remember that you are alive for a reason.ā
"Reason?" Olive shook her head. "Luck and killer swing, how are those for reasons? I don't much care what this place does to me. I'll make sure to burn it down on my way out."
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Reedās drinking habit was no secret, most nights and wellā¦days he just drinks in his house or bedroom when he was at the tower but some nights he just needed to get out of the house or out of the tower and after his fight with Carter tonight was one of those nights for Reed. He headed out to one of the smaller bars near the tower. Reed was finishing his fifth drink of the night when he noticed one of the fellow victors. Reed looked at her when she addressed him before lifting his drink up. āCould ask you the same thing.ā
Olive sighed, slouching down in her seat and pulling the cap of her baseball hat lower. Two victors wasn't something that went unnoticed for long. "I'm twenty-one," she said as if that explained everything. Maybe in some ways it did. When the bartender came over with a second drink she ran her pinky around the rim. "Shouldn't old victors such as yourself be asleep by now?"
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She laughed at the story, from what sheād heard of Scout she wouldāve liked the man. āStill too big for you, thatās just mean.ā
"I did better than you would have, klutz." She leaned back in her seat. "You'd probably have impaled yourself on an axe if you'd grown up in seven."
āJett was like that.ā she replied with a grin, before pausing slightly. āJett Conduit, not Tyr.ā she clarified, now that there were two Jetts she often forgot that she would sometimes need to clarify which Jett she was talking about - especially when talking about things that her son wouldnāt necessarily be able to do yet. Sheād gotten a few confused looks when sheād not bothered to clarify. āHe was never bothered by my tagging along wherever he went. Our Jett likes to take Charlie with him everywhere, even when I explain he canāt yet.ā
"Scout used to chop up little pieces of wood that were small enough for me to carry so that I could run them back for the fireplace," Olive said, a tiny smile on her face. She held her two pointer fingers up with about three inches between them. "Pieces this big, the smartass."
Pike was done being theĀ āneuroticā one. The gazette covering her made her feel awful about herself, and she wanted it to stop. She wanted to feel normal again, to feelā¦ powerful was the closest word she could think of, but it felt wrong coming out of her mouth.Ā
Pike was heading towards the training room when she heard someone call her name.
"Hey Pike!" She was just passing in the hall when she spotted the newest victor and shook her head. "Wrong way, Newb. You're about to be ambushed by about six gazette hags. They like to hang outside the training room doors." Olive had learned to always use the trainers entrance, it reduced the amount of pictures taken and the articles written about her.
āYou sure as hell sounded like one.ā Nora said, still bitter about the otherās reaction. Dropping the bag of crisps back on the desk, she frowned, not feeling all that hungry anymore. āDonāt call me that! Anyone could hear.ā She turned, then, walking for the door. āWouldnāt want to leave you wandering all by yourself. Causing all kinds of shit.ā
"It's worked fine for the past four years," Olive muttered. She took long strides, ignoring the familiar pain in her left leg. Once at the elevator, she turned about. "I don't take pregnant passengers on the Pig."
āI aināt exactly sure darlinā, but donāt think Iām hatinā on the drink now. It got me through the hardest of times, which Iām sure ya could agree with. The problem was not knowinā when to stop. Iāll take it you aināt heard ābout the heart attack I had, did ya Miss Olive?ā
"I heard something like that," she admitted. She smiled at the ground, a bitter edge to it. "I doubt it will be the drinking that does me in, though. I don't expect I'll live long enough for that to happen."
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There were nights, even during the games when her friends weren't available. Nights when Electra was with her kids and Kai with Zephyr and she felt restless. Walking the streets at this time was inviting a crowd, but she'd mastered the art of disappearing years ago. With her long hair tucked under a baseball cap and her head turned down no one would have any reason to stop her. She was just another skinny girl on the street, her body worked into muscles through years of conditioning.
She went to a little bar not far from the tribute tower and tucked herself into a corner, content to watch the antics. She'd just tapped her glass against the bar when she noticed the older victor not far from her. "Fucking great," she muttered to herself and then she lifted her head. "What are you doing here eleven?"
āOh, fuck you.ā Nora blurted out, rolling her eyes, her shock wearing off quickly. Outside, at least. Inside, she was still shocked at the news- and, even further deeper, concerned for Olive. āAnd one more fuck you for scrutinizing my condition when yourāe the last one to speak.ā
"Never said I wasn't a hypocrite." She shrugged off Nora's anger, knowing some part of herself would always be lost to those days she spent in her arena with Silver. She swung up, feeling suddenly restless. "I need some fresh air. You coming preggers?"
Hearing Oliveās statement caused Nora to stop in her tracks, her hand half lifted from the bag of crisps she had nicked. āAgain?ā She repeated, having had not expected that. It was a rare sight, a confused, thrown off Nora, yet Olive seemed to have succeeded at achieving that just well.
Fuck. Olive cursed herself out silently in her own head, using a reserve of swears she'd collected over the years by being a good listener. "Again," she repeated, her voice a whole lot steadier than she felt. "An adverb meaning another time or once more. Maybe you shouldn't have been getting drunk behind the bleachers so much Nora. You obviously needed those classes."
āThatās a problem solved for you.ā Nora said, still annoyed at Olive. She didnāt even question her as the other woman left the room. After a moment, she moved back to the cupboard, finding herself something more to snack on. It was almost a surprise to see Olive get back to the room, but her mood dropped the moment she saw the bottle. āOh, shut up. Iāll do the same thing to you when you get pregnant.ā
She growled deep in her throat, absolutely infuriarted by Nora's stubborness. She'd have made a great seventh Blackwell. She almost laughed though at Nora's comment. "That's never happening again," she said between her teeth, forgetting in a moment to drop that last word. She took a large swig from the bottle.
