District 11 - Known for its bountiful orchards, District 11âs workers spend their days among rustling fruit trees and sizeable farms
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District 11 - Known for its bountiful orchards, District 11âs workers spend their days among rustling fruit trees and sizeable farms
Lykke til. Lykke til!
fcithfuled:
â oh sorry donât worry i wouldnât actually mean anything bad by it. â pippa is quick to reassure, a smile spreading across her features. â donât be! itâs all good, and honestly if anyone tells you youâre boring itâs likely them thatâs boring. and please you should be allowed to talk about what you want to without someone saying that. itâs kind of mean. â
âthatâs a way to look at it, but iâm not sure... iâve met one woman who ignored everything i said to talk about her purple dog. if someoneâs life has a purple dog, i donât think shucking corn is nearly as exciting.â quinceâs muscles relaxed and he laughed for a moment to show it truly had no hard feelings behind it. if he was boring, he was sort of fine with it. âhow about you though; whatâs your purple dog?â
bellcdonnas:
âItâs so DIFFERENT here in the Capitol,â Isabel murmured. So used was she to District 8. Seeing the lavishness of peopleâs decor and dress⌠it was a bit of a shock to imagine someone spending so much.Â
âYeah... Back home theyâd be shocked.â Quince assumed the voice was talking to him and was quick to agree. His surroundings were new, somewhat exciting even. Back home they lived in poverty and hardly had anything to eat. But here there was just so much excess. âI think the strangest thing is how the streets look compared to it all.â
damcgcd:
a smile was spread across emmanuelleâs features as she witnessed the tribute absorbing every last detail of the capitol in. she had always cared for the children, it often hurt her to see them go into the arena, knowing quite well the chances of them coming back was very low. she had only ever met two victors of the district sheâd been styling for years now. hence why she tried to make their stay on the capitol worth it, give them an amazing last experience. âthe capitol functions in incredible ways, that is right.â she added happily.Â
âcoming from you that really must mean something.â emmanuelle was one of the nicer capitolites heâs met over these past few days, she genuinely made him smile as opposed to the others who would receive somewhat of an act. quince has been known for his sociability, but the truth was he was starting to resent the capitolâs people so when he saw someone from there it was hard to elicit a genuine smile like the one he had now. âhowâd they do it all- how do you do it all?â even with the newfound dislike for the people, the capitol made him curious. it was something he almost entirely loved.
brighteststarr:
âquince!â the smaller female spoke with a stern tone. âjesus, we are suppposed to be training and getting ready for the games.â the female continued. sheâd never expected that sheâd end up in the games with someone that she was close to. but there she was attempting to convince her closest friend back into the training room. âbecause they are spoiled, quince. they get everything they ever wanted. no one tells them no. thatâs why they are all spoiled brats who think what they do to us in the districts is completely fine. and they get all of that because they keep throwing us all into a giant arena so they can watch us suffer. none of that is fair, but we have no chance if i have to keep finding you to frag your butt back to the training center. now come on.â
upon hearing his friendâs voice, quince tensed entirely. with everything happening he had almost forgotten about training, and almost forgotten about ingridâs insistence on it. âingrid...â quince knew very well he didnât have a chance to convince her to let him have his moment, but he decided to try nonetheless. with a sigh he turned to face the other with one of those clearly-guilty smiles. âyou donât always have to train, you know? we have nine months to do that and besides, how many of us can say weâve seen the capitol this closely?â disregarding the negativity she held towards the capitol, he continued. gesturing around him. he had volunteered for this, but he didnât want to spend these last days upset. especially when he wasnât planning on coming back. âi mean itâs not fair, but it doesnât mean we canât enjoy it, right?â a beat passed. âiâll train all day tomorrow, how about that? we both deserve a break.â
fcithfuled:
â iâm viola, or violet whichever is easiest. â viola extends a hand, not one to not socialize. she always has been a fan of socializing and talking. â i donât think weâve met before, have we? i could be wrong. hope not though or thatâd be really bad of me. â
quince nodded towards the other, almost reflexively reaching out to shake hers. as confused as he was fore greetings, she had nothing to gain. but he didnât have anything to lose to socialize. and networking could give a positive outlook on his friend. when he goes the friendships he makes has to equate to something. âquince oâconner, itâs nice taâ meet you for the first time. itâs quite alright, ms. violet.âÂ
fcithfuled:
lexa hadnât noticed someone walking up to her at first because sheâd been preoccupied, an apologetic smile on her features. â oh iâm sorry i didnât even see you there. â sheâs quick to apologize. â hi there, how are you? â
âthatâs absolutely fine... iâm doing pretty good, how about yourself?â he was not good, in fact that was entirely the reason he had come up to the other. lexa, as far as he remembered her name, had been the only trainer quince had remembered so far and he was struggling in that room more than the average tribute. he was hoping for pointers.
fcithfuled:
â so tell me is that as boring as it sounds? â pippa inquires, but the look on her features shows sheâs merely kidding about. â iâm just kidding. hope you didnât think i was actually being serious, thatâd be super mean of me. â
âi-â quinceâs hands brushed his hair back, watching the otherâs face to come up with a response. a moment passed before his mouth formed an âoâ shape and a laugh began. âiâll be honest, i did worry there for a second. i had no idea, i mean personal things iâm never sure if iâm too boring... you know home isnât the most exciting, our escort told me to lighten up on comments about my free time.â
dcsirablcs:
âthat is because some of them are stars.â felix replied to the tribute. felix knew that people in the capitol lived well, especially those who were more well-off than other, like felixâs family. they had always been close the presidential family. it is why their family worked as hosts of the hunger games for quite a while. and this year was going to be felixâs first year that he helped out his sisters with hosting the games along side of them. âit takes a lot of work and a lot of people to get everything set-up that they need.âÂ
"oh really? who knew?â the male turned to face an unfamiliar voice, tilting his head before nodding as if he could understand the general concept of it. while they all looked completely foreign and strange, the concept of having a team at your fingertips for everything was nearly impossible to grasp. for reapings, he didnât have anyone save his brother at times help him with anything for them and that was just a formal occasion. still, it was another much better off financially culture that he had to respect because he didnât like bad impressions. with an easy face, quince glanced over the other before coming up with a reply. a small laugh erupted from his lips, short and sweet. âhow many people does it take you to get set up?â this was meant as a joke, but it was genuinely a curious statement.
brighteststarr:
as soon as bae put her uniform on she was stone cold serious. she had been trained well enough that when it came time for work she was completely focused. and that time had come. sheâd been standing in her post, when sheâd thought she heard someone trying to talk to her. âwhat?â
"sorry..." when quince made it to the capitol he decided he would do everything in his power to be on the peacekeepers' good side. not only would that let him have a bit more freedom, but knowing the ones from his own district has not given him the best picture so maybe protection too. some of the thoughts in his head were how not to die before his due date. one thought told him to get to know the peacekeepers in an attempt to accomplish that, so here he was... an awkward smile graced his lips and his face turned red realizing that maybe this was a little dumb. it was just too late. "i was just wondering how you were doing. how your has day been... you know, how are you?"
dcsirablcs:
the gamemaker was working on some ideas she wanted to bring up to magnus on her tablet. she heard someone in the room with her, and she quickly saved and exited out of her program. âwhat can i help you with?â she asked the tribute looking at him. âand no, i canât tell you anything about what is going to be in the area.â
âoh, man. you caught me.â quince's hands moved half-way in the air to show mock surrender as the door closed behind him. he gave off an attempted laugh before his face returned to a resting position and he moved to pull out a chair. the truth was quince was told to come talk to one of those people up there. he was never told why, so when he was pushed out to talk to a gamemaker he had to make something up on the spot. licking his lips momentarily, he spoke. "well... i don't know if it's allowed, but i've always wondered how you all do this thing- the games."
brighteststarr:
âhey.â the female spoke quietly. a small smile evident across her face, as she looked up to the male. âiâm esme, from four.â she introduced herself quietly. the female knew allies were needed, and the male had appeared to be someone who wasnât a career but could still use a weapon. the most she had for an ability was fishing. which could possibly help in the games. but she needed strength too.
stopped in his tracks, the male replied instinctively. "hey.â a small confused look graced his face as he looked down towards the other. as much as he did love meeting new people, he wasnât quite expecting it on his way to the training room. âoh...â out of habit, quince brought his hand down and wiped it across his pants to get off anything that might be on it. of course, it had nothing now that there was an easy access to bathing. he held out his hand. âquince. district eleven native at your service.â finally the male smiled back, but in the back of his mind there was a rational thought line trying to figure out why a careerâs tribute actively greeted him first. to scope out who to target early on? to- actually, that was the only thought in his head. âitâs a pleasure to meet you, esme.â
zeekdegray:
zeek didnât look up, keeping his eyes down on the street. he wasnât exactly looking to strike up conversation, especially not with any fellow tributes. he wasnât sure he had it in himself to just be friendly, to not be cold and uninviting. the boy didnât want to make any enemies, but he didnât want to make any friends either. the only thing he wanted was for everyone to forget about him, so they wouldnât be looking out for him by the time the games around. still, it would be rude to completely ignore him. âthat shade of purple should surely be outlawed,â he says. at the mention of home, he fell quiet again. zeek didnât want to think about home, his parents who he missed, his friends who he had played with. how much he wished he could be there, instead of here, where he would most likely suffer the fate of several kids before him. âi donât know, in eight we had very nice clothes. i think that probably had something to do with the fact that nearly everyone in the district worked in the factory. it didnât take a lot of effort to sneak some fabric back home,â he says, finally.
quinceâs head nodded at the color opinion before shaking his head. after his joke and his statement, there was no feedback. the silence at the mention of his home district did not go unnoticed on quince, itâs hard. this is hard. he knew that, but with nine months he knew that being so distant-so sad-would only cause more pain. when the young one responded, he didnât know what to say. so there was another moment of silence as quince pretended to continue analyzing the capitol. thinking of home hadnât been painful to him as much as it would be to some of the others and sometimes he forgot. he had everyone here and nothing really left home except a few valuables, which he was fully prepared to never see again. âi have noticed that. yâall do look really dolled up over there. i wouldnât do anything different with those skills...â the final word was emphasized, maybe in an attempt to compliment their district. that was something good right? he didnât know the social etiquette of this situation. âextra supplies is cool. back home weâre watched way too close; if we tried to sneak anything it got- it wasnât so great..." time to change the topic, looking closer his brain jumped to the first thing it could come up with. something a bit forced, but still said regardless. "but at least we know they have a good use for all the stuff we grow here. thereâs really good food.â
brighteststarr:
âquince!â the blonde called out from the common room of their floor. it was almost time for them to have dinner, and she wanted everyone to be present for that. which meant coaxing all of her tributes from their rooms, plus their mentors were to be present too. âcome on, itâs almost dinner. come be social.â
quince winced when he heard his name through what he guessed he should call his door. the woman was consistent at least, but he really wished he could ignore the positive attitude for one minute and think- or even breathe given the schedule these first few days have required. he was an optimist sure, but oneâs optimism only goes so far. with a sigh, the guy got up and put on a chipper face. âcoming.â quince grabbed his jacket and headed to the door, pausing for only a moment before going through and down the hallway. âbeing social is one of my skills, ms. lafrenia.â quinceâs arms crossed to look around for a moment before stepping out into the common room, feigning a smile. âwhatâs for dinner? somethinâ i can pronounce at least?â
dcsirablcs:
victoria crossed her arms as she listened to what quince had to say to her. the girl knew how easy it was to get lost in this place. she barely knew her way around since last time she was here it wasnât for that long. and she now found herself easily lost in this building if she wasnât paying attention to where she was going. she knew that it wouldnât be long before she knew her place around here, especially once she had been a mentor for a few years. âi wish i could help you. but i donât really know where we are either.â the brunette said honestly.
âwell, two peas in a pod... right?â quince gave a brief nod before looking over the otherâs face for a moment. it wasnât his mentor to ask for anything, it wasnât his friend to talk to, he was usually better at keeping a ball rolling, but here he was. nothing was rolling, or budging, or even moving: just silence and a standstill. and he really couldnât remember what he was going to say, he knew he had something. âwell in that case then, iâll be out of your hair. i know youâre just as lost since this is only your second year so i shouldnât really...â quince gave various hand gestures in an attempt to excuse himself before starting a turn to go. a thought occurred and he stopped, adding another short laugh in an attempt not to seem as strange as he felt he was being. âis there any chance you can pretend to know so while iâm walking i donât look like a complete stranger? company is a good coverup.â