remington

district seven escort // cat mom

[remywinslow]

glittercaulder‌:

It was a strange sensation, to be praised for her Games.  The actions she made over twenty years ago were burned into her memory like some awful, yet vivid, dream.  She could never forget what happened, no matter how hard she tried.  “Just take a couple deep breaths,” she told Remy.  Glitter wasn’t great at dealing with other people’s feelings, but she spent enough time married to River to get the gist of calming people down.

Carefully, Glitter reached out to take Remy’s hand.  “Remy,” she started.  “I handle everything every year because I have to,” she told her.  “I handled my arena because I had to.  If I took the time to stop and process everything that happened…I wouldn’t be me anymore.  I wouldn’t be able to handle it.  It takes a lot of work to glue yourself back together, but I’ve gotten good at hiding the cracks.”

Remy nodded, closing her eyes to try and focus on her breath. She never lost control of herself like this, but she did feel everything so deeply that it didn’t surprise her that she’d felt every second of re-watching Glitter’s games as if she were living them herself. She exhaled once more and smoothed out her dress, delicately dabbing at the tears pooling in her eyes. 

She squeezed Glitter’s hand in reply when she took it in hers. She took the time to listen, trying to continue to understand the complex woman beside her. “It’s brave,” Remy insisted. “It’s brave to keep going when things are difficult, even if it doesn’t feel like it is.” She shifted automatically closer to Glitter and rested her head on the older woman’s shoulder, sighing audibly. “I hope it’s okay that I watched those,” she added quietly. “I just wanted to know.” 

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osirisantos‌:

Osiris’ physical prowess was certainly one of his weaknesses. He barely knew what most of the weapons in the training room were, let alone how to use him. He received no help in the private Capitol training room, mostly because the trainers that had been allocated to the room had given up on the Capitol tributes having a chance at winning altogether. So, he decided to make his way to the common training area, hoping he would find someone who would be able to help him.

The room was packed full of his fellow competitors, some seemingly well trained in the weapons they wielded, others looking as confused as he was. Osiris made his way over to an uninhabited station, approaching someone standing beside it, “Excuse me, but do you know how this works?”

Remy had been bustling through the training centre, keeping an eye on her tributes to report their skills to the sponsors later on. Standing next to the hologram simulator, she looked across the room at her female tribute throwing an axe before the Capitol boy approaching her caught her attention. 

“I do, actually, but not well. I’ve seen it used, but I don’t really... I don’t do the whole athletic thing.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste, but looked over at the control panel along with him. “This thing, it lets you simulate fighting with weapons. So, you can shoot arrows at these holograms, or like... hit them with... swords? I don’t know, really.” Remy admitted, smoothing out her striped skirt in front of her. 

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glittercaulder‌:

Truth be told, Glitter didn’t know how she felt about Remy having watched her Games.  It was odd and something Glitter herself had never fully done.  She knew she couldn’t face the reality of what happened.  She had enough of it in her mind at nearly all times.  Her shoulders sagged, relaxing slightly when the screen returned to the menu and Glitter no longer had to face her seventeen year old self.

“Crying like this doesn’t give me a lot of confidence that nothing is wrong,” she told her.  However, Remy’s comment caused Glitter to look down.  “I don’t think brave is the right word.  I did what I had been trained to do.  Nothing more.”  It was true.  Glitter had spent such a huge chunk of her life preparing for the Hunger Games.  Now, all she could do was try and distance herself from what happened.

Remy dried her tears, one more soft sob escaping her lips before she managed a deep, shaking breath to calm herself down. The soft music of the Games menu played, but she had no intentions of watching any more highlight reels today. Glitter’s was more than enough. 

“No, but you were,” she said eagerly, turning to look up at the mentor with wide eyes. “You were, you were so brave. And you are, even now. Handling everything every year, you’re so strong and you’re-” Remy stopped herself before she continued, wanting to catch herself from breaking down into sobs again. She buried her face in her hands, trying to calm herself down. 

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glittercaulder:

Since training began, Glitter had tried hard to focus on that and nothing else.  She didn’t want to cross paths with Hunter, but she also knew he usually wasn’t in the training room, at least not at the same time she was.  It would be too hard not to murder him with a ready supply of weapons to choose from.

Glitter had just put Tetra down for a nap and left Neptune playing with an avox on the first floor when she heard crying.  She had been passing by a row of viewing rooms on her way to the training center.  Pausing, she peeked her head in one and found Remy sobbing on the couch.

“Remy?  What’s wrong?” she asked as she moved into the room to sit with her.  She reached out and touched the young woman on the shoulder.  “Are you alright?” she asked before noticing the end of her crowning playing on the screen.  Did Remy watch her Games?

Remy nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Glitter’s voice behind her, still disoriented from how deeply engrossed she was in the Games on the screen in front of her. “Oh, I’m fine, I’m-” Remy tried to stand up, forcing a smile onto her face, but when she turned and saw Glitter’s face, she just started crying again. Everything was just rushing back, everything she’d just watched.  

“I’m alright, I’m- nothing is wrong,” Remy cried, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. The anthem blared out as the onscreen Glitter stood with her crown, the footage fading out to the menu of Games again. Remy looked up at the screen, taking a relieved breath. “You were so brave, Glitter,” Remy bawled, looking back up to the woman.

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Remy had been putting off watching Glitter’s Games for a while. After hearing about how scared she was of cats at the ball the year before, she was curious, but didn’t do anything about it. Why bother? It wasn’t going to change things. She’d heard bits and pieces, but Glitter had won the year Remy was born. There was nothing she could do about trauma that had happened when she was literally a baby.

But then she thought about Glitter as a friend. And she couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve scared her that badly. So she found an empty viewing room, kicked her feet up with a latte, and scrolled through past Games recaps until she found the 92nd. 

An hour later, she was bawling profusely as the crown was placed on Glitter’s head. Tissues were scattered on the couch next to her. Starting with the lion, and then the injuries that almost killed her, to Silver’s demise... it was a lot. Remy didn’t even notice the door open behind her, too focused on the dramatic ending. // @glittercaulder

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vegalattimor:

Whatever Vega expected when she walked onto Seven’s floor, it wasn’t for Remy to appear with a big gift box for her.  She couldn’t really focus on what was happening. “I don’t think they’re arsonists.  I think they’re just scared and don’t want to face reality.  I can’t exactly blame them for that.”  She shrugged before carefully taking the box from her friend.  “You didn’t have to get me a present though, Remy.  You helping me out with the whole escort thing is enough of a gift.”

Regardless, Vega took the cover off the box and the kitten inside started meowing before she even saw it.  “Oh my gosh!” Vega exclaimed once she took the cover off.  “You got me a kitten?”  She took the kitten out of the box and placed the box on the ground.  “Remy I love her.  She’s so sweet.”  Vega pressed a kiss to the top of the kitten’s head.  “Thank you so much!  What should I name this little cupcake?”

“That’s a good point,” Remy nodded. “It can’t be easy, to make that transition, especially for these guys. I wonder how many of them are actually guilty, or if we have any dramatic false accusations in our midst.” They’d find out soon enough, Remy knew that, but she wanted to be prepared for if she needed to double-lock her doors at night. “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” She grinned at her friend as she opened the box, and quickly she took a picture of the sheer joy on Vega’s face.

“You’re welcome!” she laughed, watching Vega cuddle the little creature. “Well, that’s up to you. The tag is blank so she can be anything you want her to be: I’m partial to kind of fun food names or your classic old-fashioned man’s name style myself, so I’m sure I can help you if you need it.”

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olive--blackwell:

There was a hollow pit of guilt in Olive’s throat as Remy spoke. They’d hung out so little because she’d been so unreachable. For long stretches at a time she ignored texts, calls, emails. She needed the silence sometimes, but mostly she was trying to keep herself detached. “Yeah. That’s my bad,” she admitted. “On second thought, let’s sugar coat the truth a little. Exaggerate my speed a little, maybe.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Remy assured her. “I don’t blame you for needing to get away from anything Games-related sometimes.” She cracked a smile at Olive’s decision and she nodded. “Done. You could also have been saving a band of orphaned ducklings, just say the word.” 

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skyecraiol:

Skye rolled her eyes at the woman. She was talking like this was natural part of life and not implemented by people that just wanted to lord their privilege over people. “No matter what I’ve done, whether very good or very bad, people that have been a part of my life have not liked me,” she grumbled, thinking back to how feverishly as a child she had hoped her parents would pay any attention to. “It doesn’t matter what I do, I won’t be liked. So, I can be unapologetically me.” 

“You’re right though. I could be fake and maybe get enough stuff in that Arena and maybe possibly win. Or,” Skye criticized, resting her hands on the table, “I could just be me and still maybe win. I am not stupid, despite what others may think.”

Skye bristled at the idea being “too cool for shit.” She was anything but that. Skye was just angry. She was angry at everyone around her. But, this lady - Remy - actually was talking to her. And mostly listening to her. Her anger simmered, still there, but less than before. “Remy, I’d like to set the record straight with you,” she paused, looking her in the eyes. “I am angry. That is why I am like this. But, I am not going to stop being this way just because someone says I should be.”

Remy raised one eyebrow, quizzical. “Well, then I feel bad for you,” she said honestly. “Sounds to me like you just haven’t met the right people, or perhaps that you don’t make a great first impression. But the only person who can change that is you.” 

The girl was insistent on bitterness and independence, and while waving away gifts didn’t stop Hunter Twill from winning, he also already had people in the Capitol on his side. The girl’s strategy wasn’t a bad one, but it was one that was helped by already being notorious, which she was not. “I never called you stupid,” she assured her. “But I think you’re being obtuse about how important it is to be able to trust and work with others. Namely, your team. And sponsors.” Remy sighed.

“That’s fine. Being angry is fine. But if you don’t channel it somewhere, or use that emotion productively, it rarely ends well.” 

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vegalattimor:

@remywinslow

She’d been a full fledged escort for barely any time at all and she’d already lost her tributes.  No doubt they were somewhere in the tower but how was she supposed to find them?  They didn’t even want to listen to her.  Or at least, that was what it seemed like.

Making her way to the seventh floor, Vega knew Remy could help her.  If anyone could it was her.  “Remy?” she called out when she stepped off the elevator.  “I need help.  I think I misplaced my tributes.”

After helping her tributes settle in, Remy had been putting the finishing touches on her gift for Vega. She’d chosen the kitten a few days prior, and had just brought her back to the Tower after finishing the Reaping duties. Those never got easier. The box, with holes punched in it already, rested on her desk while she fastened a bright pink bow to the kitten’s matching pink collar. There was a little gold tag on it, ready to be engraved when Vega chose a name. 

Hearing Vega’s voice, Remy panicked a little, picking up the small calico kitten and fixing the bow tied to its collar. “Okay, we’re going to do this now, because I don’t trust that you’ll stay out of sight from your new mama,” Remy said to the kitten seriously. “Do not fuck this up for us, okay?” The kitten mewed quietly as Remy placed it into the box, lightly resting the lid on top. 

Stepping into the suite with the gift in her hands, she smiled as she greeted Vega. “Well, you won’t find them here,” she teased. “Let’s just hope they aren’t arsonists, and won’t set the entire Tower on fire before we find them.” She adjusted the box, feeling the kitten move around a little inside. “I know your tributes are probably the more pressing issue, and I’ll help you, but I actually was about to just come find you. To give you this!” She held the box out with a goofy grin on her face. “Happy first-day-of-escorting!”

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olive--blackwell:

“Rem, I live twelve blocks north of here. No need to go pining for me.” She pressed an ice pack, wrapped in paper towels to the gash along her forehead. Even the sting couldn’t keep the smile off her face though. She’d gotten very lucky to have an escort like Remy. Any other guy or gal would have been ushering her about on a strict schedule and groaning at her frequently sour moods. “Just tell the leeches the truth. My driving skills remain as abysmal as ever. There will be plenty of opportunities to play with them later.”

“I know, but I always want you focusing on school. And also, we didn’t hang out as much as we should over the break,” she added with a mock pout. “And I had so many cute fall outfits that were even cuter in person. What a shame.” She smiled. “Got it. I’ve been in a ‘slack off a little bit for the sake of having a good time’ mood lately. You know, the Remy Winslow version, which means sloppy planner pages and arriving on time instead of five minutes early. So what the heck, I’m down to play with the press later.”

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olive--blackwell:

“I’m fine!” She threw up her hands, signaling to the person in front of her not to come closer or touch. On her ride from her apartment to the tribute tower she’d taken one turn to sharp on her motorcycle and the wheels had gone out from under her. The cut along her forehead was still bleeding (if only slightly) and it throbbed in tune with her heartbeat, but she didn’t feel faint or dizzy. “I just took a little tumble off the Pig is all.”

Remy went from a shocked, wide-eyed picture of concern to poorly stifling her laughter at the idea of Olive toppling off of her motorcycle. “Have I told you how much I missed you? Because I don’t know how I could put it into words.” Remy shook her head, still giggling.  “Now, the real question. Do we want to tell any curious media members what actually happened, or would you rather make up some kind of bear attack or altercation, just to have a little fun?”

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skyecraiol:

“I think I have the privilege to be whatever I want considering the lot in life I’ve been given,” she retorted, glaring at the woman who had decided it was her job to try and make her feel bad. She uncrossed her feet and took them off the table, sitting straight up in the chair at the end of the table. Skye clasped her hands. “I am sure he is good at his job and he can come find me to take me to whatever dumb ritual is next in this process,” she explained through tight lips. “But I am going to sit here and enjoy the little peace I have left before I most likely die in a few days.” 

Remy raised her eyebrows. Thank fuck she didn’t have to deal with this girl. She’d have to go warn Zephyr to stay on his toes around her. “And I think that you’re in a place that’s ruled by how much people like you. And your fate rests on that just as much. Just a thought.” Remy smoothed out her cat-printed skirt and rested her hands on her hips. 

“Perhaps I can go ask your stylist to be particularly rough on the wax when they find you to get started on that dumb ritual. I could, but I won’t, because I’m not a dick. But some people in this Tower, and this is the piece of advice I’m going to give you, so listen up, are not going to be swayed once they decide that they don’t like you. I’d suggest painting on a smile and learning your yes ma’ams and your no sirs if you want a chance to go home.” Remy shrugged. “I’m Remy, I escort for Seven. And I’ll be around if you decide to drop your too cool for shit act and want advice.” 

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skyecraiol:

Being reaped sucked. Getting here sucked. Being here sucked. Skye was not a person who radiated positivity, but her whole being was angry at the hand that she had been dealt. She stalked around the lobby, only to find she didn’t want to talk to the adults around here who would just tell her to do things and to be happy she has a chance to live. 

Skye didn’t want to go upstairs and wasn’t allowed to go outside, so she opted to find some place away from everyone. She rounded the corner away from everyone and found herself a room that was empty. It was like a conference room that had a long ass table with several rollie chairs tucked in around it. 

Skye sat at the end of the conference table facing the door and put her feet up on the table. Surely no one would bother her here, so when the door creaked open she was a little defensive. 

“Why do you dare enter here?” she shouted in a booming voice. Then in a normal voice, she added: “Like, seriously dude, I was trying to get away from everyone.”

Remy was on the prowl for her tributes. Seven’s floor looked a little quiet so far, and she knew by now to give her team space to settle in before she started to approach them to keep them up to schedule. This gave her exactly the time she needed to find her elusive duo and send them down to their stylist team for fittings and probably some much-needed scrubbing of the mulch and dirt from their hair, given how many sticks she usually found in Seven’s suite. 

She knew to check every conference room, every nook and cranny in the Tower, so she wasn’t surprised to find a girl there, her feet propped on the shiny surface that made Remy’s skin crawl. She was, however, surprised when the tribute had the audacity to yell at her.

“Hey, don’t be a dick,” Remy snapped, taken aback by the tribute’s harshness. “You’re not going to be able to get away for long. Escorts have a sixth sense of finding our people, and I happen to know that Zephyr is damn good at his job.” Remy popped her hip, crossing her arms to match the defense of the younger girl. “Also, I dare enter here because I am looking for my own tributes, because if they don’t get down to the stylist bay in...” Remy checked her watch and rolled her eyes. “Ten minutes, everything’s thrown off.” 

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drakexthornley:

“Thanks a lot,” he blushed, running his hands over the suit material and glancing down at it once more. Drake wanted to look good for Proserpina, admittedly. He liked working with her much more than the bossy alternative.

“I’m doing pretty well. I wouldn’t call myself a king, but I’ve been dancing a lot more. I kind of…fell out of it before. There’s a lot more people coming to classes and it’s fun again.” Drake smiled at the thought of his new classmates and how they genuinely seemed to like him for him instead of who he was as a victor. Whoever that was. “Parties still aren’t all that fun.”

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“I’m so happy to hear that,” Remy said softly, grinning at the younger boy. “Performing kind of has a way of making everything alright even when it doesn’t feel like it is. I’m glad you’ve embraced that.” As a performer herself, or at the very least a former one, Remy was thankful that Drake had found something other than mentoring to fill his time. “They’re what you make of them,” Remy agreed. “But they’re not too bad. Stick with good people and you’ll survive,” she added. 

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vegalattimor:

Vega beamed when Remy spoke.  “Is it?  I’ve been in training for a year,” she told her.  She didn’t really know how long it usually took to become a full fledged escort.  “I’m really excited though.  A real job and I’ll be eighteen by then.  Things are changing for the better.”

“It feels like it’s hardly been any time at all,” Remy smiled. “You’ve learned really fast, which is probably why you’re already so damn good at this job.” She couldn’t help but step forward to hug Vega, overwhelmingly proud of her little friend. “They truly are. I’ll still be there to help you out, you know? Even though you’re not a trainee. I’m always here for you.”

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lysettaprior:

Lysetta tilted her head, her whiskey glass hiding the smile that grew on her face as Remy went on about planners. “Believe you me, I organized my family from a very young age and there was ten of us total,” her smile faltered for a moment, silently hoping she would find the tenth member of her family soon. “And I didn’t even have proper planners, just lose sheets of papers.” Lysetta’s face lit up and she continued, “But when I got to my room there was a whole bunch of planners, stationary, calendars, you name it for me to use for my District. It was kind of incredible.” 

She made a mental note to grab Remy’s number before she left so she could plan a time for their escort coffee sesh. “You have a little family of cats? That’s so cute. I would love to come and meet them sometime.” Lysetta’s voice, almost reflexively, changed giving a little flirtacious intonation to the last line. 

Remy’s brows raised. “Then wrangling tributes is going to be a freaking piece of cake for you. There’s only two of them to remember, and last time I checked Ten didn’t have any married couples, drug problems, or tabloid disasters, so you’re probably in for a pretty chill first season, to be honest. When I first started in Seven, I had two Victors ship in almost overnight, Olive went back to school, there was suddenly a toddler around, and the Gazette was constantly in my business. I hope for your sake that all you have are two relatively calm tributes and Calliope, who is lovely and doesn’t seem to be much trouble at all.”

Pulling her phone from her purse, she happily opened up the background to show Lysetta the picture of all three cats resting on different levels of the cat tree in her apartment. “Door’s always open, cats are always present,” Remy promised, returning her smile with one of her own. “The Tower is full of dog people, I’m one of the few cat people. Hunter, I think, has a cat, but I haven’t heard anything about him lately and now I’m worried something happened to him.” Remy frowned, hoping the cat was just living in Eight and minding its own cat business.

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allegva:

The first step to learning sign was being eager to learn. It wasn’t something you could half-ass, but as she listened to the woman in front of her speak of learning, she figured that she really wanted to learn, that it wasn’t just lip service to someone who couldn’t hear the words she was speaking. “Maybe you just haven’t found a good teacher. How lucky for you that I stumbled upon you today, I happen to be the best teacher in the entirety of Panem. Although, I must warn you, it’ll mean we spend a fair amount of time together, a fair amount of time of me staring at your lips.”

“I think that’s lucky for both of us,” she agreed. “I think spending time with you and learning an entirely new language might be one of the best things to happen to me this year.” Remy giggled, running a hand through her hair awkwardly. “I’ll make sure I wear a good shade of lip stain, then. Better make sure they’re attractive to stare at.”