Broken Toy

Stone Oakland, 42 year old Victor of the 87th Hunger Games. Current Mentor for the District 7. Married. Father of four. Destroyed.

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[stone-oakland]

marinaoakland:

She chuckled.  “I suppose.  How about I help you and the kids with the snowball fight?”

“We can go... girls against.. boys. Let’s... go get them.” Stone spoke excitedly, smiling at the idea of that.

[stone-oakland]

dahlia-oakland:

Dahlia held onto her father as tight as she could, finding solace there when she knew she wouldn’t find it elsewhere. While Asher had been a stable figure in her life, he wasn’t her father. He rocked her, and while it felt such a childish thing to have happen, it helped. It made her feel secure when everything felt unsure. “I didn’t want to have him during the Games,” she said. “I hoped he would’ve come out sooner than this.”

“The staff here... is good. They’ll... take care of you. When.. the times comes.” Stone spoke calmly, gently rubbing Dahlia’s back and he slowed the rocking down as her crying seemed to die down. “Besides... that means... your siblings with get to... meet their nephew soon. And... I’ll get to see my grandson.”

[stone-oakland]

marinaoakland:

“Babe, I was sixteen before I ever saw snow for the first time.”

“Soooo.... still not too old... to get into... a snowball fight.”

[thorodinson]

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[stone-oakland]

marinaoakland:

Marina smiled and nodded slightly.  “I’d like that.  I don’t think I’ve ever had a snowball fight before.”

“What?!” Stone pulled away from her with a fake gasp, letting her out of the lift once it stopped. “Never? Not once? How’s... that possible?!”

[stone-oakland]

dahlia-oakland:

Dahlia looked up at her father as he approached. She wanted to get mad at someone, but it was hard to get mad at her father when he was so much taller than she was and on top of his condition, she couldn’t even bring herself to get upset. Instead, she just cried harder and just leaned into his side, wanting his comfort. “I want Jackson out of me,” Dahlia cried to him. “He’s driving me crazy.”

He would’ve done so much to get his daughter to feel better, to make her pain and discomfort to go away. He would’ve done everything and anything to make it happen. But as she wept next to him about her unborn son, all he could do was wrap his arms around her, gently and carefully pulling her closer. “You’re almost.. there, Dahlia.” He spoke quietly, rocking her gently in hopes that it would calm her down. “And then.. when you see... him, all this will be... worth it.”

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[dahlia-oakland]

Dahlia was exhausted. She was thirty-eight weeks pregnant, still the Escort for District 7, and she was already getting bombarded with paperwork and meeting arrangements. She was completely emotional about giving birth to her son potentially in the Capitol in the middle of the Games and she had been crying on and off for the last twenty-four hours. She didn’t know who to talk to and her son was kicking her kidneys more than she’d appreciate to top it all off. 

All in all, the woman was miserable. She had gained a lot of weight and she felt self-conscious in the midst of all of these people dressed like Kings and Queens. So when she finally got her stack of paperwork for her tributes from the Gamemakers, she was only sitting in a room for about thirty minutes before she threw her pen down on the table and put her hands over her face and began to cry.

[stone-oakland]

Stone frowned as he approached his sobbing daughter, worry for her growing to enormous levels. He couldn’t stand seeing her upset, and when he didn’t know what was bothering her, it was even worse. “Dahlia... what happened?” He asked as he walked over to his daughter, observing her cautiously in case she was in pain. “Are you... okay?”

[stone-oakland]

asyoulikerosalind:

“And you won’t cut yourself?” she added cheekily, a subtle, contained smile now apparent on her face, in love with the idea of anybody making a nice gesture towards her. “I insist to help!” she jumped and knelt, too. “But it isn’t. Shouldn’t somebody tell them it isn’t?”

“Got enough...callouses not to.” Stone spoke with a light smile as he began collecting the shards, being careful nevertheless. “Just.. be careful.. okay? Wouldn’t... want you hurt.” He said, shaking his head in amusement. “Our normal is.. odd to them. It’s.. perspective.”

[stone-oakland]

marinaoakland:

“I’m sure,” she chuckled.  Snow didn’t exist in District Four.  She had never seen it until after her victory.  Even then she didn’t see it often.  “You might have to teach them how to make a snowman.  They asked me but I don’t have any clue.  I didn’t grow up with this stuff.”

“I could... teach them how to... play snowball fight.” Stone smiled at the idea of that. He had wanted his children to see bits and pieces of the way the life was in Seven, and even if it had to be done this way, so be it. “You could.. join us.”

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[stone-oakland]

marinaoakland:

Once she heard her husband speak, Marina looked up and laughed.  She hadn’t even noticed he was there.  “That’s true,” she laughed before moving to give Stone a hug.  “You should have seen how excited the kids were by the snow when we got here.”

“Honestly-” Stone spoke, smiling as he hugged his wife back, keeping her close. “-I think I was.. as excited... about snow. It’s... been a while.”

[stone-oakland]

asyoulikerosalind:

“I’ll clean it up. I promise I’ll clean it up!” she insisted noticing the look on his face and feeling bad about the mess made. “Why would they serve this and what is this worst you’re talking about, then?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Stone assured her, moving to carefully collect the shards with a napkin. “I’ll do it.. you might cut... yourself.” He spoke gently. “It’s what they... think is normal.”