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Day After the Tea Party, Outside the Training Center (@deezeeashfrost)

The Training Center is crawling with Peacekeepers. They’re there, around every corner, and it’s hard for Hudson to not shrink away when they see them, like they aren’t halfway afraid that they know everything already, that they can look at them and just tell.

The biggest cluster of them is outside of the Training Center, and Hudson isn’t sure if that’s because of the Tributes inside or because DeeZee’s there, too.

They’ve been meaning to talk to him. They’ve been meaning to patch things up with Gage. Now the Games are here and it’s almost too late for both of those things and it’s their fault because they wasted so much time, because things with their family always felt hopeless and so the Games felt doubly hopeless and so they waited and they buried their head in the sand and hoped that something would happen, that they would suddenly know what to do—

But the Games are here, and they still don’t. If they think back to the dry-eyed goodbyes with their family in the District 12 Justice Building, they can’t remember what Gage said to them, what he thought his last words to Hudson would be. All too soon, they’re going to have to say something to Gage that could be the last words they ever say to him. How do they even begin to figure out what those will be?

And despite their audience, despite the fact that DeeZee’s always been one of the kind of Victors that Hudson’s intimidated by, the kind that they can’t imagine seeing much value in them, it’s easier to find words to say to him: “Do you have a moment? I wanted to—I wanted to say thank you. For what you’ve done for Gage.”

#deezee.#deezee001 #ch6.

right after an all faculty meeting, lunch, tuesday before school starts ( @thefaqulty. )

Deezee’s always hated these meetings they’re forced into every year, a laundry list of things that they’re not allowed to do, more rules to follow and to force the teenagers to follow, no more help with any of it, and usually an even smaller budget than before, if that’s even possible. It pisses him off and makes him feel like it’s more and more likely he’ll end up getting fired for something he says or does in his classes by the day. Which he wouldn’t really care about, for his own well being, but he doesn’t like to think about the idea of someone coming in and taking his spot who might not be as radical in their ideas as him. The kids need to be learning the reality of things, and as much as he never really planned to end up a teacher, it kind of feels important to stay one.

So he’s fucking annoyed, as expected, and he’s ready to go on a rant, as he leaves the auditorium with Pista. He does have enough self-control to at least wait until they’re a little bit off from the groups of teachers crowding around having their own discussions before heading their separate ways for lunch before reconvening again later, before he actually starts chewing Pista’s ear off with his ranting, and that’s gotta count for something in his mind.

“It just gets worse every year. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if we have no freedom at all over what we do in our classes in the next few years, and like zero fuckin’ dollars to do it with,” he says shaking his head. He’s not leading them anywhere in particular except for out since the school never offers more than some snacks when it’s just faculty in, the cafeteria not actually selling any food until students are back and classes start, despite how he’s tried to convince his uncle to convince the administration otherwise. “I gotta get out of here for a bit, you bring your lunch today?”

#( deezee. )#( pista. )#( deezee & pista 001. )

task one // POP QUIZ: DEEZEE ASHFROST

△ What have you been busying yourself with over the break?

“Well, the world is a mess, so I’ve been doing a lot of protesting and organizing, trying to force some real change, whether people are ready for it or not. Keep up the hope by fighting, you know how it is. But I’ve had some good fun, too, of course. Plenty of dragging Clearmark out of the shop, forcing him to have some fun with me, kicking his ass in Street Fighter. Lots of farm work for my parents. Doesn’t matter if I’m down an arm, doesn’t matter how old I get, I still get pulled back over there to do chores with my brothers in the summer. They’re lucky I like them so much.”

□ What did you miss the most while you were away from school?

“Molding young minds, what else? I’ve missed getting out there and teaching them the truth, because we need that as much as they do. These kids are the future, and with the way things are going now, we’re leaving them a shi–– crappy future to deal with, so anything I can do to get them ready to be better than we’ve been, and shout loud enough for all the old idiots to actually start changing before it’s too late is worth it.”

◇ Do you have any new school year resolutions? What are they?

“I’m gonna try not to curse in class anymore. Can’t really afford any more parental complaints being sent to Coin, so really gotta actually mean it this year. It’s bad enough that my little brother snitches to our parents about it; I’ll never live it down if I get fired because I can’t stop swearing when I’m teaching. Nothing I can do about the way some parents keep complaining about my classes being too political, though. No cursing is the best I can promise this year, and that’s a shaky promise, let’s be real.”

#( deezee. )#( tasks. )#this man def gets complained about constantly lbr

after the hijacking, district ten’s train car ( @ashfrost. )

The decision to step away from things for a moment to try to rid themself of some of their nervous energy was the right one for a multitude of reasons. Making note of where each control panel lives, where surveillance is tucked away in corners, hidden to eyes that don’t know what to search for. There’s more potential here than they thought, now that they’ve talked through things with several people over, a fuller plan in place. Plenty of places that they can hack from, if need be, and dozens of ways to collect supplies, for more...electrical weapons, if need be. It’s productive on several counts, but it’s making them itch to begin, especially as they near the end of the train.

Silver risks pausing at one of the panels in the corridor, no one around, even if they’re acutely aware it’s possible they’re being watched. For not the first time in the past few weeks, they’re glad for the excuse of much of the Capitol thinking them not all there, to explain away wandering around, taking note, stopping at tech panels to simply look. They’re about to try their hand at breaking through the ID lock, when they hear a crash, followed by another, accompanied with rather alarming shouts. Which makes them panic, considering they don’t know where Blythe is right now, if things may have started.

Following the noise, though, instead they find Deezee wrecking her compartment to pieces. They let out a sigh, covered by the noise she’s making, cross their arms over their chest, notebook still in hand. “You know, if you want to do something productive with that energy, Blythe’s hobbling around here somewhere looking for an axe,” Silver says loudly, voice flat, some of the panic dissipating in favor of annoyance, not planning to stick around.