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[notverybrighton]

She was following the directions that the bird gave her, or at least she could have fucking sworn she was. But Wren had no clue where the fuck this temple was and she was hot and hungry. She skirted around the park where the Cornucopia was again, and kept walking until she got to a big intersection. She sighed, ready to give up and try to find food so something, when she saw someone heading her way. She ducked before realizing it was Arachne, and then stepped out and raised her hands, vial of Lumba’s blood and bird instructions in one hand, the dagger in the other.

“Do you have any idea where this fucking Temple is?”

@arachne-hagan​

[notverybrighton]

She’d put her pajamas on, but they were too soft, just like fucking everything else around the Tower, and Wren couldn’t fucking get to sleep. She just wanted to sleep, dammit. She padded out into the main room of their floor, and sat by the window, looking out at the lights of the city below her. It wasn’t her city. Wren missed her city, even if it was a shit place where no one was happy. It was hers. It was hers and her mom’s and she just wanted to go home to their shitty little apartment and drink shitty coffee and just sit next to her mom and enjoy the view. That was all she wanted. Wren turned when she heard footsteps - even though it was a city, these fancy-ass walls canceled out all the noise, and it was too fucking quiet, so of course she heard the footsteps.

“Hey,” she said with a weak wave.

@arachne-hagan​

[notverybrighton]

Wren held throwing knives in each hand. They were made to be fucking thrown but Wren figured she could use them as regular-ass knives. Arachne in front of her had a dagger. They were supposed to spar with each other, but Wren was very much aware that these weapons weren’t for fucking sparring. These blades could kill. Did she believe that Arachne would hold up her side of the deal and not kill her? Hell if she knew, but she did trust that neither of them were actually going to kill each other. Yet. 

“Are you ready?” she asked.

@arachne-hagan​

[notverybrighton]

WREN CHALLIS & ARACHNE HAGAN. DISTRICT 8.  128TH BIANNUAL HUNGER GAMES. TRIBUTE PARADE LOOK.

[notverybrighton]

@arachne-hagan​

Her escort wouldn’t shut the hell up. Wren just wanted some peace and quiet to see this shithole one last time. It was her shithole, okay? She wondered how long it would take before everyone in the city forgot her name. A week after her death? Two weeks? She was being too fucking optimistic. What a big-ass head. Wren’s name comes out of the reaping bowl and suddenly she’s all important? No. It was probably more like days. The pretty chick next to her though? Maybe a week. Week and a half. She seemed normal, popular, someone people liked to see in line for groceries or something.

“Oh my Cod,” Wren said, getting up and moving to the other side of the train. “Shut up.” 

She looked out the window. It had been traveling all day but was still clearer than the one in her and her mom’s apartment. The glass was naturally clear, she realized. Not cloudy at all. You could still see most of the skyline of her city from here. She looked at the other tribute. “Ugly-ass buildings, huh?” she asked, nodding at the view.