#bay foster

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Capitol Puppets Roleplay - Siblings - 3 of 3 : Bay and Zalia

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The Fallen.

Bay Foster

"To my parents, 

I just want to let you both know I’m very sorry.

I entered the Games with only one purpose, but I failed, and I can’t exactly find the right words to say how sorry I really am. But please, whatever you do, don’t cry over me. I’d much rather  we take this moment to be happy over the moments we shared in the past. Not with the three of us, but with the four of us. There’s several pictures in my room, I left them there the day before the reaping. Each one tells a story, each one is a joyful memory with which I die. I hope you can both enter my room and take a good look at every single one of the pictures and take a minute to relive every moment captured. So please, don’t try to bury our past the way we almost did with Zalia. I know, believe me I know, it hurts. But, if I couldn’t make the Fosters be remembered in all of Panem, then please let me die knowing that our family and that the people that loved us will always remember who we were and that they won’t forget our names. Maybe when you’re done with this letter you can place a picture of me next to Zalia on that hallway so we can always be at home watching over you. Mom. Dad. Don’t forget us, please. 

I’ll say hi to Zalia for you. I love you both so much. Please enjoy the rest of your life, and be happy. It’s all I want for you.

-Bay Foster."

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Living It Down || Bay and Talon

Sleep deprivation was one of the worst feelings Bay had experienced so far. He was overly content with the supplies he had managed to obtain. The only problem were his eyes, which continued to slowly shut. Blinking repeatedly and resorting to a variety of strange tactics, Bay pinched himself, slapped his own face, screamed, and walked in circles. So far, he was able to stay awake, but his eyes were burning. Shrugging it off, Bay took another piece of bread, and enjoyed it slowly. It seemed everything tasted a thousand times better when you were hungry. The canteen of water he held had plenty of water left for him to satisfy himself. Both items still in hand, Bay sighed, stomach content. For someone in the Hunger Games, he was living the life. Who could interrupt him now?

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Soul For Sale | Jesse, Sasha & Bay |

He was lost. The darkness was all around him and he had no way of knowing what way led where. But he didn't slow down. Pushing branches and leaves out of his way he carried on running between the tree's. He had to do something. Stopping meant giving up. It meant he would be pointless and he couldn't let that be true. "No. I won't. I can't!" Knocking another branch out of his way with the club he stumbled over another root and into a small clearing. That was when he saw her. The small sleeping figure laid on the ground. She seemed to peaceful. So quiet. But the soft rise and fall of her chest told him she was live. In the pale light he could see the dark hair and fair skin. The slight frame and the sweet smile. Kayla. She was okay! Rushing over he quietly knelt beside her, pushing a thin strand of hair from her face. Smiling to himself he tried not to be too loud. His excitement in having found her growing with each passing second. He hadn't failed. He wasn't pointless. "Kayla. It's me. I found you. We have to go, it's not safe"

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The darkness, well, darkened. Bay didn’t know what to focus on, and staring at the sleeping girl was creepy.

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|| So light ‘em up, up, up. I’m on fire. (x)

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The pain of death was all so familiar, all so real. Then her face came. The cause for his volunteering. The reason behind all his actions. 'Zalia..' He whispered before he could stop himself. Immediately, his eyes welled with tears.

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Kiss It Goodbye || Birdie, Sasha and Bay

Smirking as she walked through the forest, Birdie tossed an apple playfully back and forth between her two hands. It could be a reliable source of nourishment or something much more sinister and all she needed now was a tribute to help her figure it out. The right approach was crucial though. People were getting smarter and those who truly wanted to survive would be stupid to trust their fellow tributes. At this point, even allies were sketchy. No, Birdie had to think of a disguise. She could pass herself off as a mirage or some element created specifically for the arena. To a child who had gone more than a day without food or water, Birdie and her apples would surely be a welcome sight. With that in mind, she searched the backpack, extracted a few simple supplies and then put her arms back through the straps. She fashioned a blanket from the pack into a sort of hooded cloak and used a small supply of water to get her hair and face wet. Somewhat unhappily, she took fistfuls of dirt from the ground and rubbed them over her features, trying to look like she'd lived in this habitat for some time. "Make up tips," she murmured sarcastically to anyone in the audience who might be wondering what she was up to. "From the wealthy side of District 12." Standing upright again, she forced herself to hunch over and practice walking that way. It wasn't perfect but the point was that she nolonger looked like a tribute. In fact, she could almost pass for an old woman at first glance. That was all she needed. It wasn't long before she spotted a girl not much younger than herself who didn't seem to be in the best of health. Perfect. Making a serious effort to hide her excitement, Birdie approached slowly and spoke in a broken whisper, "You look hungry, dear..." Wondering if that was too obvious, she paused there and waited for some reaction.