#c:birch

[dreamsbornofgrain]

VICTORY TOUR -- DISTRICT 10

@birchpembrooke

“An Arabian, right?” Aspen asked Birch as he walked up beside her as she nodded to one of the horses in the field. District Nine didn’t have as many horses as Ten, but they used them to help plow the fields. Oxen were more common, but the richer families used them as a status of wealth and prestige.

Aspen knew she needed to be inside when the ceremonies started, but they had a little bit of time. It was only day three of her Tour and she was feeling worn out. District Twelve had been hard because she had known Dahlia. Now here she was in District Ten and she wasn’t sure she could handle it. All she could think of was Finley and how she had died. Aspen wasn’t sure she could handle seeing her family with out crying.

“I wanted to get my tears out in peace,” she admitted softly still watching the horses. What kind of Victor cried during their Victory Tour? It had been nearly six months and she still didn’t feel like a proper Victor.

[cambricthevictor]

Cambric had to grin as he saw his friend getting ready to leave the training center. Surely he needed to be a good friend and pass the love along via teasing. That was what friends did for each other! As a good friend, Cambric had watched every episode of the Birchelor and taken notes.

“If I confessed to you I was madly in love with you, would you agree to marry me?” Cambric asked with a laugh as he walked up to his friend. “I have been so lonely just sitting in my house pining away for our latest celebrity. I am cute, you can’t deny it?”

“Pretty please?” Cambric joked as he gave Birch his best puppy dog eyes look. “You know since the whole crowd of girls I was going to pay to come heckle you backed out at the last moment.”

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[swntiwnt]

@birchpembrooke

after his talk with celeste, jude was ready to get to the capitol already. he had decided for certain that he didn’t like trains. they should arrive soon, but since he didn’t know exactly what awaited them, he didn’t exactly know how to prepare. maybe a shower would help. but while he looked for anywhere that looked like it could have running water, his thoughts far from this train, he bumped into someone.

“sorry!” he blurted out, noticing a moment later that the person standing before him was birch, another one of the district ten mentors. “sorry sir, i was just ... looking around.”

[cambricthevictor]

Cambric knew he shouldn’t do it, which of course meant that he was bound to do it. If the Capitol didn’t want him to get up to his shenanigans, they shouldn’t make it as easy as someone delivering the wrong bag of clothes to his room. As it stood now, there was a freshly laundered Peacekeeper uniform sitting on his bed. Wouldn’t you think there would be no reason for a Victor to have one? Let alone a Victor from District Eight.

Thankfully, the uniform even fit relatively decently. It was meant to be! So once he had the uniform on and straightened, he went to see if he could find one of their hats or were they called helmets? That one Peacekeeper from Eight (the one Cambric had dubbed Mr. Bassalt because of his rather stony personality) deserved someone to mess with him for once.

It was just his luck too, he should run into Birch on his way to find said Peacekeeper. Sliding the helmet on his head, Cambric couldn’t help but march up to his friend in his new disguise. “What do you think you’re doing wandering about here?” He asked putting on his best and most stern Capitol accent. “Didn’t you see the sign...” Cambric pointed to an imaginary sign that was supposed to be on the very far side of the hallway. “...This corridor is currently closed for President Snow’s council meeting! You sir are trespassing!”

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[cambricthevictor]

"Do you see the way he’s looking at me?” Cambric ask Birch as he looked apprehensively at the horse beside him. It made him wonder if they was such a good idea, sneaking in to see the horses. Last year it had seemed like a grand thing to do, sneak past the Peacekeeper, and see the horses. He hadn’t been this close to a horse since his own tribute parade. Even then, he was sure the horse had it out for him.

Getting past the peacekeepers had been the easy part. Cambric like to think he could sweet talk his way in or out of anything. He was hoping he didn’t have to test his skills on his friend. Though he had said he would do it, so he had to do it. It was only a horse. Cambric could do this.

“Can’t you give me some...” He made a face. What did they feed horses? “Something to make him like me more. This pretty face won’t take too kindly to getting damaged if he throws me off.”

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[notasmartnyan]

Cheking if my character designs fit togethere by drawing silly doodles of them