#chat:cain

[abel--evans]

“You heard about eleven?” Abel asked Cain as they stood next to each other in the queue for the bathroom. He was talking quietly, wasn’t quite as drunk as usual, he had a bit of self awareness left in him, for now at least. “Things seems to be falling apart a little in Panem, don’t they?”

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[saph-wolf]

“Can you move your head?” Sapphire asked through gritted teeth, because all she could see was blonde hair moving from side to side, blocking her view as she did her best to hide in the back of the viewing room as it filled. “Or just sit somewhere else entirely?”

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[abel-evans]

“Cain” Abel called from the corner. It always baffled him a bit that Cain had to come to these events, being a child and all, he couldn’t even drink to help get him through the night. He reminded Abel of himself back when he’d just won though, and he felt a nagging feeling to protect him in some way, protect his innocence in a way Abel’s was never. “C’mere mate, how’s your night going?”

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[dale-winter]

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“C’mere kid” Dale said, nodding to the chair next to him, the games playing out in the background. He was in a suspiciously good mood, it must have been all the death. “Besides your two—” he said then, nodding to the screen. “Who’s your money on?”

[abel--evans]

Abel was doing what he usually did when the world felt like it was falling apart around him. Pretending it wasn't happening. Easy, when you mix some whiskey with some pills and you find someone like Cain Gunn to indulge you.

They were in a club where it was much too dark, the music was way too loud, and the smoke machine seemed to be on the same kind of drugs Abel was. "This is fuckin' crazy-- I feel like my eyes are going to fall out of my face" he shouted into Cain's ear before he continued to bounce to whatever beat was pulsing through the walls.

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[abel--evans]

“What are the odds man?” Abel laughed, talking about himself, and his shitty fucking odds at that, the odds that lead him to be reaped for the arena a second time. He was laughing now, only because he’d numbed his actual feelings with way too much whiskey and finally found himself ready to wander the halls. “Mav beat you to volunteer too, it’s like some sort of sick reunion” he laughed again, swaying from side to side.

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[abel--evans]

The initial panic had subsided, mostly because Abel had been drowning it in whiskey and hadn't even watched a second of the launch or bloodbath as he hid away in the almost empty tower bar. The cages were too much to handle, and he knew whether he watched or not, his tributes would succumb to whatever faith was meant for them, so he gave it a miss.

"I'm thinkin-- I might have a cocktail, would you like one?" he asked Cain, didn't even really know if the kid was old enough to drink, but he always preferred having a partner in crime if he could.

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[jade-byrd]

“Can I go take a shower?” Ezra asked, although it wasn’t really a question, more of a demand. “Or will somebody follow me in there too?” He continued, because it had been exhausting, having someone on his heels for the whole day, he hadn’t had a single minute to be alone with his thoughts, to really digest what he’d done, what this meant for him really.

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