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[cataschism]

@driftcd demanded: Stop being so modest about your achievements! | prompt.

Fifty-four was a bad year for the both of them and fifty-five isn’t looking any better.

Esra’s first year mentoring after he’d won, and the year that Kade’s family, for the most part, got swept out from underneath him. He’s never asked—he doesn’t want to ask—why sometimes there’s a baby’s cry on the winds between their houses in the Four Village. ❛ What achievements? ❜ Esra hisses on the way to the Capitol. He draws his knees tight to his chest, having laid his white suit jacket on the floor, making him look sweaty and overdressed now that it’s gone.

❛ You don’t have any, and I don’t, either. We won a fucked up reality show—and good! Good! Now we’re alive, and we have to live with ourselves. I can’t even—my brother doesn’t wanna talk to me—your sister is dead! What modesty is there to have? And we just have to watch ‘em be thrown into a tub to be butchered. How do you even pretend to feel good about yourself? You make me sick. ❜

Curling into his knees, he squeezes his face at a hard and crooked angle. He covers his ears with his hands, pressing his heels to his ear canals. ❛ I make myself sick. I don’t want to talk to you. ❜

[4bernathy]

are there any surprises that we can expect this year?

haymitch’s reaction is slightly delayed due to the amount of alcoholic beverages that he’s managed to consume since his arrival at the capitol, but eventually curious blue eyes flicker to the familiar face, recognizing the voice. a lopsided smile spreads across the line of his lips, ice cubes clanking inside his glass as he moves, elbow gently brushing @driftcd’s own. a light nudge. “well... every year i come here and tell myself that i’ve seen it all, and every year, the gamemakers prove me wrong.” sarcasm lacing his voice, a hint of disgust lingering right beneath the surface. “what do you think? should we expect the unexpected? any predictions?”

[tridentide]

@driftcd sent in : [ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

THE MAN HAD BEEN FOLLOWING FINNICK FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG NOW. the celebrations have lasted into the early morning -- the big party on the night before the games always do. and finnick, for all purposes, is much too drunk to do much of anything about the man with lime green hair and purple eyebrows that seems to slowly be stalking him through the back hallways of whatever rich mansion the sixteen year old has been invited to.

he had not expected to see kade. while he'd been on the train to the capitol with them this year, finnick had not seen him since the arrival to the capitol. mentorship comes for all of them, eventually, but finnick had not yet had that honor. sixteen is considered too young to "help", with the amount of victors that four has in abundance. kade drew the short stick, mags volunteered, and finnick coasted along, dressed in less and less clothing each time, at the invitation of snow himself.

finnick had been winding his way through room after room, looking for some sort of escape. he's not drunk, not entirely, but he feels like he is. there's a chance there was something slipped into the two drink limit he'd given himself. no, finnick is almost certain there was. so when he runs into kade smooth - talking some richer patrons, intent on getting at least a few sponsors for the unlucky tributes of four of the sixty - seventh games, he almost stumbles into him. finnick can play it off, at least a bit, but the would - be sponsors back off when they see how pale and sickly he looks. 

the man with lime hair rounds the corner. finnick looks his way, and back at kade. he doesn't even blink, and kade is inbetween them. " walk. away. " he says, and the man stutters, mumbles something of an excuse, and does just that. no one wants to mess with a victor, not on a night like this. unless they're sixteen, and unexpectedly drunk, and wearing some skimpy excuse of an outfit. " thank you. " finnick finally finds his voice. it breaks, and he wavers on his feet. he can feel so many unwanted eyes on him filled with pity. or was that desire ? both ? he swallows hard. finnick lowers his voice as best he can. " . . i don't feel good. "

[mvndrvke]

@driftcd : guess we're supposed to change the world.

"Coal burns hot." Wiress' gaze is far away, though, her mind already in the arena. They're not going to cancel the games. She knows there's nothing anyone can do or say that'll stop the games; Snow will make them compete until there's nothing left but one broken victor too terrified to take a stand. "Watch out for the embers. Flying around like a bee." Plutarch will try to drag Kade into this stupid rebellion-- she's sure of it. She wants to tell him to say no, but she's not sure how to wrap her odd way of speaking around a warning. She can't bring herself to say something outright that might get him hurt, or worse.

"Fire catches onto everything that gets close. Best not to use candles."

[withereth]

pitbull/ETHEL CAIN starter for @driftcd 's kade

IN   A   RARE   MOMENT   OF   TRUE   AND   TOTAL   giving   in   to   the   weight   of   the   world   ,   ana   all   but   melts   onto   the   bed   .   the   house   is   empty   ,   even   with   people   in   it   ,   because   annie   isnt   there   .   gone   to   the   capitol   ,   leaving   half   of   her   ripped   apart   back   home   .   no   one   ever   told   her   how   often   annie   would   be   gone   after   the   games   ,   each   time   as   painful   as   the   last   .

❝   i   know   you   love   her   too   ,   but   she   was   my   sister   first   .   ❞

[ashnbone-blog]

@driftcd replied to your post“driftcd replied to your post: bruh your playlist...”

DUDE,, anime vibes is so a1

i knoW RIGHT

[spoiledsovls]

@driftcd.

...

she lays back in the bed she woke up in, changing its position so that the recliner was helping her back instead of hurting it. fluffing her pillow, she sighs, putting her phone on speaker in order for him to talk to her. she looks at the needles poking through her skin, great. an iv. she loved ivs. rubbing the back of her neck, she shrugs her shoulders as if it were no big deal and acted like he could see her. 

“i always share my location with you so check that. an’ what am i in here for?” she closes her eyes, looking up at the ceiling absentmindedly. “guess y’gotta come here an’ find out, right?” now wasn’t the time for jokes, but she slipped one in once in a while to lighten up the mood somehow. “i jus’ want some good ddeokbokki an’ some fish cakes. ‘course.. milk to wash it down.” she nods. “room 523.”

[ashnbone-blog]

driftcd replied to your post: bruh your playlist tho

a g r e e d af

yall i’m gonna blush knock it off (((//: