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"We need to settle down for the night," Magnus said, and Sitka nodded.
"A new building, and one that's not rigged to kill us too much, this time, yeah?"
"I told you already, that was an accident!" Echo called back at them.
"We know," Sitka replied, "but let's try to avoid that this time. I don't think we can afford any more accidents."
YOLO: Five Times Echo Gets A Hold of Alcohol (Club Mix Edition)
Captain Cabinet, Trapped in Cabinets:
"C'mon, Morse!" I plead, batting my eyelashes at Magnus' older brother. "You can trust me! You know that you can!"
Morse sighs, appearing to already be exhausted with my cries, he runs a hand through his curly hair, playing with the glass bottle in his hand. His cheeks were red and I could tell that he'd been drinking for sometime before I'd gotten there. "Echo, do you know what Sonar would do to me if I gave you some?" his blue eyes still refusing to meet mine directly.
"I won't tell if you won't." I say before flashing him a coy smile and reaching out to grab for the bottle, he quickly pulls it back though, shaking his finger at me. Scolding me as though I'm a child that'd been naughty.
"Echo, you're young...I really shouldn't..." He takes another drink from the bottle, practically taunting me with the amber colored fluid. I can tell he's breaking, he's never really been able to hold out against me for as long as Huxley or Sonar was able to, even Magnus didn't cave as easily as he did.
Groaning I take a step forward, I can smell the booze on his breath, and it just makes me want it that much more. "I'm not that young, Mo, I'm seventeen, practically a full grown woman." I reach for the bottle once more, and he holds it up high and out of my reach, leaving me jumping and grasping at air.
He shakes his head, a smirking down at me with a knowing look. "Actually, Echo, you're sixteen. Don't try to fool someone whose invited to your birthday party this weekend." Leaning down he pokes me on the nose, before stepping back and moving around me. Taking the chance, though, I grab the bottle from him and sprint to the other side of the room.
"Well then, Mo, consider it a birthday present." I smartly remark before opening the bottle and tossing my head back to take a long drink, acting quickly so he cannot get to me in time.
"Echo!" He goes to grab for the bottle, and I move it behind me as I back up into a wall, stubbornly refusing to give it to him.
"Calm yo' tits, Mo! You won't let anything happen to me, and they won't be back until much later. Relax, just have some fun with me okay?" I hold my breath as I look into his eyes, waiting for his response.
Sighing he finally relents, a smile appearing on his face. "Fine. You win." I laugh, leaning into give him a peck on the cheek, then take another drink.
"Any surprise there, Mo? You've never been able to resist my charms." I take yet another drink before handing the bottle back to him, laughing loudly.
He chuckles, taking a step back to let me go by as he takes a drink of his own. "Don't make me regret this, Echo. Stay with me and no going outside."
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I soon find myself dancing with Morse in The Keight's backyard, a radio practically blasting the latest song to hit District 3, our bodies moving in time to the rhythmic beeps, our own drunken singing voices accompanying the distorted metallic voices. Jumping up and down together, laughing, our faces flushed. I watch as Morse brings the nearly half-empty bottle up to his lips for a drink before he moves to place it down on the table next to the now completely empty first bottle.
Grabbing me around the neck with the crook of his arm, Mo rests his cheek on my head, his laughter subsiding. "You and Magnus are getting so old." I look up at him, giving him a goofy looking grin, I had never realized that Mo was so nostalgic. "I'm getting so old."
"Yup, but we're not going anywhere, so don't you worry you old geezer." I giggle as I lean up to kiss his nose, he smiles happily nodding just before collapsing to the ground, taking me with him.
Figuring he's just passed out, I groan, clumsily moving to get out from under his arm, when I suddenly feel the other one wrap around me. Startled, I let out a squeal as I'm tightly clutched. "Oh no you don't."
Mo stands up, and with a strength that I wasn't even aware the scientist possessed, swoops me up into his arms. Running into the house he kicks open a rather large kitchen cabinet and tosses me in there. Drunkenly, I scramble to try and get out only to find that Mo's sitting on the ground in front of it, successfully trapping me. "Let me out, Morse!" I scream, pounding on the door, thankful for the fact that I'm actually really small.
"Not until you become a baby again." I hear him say, groaning through the effort of fighting to keep me in the cabinet.
Sighing, I collapse to the floor, deciding that I'd just wait it out. "No can do, Morse, the technology hasn't been invented yet." groaning I shove some of the items in the cabinet around. After a few minutes pass with no response I try the door again, still feeling his weight against it, I realize that he's actually managed to pass out in front of the door.
Kicking it the door harshly, I try to wake him up. Sadly, I have no such luck, and fall back into a wall, curling up into myself. "Fuck me."
A half a hour later I'm woken up by the sound of people out in the kitchen, footsteps soon accompanied by a woman gasping and a few male chuckles. "Oh, Morse." the woman whose voice I recognize to be Plasma, Magnus' mom, says as she nears the cabinet. "Help me with him, Huxley."
The laughter subsides slightly as I hear Plasma and Huxley move Morse away from the door, quickly, taking my opportunity, I burst out of the cabinet, my hand slipping out from under me, causing me to fall into a heap on the floor. "Echo!?" Huxley shouts.
Looking up through the mess of my hair, I giggle loudly, nodding as I flip over onto my back, unable to stop laughing. "Thanks for letting me out, guys." I slur, attempting to stand up, I fail, partly tired though mostly drunk I find myself laughing again. I see Plasma set Morse down in a chair as she motions for Huxley to get me. "Put her up in Magnus' bed, I'll make a bed for him on the floor for when he gets back home from his friend's."
Huxley comes and picks me up in his arms and I immediately rest my head against his chest. "Hey...Broxley." I laugh again, having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
The last thing I hear before I fall asleep in his arms is Huxley teasing Plasma about how he didn't know if Magnus and I could be trusted to sleep in the same room together.
5 Minutes in 5 Districts: THREE
Magnus ran through the door at quarter past six, shouting out the door, "see you tomorrow!"
He closed it to face his two older brothers, both ready for dinner already. "Who's that, your girlfriend?"
Magnus glared at Morse. "I don't have a girlfriend, you know that. It's just Echo."
Morse turned to Huxley and grinned. "You hear that? Just Echo."
Huxley rolled his eyes. "You're late, you aren't going to have enough time to get cleaned up properly before dinner. If you hurry you might just get close."
Magnus sighed, pushing past the pair - a technically brilliant programmer and a nanotechnological hardware manufacturer - towards the basin of water that served as a sink. He could never hold a candle to them, but damned if he wasn't going to try. And the first step to that was looking ready for dinner.
Slipping
Magnus says I'm losing it. That I've changed, that I'm not the same person that's been his close friend all these years. Sitka agrees, she's saying things like "you're scaring me." and "this isn't you.", not that she would know anyway we've just met. She doesn't understand, neither of them do...I had to do it. There was no other option. All of them, my hand was practically forced, they deserved it even. If anything I should be praised, for getting rid of the competition.
Magnus finds Echo
There was a flash of blond hair around the only street corner that his hiding place could see onto, and Magnus's heart leapt into his throat. Was it Echo? Being by himself was making him paranoid and overly optimistic, but this time he thought it might really be her.
He shoved the feeling of excitement away. Echo wasn't the only blond girl in the arena. Far from it. Weren't two of the Careers blond? And the girl from Ten was definitely blond. And that glimpse had been as much movement as hair. He paused to consider his options, relatively safe inside the attendant's booth of a parking garage. The risk was death, of course. The alternative was an increasing sense of desperation that would probably end up in his death anyway. It was an easy choice.
He moved quietly, opening the single door with only the very smallest of squeaks. His knife was at the ready in case it turned out that it wasn't Echo - or that Echo wasn't alone, or that she wasn't happy to see him. There were so many ways this could go wrong, he knew, but he couldn't bear it anymore. The arena made every little thing so much more instantly terrifying, always dangerous, and he needed someone else so he could remember how to breathe.
He hopped over the parking turnstile with ease, wincing at the echoing crack of his hard-soled boots hitting the pavement. Even if it was Echo around the corner, that kind of noise was likely to attract other visitors, even the muttations that he had seen prowling while he fled from the Cornucopia.
He sprinted across the street, unsuccessfully willing his boots to be quiet, and sidled up to the glass that served as the walls for the lobby of that building. He moved quickly along the windows toward the edge and peered around the corner. A block away, he could see a pair of tributes.
The girl was Echo. He was absolutely certain of it. It was his long-time friend's blonde hair, and her figure. He had chased her down through the streets of District Three at least once before, the back of her head was enough to know. The boy though...
Echo had been fond of a few of the boys during training. But District Twelve's boy was dead, his face displayed onto the pitch-black sky last night. Diamant would have been in the Career pack. Which only left Whistler, District Six. The boy beside her did seem to fill that profile - not too tall, with dark hair - and at any rate, there weren't all that many of them in here at all.
Magnus took a steadying breath and turned the corner. They seemed to have stopped for a moment, though it seemed an odd place to pause. He didn't try to soften his footfalls, though his knife was still tense in his hand. He held his head high, attention scanning for any dangers as he walked towards them.
He was at the end of the next building over when he called out softly, "Echo."
She turned to Whistler first, as if she thought he had said her name, and then spotted Magnus and turned the rest of the way, a smile lighting up her face. He smiled back, nerves and tension easing, and she beckoned him closer, a finger hovering over her lips to tell him to stay quiet. He reached the door frame where they stood, and she reached out her arms to hug him. He had never been more grateful for one of her hugs, he thought, as he relaxed for the first time since they entered the Arena.
Whistler barely spared them a second glance, focusing instead on whatever was through the set of double doors. "All clear," was all he said, after a moment.
Echo released him from the hug, smile still bright on her face. "Alright," she said, and then a moment later, "You joining us?"
Magnus nodded yes, and filed in behind Echo as she followed Whistler into the building.
Sitka, Magnus, Echo, and stairs
"The ground isn't safe," I say, looking at my new allies seriously from my perch on the first landing of the stairwell labelled 'Fire Escape'. They're both looking at me somewhat sceptically, but I know I'm right. "A couple of floors," I push, and Magnus takes the first couple of steps. I smile encouragingly, knowing that I've won, and Echo sighs and follows. I beam and turn to dart up the next two flights without stopping. I reach the top and beam down at them. It's a good feeling, exhilarating, and even though I know I should have every nerve on edge, I think I might just be a little bit happy again.
Echo: The Games, After Perennial and Caspian's deaths
"I'm so sorry...I don't know what's wrong with me!" I cry out as tears start to fall down my face. I'm covered in blood, none of it mine, and there are two more stolen tokens on my shelf. Magnus is giving me a look that I can't quite figure out. Fear? Sadness maybe? I curl up into a ball, holding myself close as I stare helplessly at a spot in the floor. "This isn't me, Magnus. This isn't real. I'm not here. I'm not here. I'm not here." I repeat this over and over as I slowly rock back and forth.
