#givcnup

[diosefm]

@givcnup​  when: sometime midday

Diose still looks as perfect as ever. She might not feel like it, but she looks just like old Diose. It’s what makes her think that her newest coping mechanism isn’t that bad. She hasn’t reach Old Griffin’s level yet. Her perfume is still masking the scent of alcohol so it must mean everything is going dandy. 

The reality is far from it. But she is not letting her exterior show how much she is hurting, how close she is from vanishing and lying on the ground for hours. 

Especially not when she spots Griffin, who unlike her, is letting the entire tower know exactly how he feels. This feels like a repeat of what happened in the train, the hours they spent drinking and wallowing in self pity given the massive failure they both went through. Her flask is empty, maybe he can help her fill it up. 

“Griffin,“ she calls out, voice hoarse thanks to all the drinking and no talking, “you wouldn’t mind an encore to what happened during the train, do you? I’m afraid my stash is running low.“

[hcllisfm]

@givcnup​  when: ha ha ha

Hollis can’t seem to mind his business. Like, ever.

He’s heard the whispers, seen the way Griffin has acted throughout the years. And usually, he keeps his distance from Twelve. Not because he does not want to be involved, but because he does not wish to cross paths with Nelly. It’s one of the few times when he chooses to be selfish. Still, he can’t ignore what else is happening around him. 

Hollis has always thought he could somehow help Griffin. Again, it’s none of his business, but he cannot bear to see the man drink himself to death. Especially not during these games. Maybe he should focus his energy on his own district, but seeing the hopelessness in everyone’s faces just makes him feel like he has to do something for everyone. Today is Griffin’s turn.

When he is sure the coast is clear, Hollis heads straight towards Griffin and hands him a bottle of his brand new creating: rice and cinnamon with a sweet touch of honey. 

“Griffin,“ he clears his throat. “I thought you’d enjoy this. No funny business, I promise. It’ won’t be a repeat of my last experiment.“

[diosefm]

@givcnup​​ when: middle of the reception where: somewhere near the bar

So, it seems like her talk with Griffin might have actually worked. Seeing him and Nelly have spent most of the evening together pleases her greatly. But, just seeing them being all smiles isn’t enough for them. Diose wants to properly know what happened between the two. Plus, Griffin and her do have to talk about other things and maybe the wedding is the perfect occasion to do so given how distracted everyone seems to be.

She makes a big effort to avoid her parents and keep either of them from stopping her on her tracks as she walks to the bar, ready to approach Griffin and coax him into having a conversation away from curious eyes. 

“She looks beautiful, doesn’t she? Her dress must be one of the best things I’ve made,“ she tells Griffin as she stands beside him.

[diosefm]

@givcnup​  before dinnertime

Diose stands in front of a mirror, a steady hand making her lipstick sharper. She knows it’s ridiculous, especially with what’s happening, but she is still a slave to the aesthetics. That and the daily ritual of applying her makeup is something that always manages to calm her down, even during an hostage situation. When she is done, she messes up her hair, trying to make it look messy as if she has been running around all day, but it just ends up looking chic. The curse of beauty.

She doesn’t know how much her little costume will help, but it makes her feel safer. While she may not trust the Capitol anymore, that does not mean she believes in the rebels. The announcement is still in her head. They made no mention of the Capitolites on board, so she needs to be careful. Diose is in the middle of adjusting her belt so even with the overalls she can still look like she has a waist when she hears the door open. Turning around, she sneers when she sees who it is.

“Can’t you see the room is occupied? The bar is on the other side of the train.“

[blythefm]

@silverostro​ / @givcnup​​ when: early into the evening, first order of business, folks! where: war room, aka blythe’s room

It’s time. 

She sees people are busy either congratulating Dawn, drinking, or trying to get information from Pista and DeeZee since so far she’s done a pretty good job evading questions. Her words are final, and she has shit to do. First step is finding Silver, which is not hard given they’re probably in the top five tallest people at the party. She gives them a quick hug, though her greeting seems lacking. What she has a lot of is urgency as she leads them towards her room, expecting for the rest of the people involved to follow them. 

The room is a fucking mess. Clothes everywhere, bed unmade, remains of the sawdust she didn’t name to sweep off sitting in the corners. It’s a clear expression of Blythe’s personality, and so is Blythe’s lack of caring when it comes to people witnessing her mess. 

The only redeeming quality of her room is the table waiting for them by the window. The effort Blythe failed to put into cleaning her room was all used in the figurines and plans sitting on top, ready for them all to use them once everyone is done arguing. Blythe doesn’t expect miracles. She looks at Silver and knows they’re both waiting to see how Griffin will react. 

“If you two decide you need to beat each other up, give me a warning first. There are my favorite pajamas, Dawn made them for me, it’s a bear onesie big enough to fit me and I don’t need blood on it.”

[hcllisfm]

HEADCANON — @givcnup

just like he did with nelly, hollis wants to help out griffin since obviously all of twelve is in shambles after cinna moved to tulum. he’s been preparing horchata for griffin and delivering it periodically, so during one of his deliveries he takes the liberty to actually stay for a while and talk. he doesn’t do most of the talking though since griffin ends up word-vomitting about cinna.

therapist hollis doesn’t have cinna’s qualifications, but he tries his best to try and keep griffin’s spirits up, especially because there is some guilt there that silver did get to come back while cinna didn’t so unlike him, hollis isn’t grieving and gets to continue seeing his friend. also notices he is stressed the fuck out about more than just cinna, but hollis doesn’t ask given that he is currently scared shitless since he doesn’t want his step-mommy to be the next person to disappear and he figures whatever griffin is concerned with is kinda rebel related given how much griffin’s behaivor reminds him of freesia’s.

anyway, horchata and snacks for all of twelve are delivered. hollis tells griffin that while he knows he might not be of much help, if they need someone to take care of cinna’s tasks now that they’re living it up in tulum, he doesn’t mind helping since cinna was always very kind to him and his step-mother.