#interactions.118

[kclvin]

There were not that many people there. Like, as far as Victory Ball attendance went, not many were there to celebrate his victory and the people that he had killed and the people that had died so that he could win. It seemed right, in a way, but thinking about it all was overwhelming, and as he stood in the entry way, looking the sparse crowd over, he silently prayed that a friendly face would approach him and make the entire situation less uncomfortable. His eyes then landed on someone walking his way, and he smiled at them as they began to approach, hoping that they were making their way to the door behind him instead of making their way to him to talk.

[ofvigilcnce-blog]

Kelvin had never expected that following instructions would have placed him in detention, yet here he was, the room full of nowhere safe to sit or lean against and full of other people who had also expressed their frustration at Viola. It was bullshit as far as he was concerned, and he felt out of place in the dangerous room. He trailed his finger along the seat next to the one he was stuck in, the spike scratching against the skin on his fingertips. This was going to be a long rest of the hour. He turned to a person sitting somewhere else in the room. “Fancy seeing you here, how have your games been going so far?” he said sarcastically, as if now was the time to make any sort of conversation. // open starter for any tribute in detention, sector 1

[kvvrma]

Both of them were dead. There was no sugar coating it, no putting a positive spin on it. Both of her tributes were dead. This was beginning to be infuriating, feeling like no matter what she did would not bring home a victor, even with kids as eager and willing to learn as Melpomene and Milo were. She stared at the screen long after the laser shot through his brain, long after the camera had panned away to a different area of the arena, long after nobody cared about Milo Karat or Melpomene Rhode anymore. But Karma did. For what was almost the first time, Karma cared, and she continued to glare daggers into the tv screen, barely even noticing the person walking up next to her.

[novaemmanuel]

The ball seemed to be going on longer than the Presidential Ball had. Maybe it was because the room was emptier, maybe it was because she was so worried about everyone else who was stuck in the Districts, but whatever the reason was, it was eating her alive. She needed additional help to get her through the evening and to keep up the persona for that long, so she sat at the bar, ordering a rum and coke, and tapping her fingers on the bar, trying desperately to take her mind off of every worry she had. // starter for @hermesmagnifico

[ofvigilcnce-blog]

“Fuck you, career boy.”

The words echoed in Kelvin’s head as Barrett’s limp body fell to the ground. His own face was still bleeding, the blood that had been slowly dripping from his face to his neck finally landing on his hand. Blood on his hands, literal blood, and the thought of it made Kelvin sick once more. He stood there for a moment, unable to move, his eyes locked on Barrett’s immobile body on the ground, and although he could barely see through the stream of caps flying through the air, he swore a bee landed on Barrett’s nose as Kelvin finally got the courage to move away.

He had to find Viola in this mess, that was the only option here, so as he slowly inched away from his former ally, he grabbed Mel’s ax and his discarded knife from the ground. “It was going to be you, or me, and the moment I realized that, I couldn’t get it out of my head. You would’ve done the same thing, Barrett,” he muttered under his breath as he walked away. And though that may have been true, he did not believe the words leaving his mouth.

Making his way through the mess that was the outside, he searched for Viola in the crowd, trying to remain as silent as possible as to hope to sneak up on her.

He had no plan and barely any energy, but he soldiered on anyway. // starter for @violeance

[kvvrma]

For the better part of her evening, Karma had been in the viewing room. A part of her thought that she didn’t really know what she was doing as a mentor. This year was her fifth year truly working with tributes, and she hadn’t mentored a victor yet. It was beginning to weigh on her, the deaths of ten children indirectly her fault, but she brushed it aside, trying not dwell on it, and had been distracting herself by watching the games of mentors with tributes who had recently won. She was about halfway through the 109th when someone walked into the room and turned the lights on, causing her to squint due to the sudden brightness. “The next time you try to blind someone, would you mind giving a bit of warning?” she asked, slowly opening her eyes as they adjusted to the new light levels in the room.

[ofvigilcnce-blog]

Without Maeve there, Kelvin was even more aware of the silence in the room that surrounded him. For the first six minutes, he was able to focus, powering through two books and finding things that the two of them had missed in their first look through. Clean clothing in gym, but pelted by dodgeballs. Avoid the mutt patrolling the halls. May be dangerous. He added those notes to his arms, his writing getting a bit messier as he paid less attention to the words he was writing and more to the sound of the skin of his arm rubbing against the skin of his leg. He heard his heartbeat, his saliva collecting in his mouth, the sound of his brow bones cracking as he lowered his eyebrows.

And then he could swear that he heard the door open.

His head whipped towards the door to see if anyone had come in, confused to note that the room was still uninhabited besides him and the librarian. Suddenly feeling compelled to stand, he tucked his pen in his waistband, his eyes wandering as he slowly rose to his feet. 

That’s when he heard the bees. He couldn’t pinpoint where the sound was coming from, and his head began moving rapidly to try and figure out where they were. The buzzing seemed to get closer and closer, making the hair on his arms stand up and his shoulders hunch closer to his neck, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to block the sound out.

It seemed as if the harder he tried, the louder the sound was, and then it turned to the sound of explosions. They were small, they were in the distance, but Kelvin still ran for cover, hiding under the table due to the sound. He sat there for a good thirty seconds before poking his head out from under the table, checking for any damage, and then the bees started up again. 

He needed to leave, that was his one thought, so he shoved the books back on to different shelves haphazardly, not caring about returning them to their original position, and ran to the door, almost running away from the insects himself. He pushed open the door, grateful to hear the sound of something besides himself, and collapsed to the floor next to Mel.

No words left his mouth, he wasn’t sure if she would be able to hear them, but he held his ink covered arm up to her, as he began to throw up on his blood-stained shirt. // starter for @melpomenexrhode, sector 5, the main corridor

[ofvigilcnce-blog]

gym class || a self-para

Death was something that Kelvin had never been good at facing, purely due to the fact that he never had to face it until now.

He never knew his grandparents, they had died long before he was born, so there hadn’t been any deaths in his family for ages. Even Intel, the family cat, was about twenty years old and healthier than any animal he had ever seen.

Death was not something Kelvin Greengrass knew how to handle, but now he was forced to handle it.

Walking in to the gym, his finger was still running its way along the bracelet on his wrist. He could barely take his hands off of it, afraid that if he did it would crumble to dust on the floor below him. He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, was focusing more on Orion’s blood on his pants and Maeve’s blood on his shirt and the feeling that everything was going horribly, horribly wrong, so when the ball first hit him in the stomach, it took him by surprise.

His head snapped up, taking in the gym. It was then he looked at his arm and remembered reading about the dodgeballs. This was not a place he wanted to be in, but as he turned around to leave, he stared right in the eyes of the guardian mutt, letting him know that leaving was not an option.

Kelvin wanted to desperately step past it, leave this stupid place and hide away and catch his breath for a moment, but he had dealt with death enough in the past thirty minutes, and facing his own was something he didn’t think he could handle.

So, he turned around, walked back in to the gym, and lied down on the floor just as a computerized voice spoke.

“Five pushups.”

This was easy, Kelvin thought, and he flipped over onto his stomach, easily following the instructions and completing the task asked of him.

“Ten sit-ups.”

No break, Kelvin thought to himself with a sigh, but easily flipped over and began to complete the next task asked of him, digging his toes in to the gymnasium floor to keep himself grounded as he did them.

This went on for a while, the tasks remaining at a similar level of difficulty, until something in the computer voice switched, making it sound sterner and more serious and more dangerous.

“Three hundred sit-ups.”

Kelvin’s attention shifted to the ceiling. “Seriously?” he asked out loud, unclear if this was supposed to be some sort of joke.

The mutt standing by the door growled at him, as if to tell him that it wasn’t a joke, that this was mandatory, and that if he did not comply, there would be a bigger punishment waiting for him.

He sighed, rolled on to his back and closed his eyes, trying his hardest to focus on the task at hand as he began, counting out loud and under his breath.

One. Orion’s home.

Two. The number of people he had killed in the last hour.

Three. Maeve’s home.

It took all of his self-control to refrain from crying.

Four.

Five. 

Six.