#mj;start

[pindonor-blog]

                 At that moment, it felt as though her blue eyes were shinning brighter than the sun. Her face was growing sore due to the smile that now seemed to be permanently tapped onto her features. The games were coming so close and soon they’d only have one mission ; get the tributes out alive with minimal casualties. For now though, all she could do was gather intel and keep her act up.   “I can’t believe how close we’re getting to opening day. It feels as though the tribute parade was just yesterday. Getting nervous?”

[bcehwang-blog]

“Hello! Hello? Hellooo?!” Boe had been ignored by tributes, mentors, and sponsors alike, but he hadn’t yet lost his smile. He hadn’t lost his persistence either, he wouldn’t, this was nothing in comparison to what was to come. Bouncing up on the balls of his feet, he waved a hand, and caught someone’s attention. “Excuse me? You, yes you. I need a quote for the Capitol Sun. What do you think? Of the Capitol? Of the Games? Come on, gimme something!! Here! Real, quick, lemme just--” The camera snapped and he grinned even wider. “Perfect!” 

[leorcssi]

The Capitol was magnificent. Its buildings were stood tall and proud, its people giddy and flamboyant, even the weapons in the training center gleamed handsomely. He’d struggled to keep his eyes off of the silver swords and arrows, but there were more important things at play here. Rather than watching the weapons, Leo turned his attention to the tributes and used every bit of his training to scope them out. Who was agile? Strong? Fast? And given time he felt confident about his observations. “Aw, come on,” Leo approached one tribute in particular that piqued his interest, “you can do better than that.” 

[pindonor-blog]

              Her eyes were narrow as she moved through the hallway. A sly grin adorned her features, makeup contouring her face in a way that nearly rendered her unrecognizable. Nearly. Her path crossed with another and her features softened. “You should stand straighter,” She was lucky her former position as the daughter of the mayor of Twelve didn’t allow for those of the Capitol to commit her voice to memory; her voice was the giveaway. “Otherwise you could be overlooked.” She didn’t like playing a character, but she wasn’t terrible at it either.

[pindonor-blog]

                    She’d been watching the person leaning against the wall for nearly five minutes before she finally spoke, keeping her voice light. “You can sit down, I wasn’t saving the seat.”

[xlmxcxxn-blog]

“Kill them. I don’t care if they look like dead people. Muttations are muttations. Unnatural monsters twisted to set our troops off balance. I won’t have it. Send off any compromised soldiers to the rebuilding efforts in 2 or 13 or shift them over to a support role. I won’t allow for one of their emotional lapses to put other citizens in danger. If they can’t fight the enemy, they shouldn’t be fighting.”

[stayalxve-blog]

Fighting this damn battle had become a way of life for not only himself, but for so many of those around him. He’d nearly given up on trying to live a normal life.

But for now, the outside world could wait. While in 13, Haymitch had been forced to dry up — well fuck that now that they were facing mutts and the Capitol head-on. He’d managed to trade a couple of bottles of white liquor with civilians in the local black market and was putting a nice dent in them, when he heard the footsteps approach.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, leave me alone for once. Go look for your damn Mockingjay someplace else,” he groused, leaning his back against a grimy back alley wall.

[brutalbloodycatc]

“Finally,” Cato grinned, clearing the last few specks of blood from his sword with a gloved finger, “it’s time to finish what I started. Who’s next?”