#mj;starter

[xhxnne]

@doyoung-ia gets a starter!

note: it can be pre-est or incorrect number - check the muse here ^^

[ ✉ from Minjae ] Oh no, why are you sad? [ ✉ from Minjae ] It was not a good day, wasn’t it? [ ✉ from Minjae ] May I ask what happened?

[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]

                    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.”

[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?” 

[capitolbcrn-blog]

                      Arina’s dark eyes full of consternation looked to the person standing nearest. Rumors felt just as loud as the terror in District. “Do you think what people are saying is true?” She asked, her own mind already made up.

[pindonor-blog]

                       There were some faces she recognized. A small girl in particular, her soft features that had never had the chance to mature past pubescence before she was murdered by circumstance. She tried throw the idea that the face could have been the person in her mind, the person she had seen only on television. The dead don’t just back to life. It’s impossible. But if felt so real and she could feel her hands shaking. She looked to a person who seemed to be in deep thought. “It can’t be what you’re thinking-  It’s not- It can’t be them.”

[pindonor-blog]

                 “Kind of makes you wonder what the other district’s must be like.”