#mj.event

[reblrths]

OPEN STARTER | CAPPED. ( 3 / 3 )

finch was upset.

there was rarely a time when finch wasn't upset -- but tonight more so. the scores felt like bullshit, the outfits made their eyes hurt and the grating laughter was enough to make them want to scream so loud it would drown out the awful music playing. unlike any other time, finch could not draw any more attention to themself than there already was. to top it all off -- they'd lost lark in the crowd.

the kid did whatever he wanted anyway, and they're he'll turn up later in the night to tell finch some random lore he found out about one of the other districts or something. lark was good for that -- he was smart. smarter than finch, exactly like wren. that fourteen-year-old has more of a shot of making it out of here than finch ever did. maybe he'd charm himself up some sponsors -- god knows finch would hardly be able to to that themself. the interviews were soon. they'd have to talk to caesar again.

yeah, they were fucking upset.

"if the other ten clusters of people didn't include you in their conversation, i certainly hope you won't expect any from me." they warn, feeling someone sit next to them. that was unusual. no one sat next to them unless they were forced. finch turns to face them with a slight brow raise, expectant and waiting. the look on their face was clear. what do you want from me?

[gladiatefm]

open to everyone .

they feel shaken , because finally , plutarch has shown them what is in store for the tributes entering the arena . fulvia has lived in this city her entire life , but this is another level up that none of them could possibly expect . she has to remind herself to swallow down the excitement which she was raised on her , years of tradition being deprogrammed from her mind is something she still struggles with .

" can you believe this ? " they ask , their sleepy eyes wide in the dimness of the party , music tinkling like glitter in their ears . " i've never seen so many high scores in one games . it's going to be a good year , i can tell . "

[ingenuitycfchacs]

tw:  alcohol, knife, mentions of blood, guns & death

the night was winding down, or perhaps it was early morning. arachne wasn’t sure. she didn’t care. almost two bottles of wine warming her stomach. she had not a care in the world. not now at least. four hours ago? two bottles ago? one death flashing through her mind - gun to a head, blood spewed across the cameras and down heath’s forehead - had turned to another - Justice, his blood on her hands, his sky blue eyes staring up at her as he gasped for breath, his canon seeming to echo that of the gun that had killed heath - and then another - clove, her aunt, held aloft against the cornucopia by the boy from eleven, the girl from twelve (the girl Arachne had shot a deadly look from across the party just seconds before ordering her fourth glass of wine) scrambling away, the girl from two screaming for her district partner, a rock causing the canon this time, another canon to echo the gunshots. 

they’d all been chased away. the first bottle drowning out the fine details. the second wiping them all from memory - for now. 

now she felt giddy. giddy and impulsive. her fingers withdrew the butterfly knife - the very same that had ended not one but six lives - from the pocket of the flannel she’d snuck into the bar much to her stylist’s disdain. a simple flick of her wrist had the blade exposed. hand placed on the bartop, she looked up as someone approached. “wanna see a party trick?” her words were more than a little slurred and she giggled afterward, splaying her fingers wide over the smooth wood surface.

[victoriams]

𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐸𝒮 𝒩𝐸𝒲𝒯𝒪𝒩 – for the 94th annual tribute interviews.

[reblrths]

OPEN STARTER | CAPPED. ( 3 / 3 )

maxim has been to this mansion before; his father and seneca dragged them all along to dinner parties and events such as this growing up. he doesn't remember much except that he didn't like it because of how strict it was. he'd try to scheme and find a way to snoop around but his father kept a close eye on him -- maxim was too young to realize he could have gotten himself killed for being somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.

so tonight, maxim abides by those rules learned from boyhood strictly -- he has a drink in his hand and sticks to the crowds. he's on edge tonight for a reason he can't name, so he chalks it up to being in this mansion after so long, after all that's happened. so he has to work a little harder to maintain the charming front that everyone always seems so drawn to, but he must be doing a decent job because no one seems any wiser to it. he turns to a familiar face, smiling warmly and offering a drink and leaning in slightly as if it were a secret between the two of them. "there's a reason everyone's drawn to the bar tonight -- they're free, take as much as you can. here."

[reblrths]

OPEN STARTER | capping at three. ( 2 / 3 )

the four shakes him more than he shows. there are eyes everywhere and he's beginning to hear the whispers. some have even dared to ask him about it -- there has never been any respect in the capitol. their lives were showcased and as far as any socialite might be aware, as far as snow is aware, they aren't entitled to any privacy. it's infuriating. peeta smiles in their faces regardless and deftly makes their exit.

he takes a breath. he knows not to get messy, but he needs a drink. so he takes his third one of the night (peeta has always had a high tolerance, his nerves are still no where near at ease) when someone joins him at his side. this is not new, he's been socializing all night if he wasn't at katniss or rye's side. what else was there to do except continue to socialize until this night was over? that's just what all of this was. an endless cycle of waiting until the night was over. peeta feels their skin thrumming, though -- the works of something in their mind that would either go horribly wrong or wouldn't work at all despite the perfect execution, but now all he has to do is wait. "have you seen the light show yet?" they ask with feigned interest. damn the light show. "it's certainly something."

[gladiatefm]

she had already been feeling queasy , her stomach tightened and knotted itself , the evidence of her pregnancy demanding her attention in the form of nausea , and to watch what happened on that screen had tipped her directly over the edge . she runs , pushes past cain , their baby sister , and barricades herself in the bathroom where mina empties the contents of her stomach once , twice , three times over . she is sobbing , and it replays over , and over in her head . their faces , the grim acceptance in their eyes and just the tiniest hint of fear . they wouldn't be here , would never have gotten this far without them and now they're gone , destroyed by the capitol like everything else is . she hears a knock on the door and attempts to pull herself together , but she is shaking and clammy as she lets herself back into the stables and away from the privacy of the toilets . " sorry i — i needed a moment . "

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: AURELIA CROSS & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: BAR, TRIBUTE TOWER ᴡʜᴇɴ: EVENING, POST TRIBUTE PARADE

tw: blood, murder, alcohol & gun violence

Three of them, forced to their knees. Aurelia tips back a shot of something bitter. Guns pressed against the back of their heads. Another shot. The gasps of those around her – blood trickling slowly from the wounds. A third, for good luck. The party rages on around her – blissful Capitolites none the wiser to what has just transpired. Aurelia, however, can't seem to clear the image from her mind. For someone so accustomed to death and violence, it is unsettling how much this has affected her.

Maybe because, for someone with no knowledge of the rebellion stirring just below the surface, the murders had seemed so senseless. Maybe it's because seeing three victors be gunned down in quick succession had reminded her that she's not as untouchable as she thought.

Ordinarily, Aurelia Cross was the life of the party. Beautiful, young, charismatic – the Capitol citizens generally flocked to her, eyeing her fashion, her facial expressions – dissecting her like a science experiment. Ordinarily, she enjoyed it. Enjoyed being the centre of attention – holding them at the tip of her fingers. Tonight, she wishes she could be left alone – and so she finds herself sitting off to the side of the room, lost in thought.

Her demeanour shifts as soon as somebody approaches her – false smile neatly plastered on her face. The alcohol buzzing through her system has numbed her enough to get through the evening. "Cool party, right?" She says, "I've heard people are dying to get in."