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Maysilee couldn’t remember if she’d heard this song before or not, but she’d been shaking ever since hopping the fence with Lenore Dove. Some small voice in the back of her mind was telling her that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t have been here. With her being a Victor and all, her loyalty was to the Capitol. The memories they’d implanted into this mutt felt painfully realistic, and she remembered being treated with the best medical care for the gruesome injuries she’d sustained. She kept shaking, except now her ears were ringing and the shaking became more violent, and she winced as Lenore Dove finished her rendition of “The Old Therebefore”.

“You really shouldn’t sing songs like that. They’re banned for a reason.” The real Maysilee never would’ve said such a thing, but she smiled brightly at Lenore Dove. It was the first sign something was up. “Um, we really shouldn’t be here either. Can’t you get, like, poison ivy? Maybe that’s what I have. I don’t feel good. Let’s just go back to town. Merrilee promised us both gumdrops!”

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"Why are you so obsessed with me? Honestly, Lenore Dove, it's a little weird," Maysilee sneered.

In reality, her heart was beating a million miles a minute. Maysilee's argument had plenty of holes that the other would certainly see right through - namely, that she was the one who'd approached Lenore Dove after her performance rather than the other way around. She'd heard most of the songs performed this evening countless times before, but there was an unfamiliar one on the setlist tonight that she'd particularly enjoyed. The final lyrics haunted her: "birds in the heavens know I love you". For some reason, it felt like the other was staring right at her while she sang.

And Maysilee Donner, District 12's least favorite mean girl, couldn't control herself. That smile of Lenore Dove's coupled with a voice like nothing she'd ever heard had a blush the same color as Maysilee's rose dress tinting her cheeks. After a split second of hesitation, she pulled her into a passionate kiss, filled with jealousy and rage and self-loathing. No no no no no what if someone sees what if someone finds out Maysilee you can't like her you can't like her YOU CAN'T --

"I… I shouldn't have done that. Pinky promise me you won't tell anyone."

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Did I Ever Tell You That I’m Not Doing Well? | closed with @nameless-evermore

"You're not supposed to be here," Maysilee slurred, her typically bright eyes hazy and exhausted.

She'd been staring at herself in the mirror and getting drunk - her new favorite pastime, it seemed - when someone had entered her home. She grabbed for whatever was closest to her instinctively, prepared to defend herself. Maysilee doubted a manual on Capitol fashion sent by Drusilla weeks ago would stand a chance against the Lenore Dove, but holding the weighty book in her hands felt safe right now. It might not have been blow darts dipped in poison, but she’d make do with what she had. That skill had brought an eternity of punishment onto her by Snow.

“I didn’t invite you here. Go. Away.”

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Come One, Come All, It’s Happening Again | closed with @nameless-evermore

Maysilee Donner really shouldn't have been visiting Lenore Dove at this hour - people would begin to speculate, and neither of them could afford their scheming to go to waste - but after her Games, she'd stopped caring about what people thought of her. In her darker moments, this manifested as scattered bottles of liquor, unkempt hair, and an aching numbness. In her better moments, this manifested as a string of insults, time spent in the woods, and secret visits to Lenore Dove. She waited for the door to swing open, and then she entered without asking permission.

"It could be me again, Lenore Dove," Maysilee murmured, heart racing too fast to properly elaborate on that train of thought. Plutarch had sent her a coded message; they wanted to send her back they wanted to send her back THEY WANTED TO SEND HER BACK and suddenly, she couldn't breathe. "And if it's not me, they're going to send Katniss."

Maysilee hesitated a moment before continuing. She wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to calm down. She'd assumed Lenore Dove's place would be safer, for it wasn't bugged in the same way the homes in Victors' Village were, but that wasn't a guarantee. She couldn't afford to let Snow figure out her role in the rebellion, and she nodded towards the door.

"We can't talk here. But I'll explain where it's safe, I promise." The lake, her eyes said, take me to the lake.

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Take Me to the Lakes | closed with @nameless-evermore “Where are you taking me?” Maysilee asked, laughing warmly as Lenore Dove dragged her through the weak point in the fence. “Okay, so we’re not going to say anything now. Right.”

Maysilee halted for a second, and she listened to the melodious sound of her own laughter. Had she really emitted that? She laughed again just to hear the way it sounded, so foreign and so familiar all at once. Since her Games, she'd been nothing but a mine of misery, churning out anguish for anyone who dared to get near. Her sister was much the same, turning to morphling after their parents' allegedly accidental deaths. How strange: the woman she claimed to hate was the first to bring out such joy in her. Haymitch should've been here, not Maysilee.

"Okay, first of all, I am not built for the woods. Second of all, I wouldn't have worn my nice clothes if you told me we were going somewhere… somewhere gross! Come on, tell me…"

[notavictor]

"We loved with a love that was more than love."

The  blonde  boy  lets  out  a  quiet  scoff,  the  corner  of  his  mouth  tugging  up  like  he's  trying  to  brush  it  off.  "That's  a  real  pretty  way  of  saying  it,"  he  says,  glancing  sideways  at  her.  "You  practice  that,  or  does  it  come  naturally?"  The  smirk  doesn't  hold.  It  fades  quick,  something  more  serious  settling  in  behind  it.  "Not  wrong  though."  His  gaze  drops  and  he  shrugs  having  to  choke  down  the  next  words.  Just  means  there's  more  to  lose.

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@nameless-evermore can't escape her name ballad.

Maysilee watches Lenore Dove pull away from the kiss, and she can't help but make a face. drunken kisses are their thing; Haymitch doesn't just get to take that, too! this is a sad sort of drunken kiss, though, the kind laced with remembrance – of her, maybe? she hasn't been hanging around the house in Victors' Village too often, but she figures they're not mourning her specifically. regardless, Maysilee's standing in the doorway wearing the lavender dress and stacked necklaces she'd been wearing the last time she'd seen Lenore Dove.

“ Really? Him? Lenore Dove, did you see him in the arena? I mean, obviously not, that's why I'm here, duh. But you made him such a pretty token and he didn't even know how to use it properly. Why would you waste something so pretty like that on something so... so... like him? ” and Maysilee knows that Haymitch and Lenore Dove were the pair of doomed lovers the Capitol never shuts up about, not Maysilee and Lenore Dove, but still. she's never been able to fathom liking a guy like that. especially not this guy. her heart twists in her chest; she feels... betrayed, like Lenore Dove's cheating on her, sort of. she shouldn't, mostly because they never had a chance to be together before Maysilee up and died, but she does. “ No, I'm not your fairy godmother, before you make some stupid comment like that. I already met Plutarch, and he said some shit about that. I'm dead. Dead dead. Okay, so now that that's over with, I'm… gonna go. ” 

[towngirlreaped]

had a little fun, got a little drunk, and it didn't kill nobody, right?

" kill? what do you mean, 'kill'? "

Maysilee looks over her shoulder nervously, eyes scanning the crowd for one of those peacekeepers. or worse -- their dear old president. a special invitation to the Capitol never meant anything good, and with Lenore Dove being asked to bring her tune box... she can't say she's thrilled about being here. Maysilee keeps hoping that a friendly face will pop up and save her from whatever horrid fate awaits them, but then, she's done nothing to earn anyone's help. she's rotten, through and through, and maybe she always has been.

“ i'm not in the arena anymore, so... i'd prefer not to talk about things like that. ” Maysilee smooths out her lavender dress, sighing and turning back to Lenore Dove. she misses her leather look to an extent, though she doesn't miss the connotation it brought along with it. " we need to be very careful while we're here. parties are never just... parties. do you get what i mean? "