#saiyyad

[slateskylar]

Slate was fully not allowed on the Gamemaking floor, and yet — oh, what was this? Was it Slate, getting into the elevator? Was it his hand, pressing the button for the Gamemaking floor? Was it the elevator rising to the very place he really shouldn’t be? Was it him, swiping through the permission with the badge he’d stolen off of a Gamemaker in the cafeteria? (It wasn’t his fault the guy only had eyes for a cream donut.)

Couldn’t be Slate, getting out of the elevator and walking onto the cool shiny floors, a fluorescent hallway, bypassing a sign that said GAMEMAKERS ONLY PAST THIS POINT.

No, that wasn’t Slate. It was a look-alike.

He was amusing himself thinking of the excuses he’d give if he were caught (had to pee, needed a private bathroom, I get nervous; doing research for a school project; I have an interview with Lysander Vultur) when he fully ran into someone coming round a corner. Instead of acting shocked or like he shouldn’t be there, though, he improvised:

“I’m here for the 11 o’clock tour.”

@saiyyadmirga

[shark-bcit]

@saiyyadmirga

She’d been wracking her brain for what could have possibly been the criteria used to choose the all stars. Some of them were just... Not who she would have chosen. So when, leaning against the bar with possibly one to many drinks in her system and thus not a very good filter on her mouth (not that she ever had a very good filter), she noticed one of the gamemakers she perked up a bit. “Hey! I’ve been thinking, you all... you could’ve... like you know chose some better people.” 

[thecapitolgazette]

Saiyyad & Atlas

Now THIS is interesting. THIS is what I signed up for. That good shit. I’m gonna go with a low compatibility score but a high “Would like to see the drama unfold” score. Two philosophical dudes walk into a room...

[coletteneptune]

Saiyyad?

Colette feels that Saiyyad could be a truly incredible Gamemaker if he would dedicate himself to it. She doesn’t know if there’s validity to her sense that he’s holding back, but she feels it in her bones. She wants him to let go of any hesitation that he has, because she knows that his mind is sharp and that the Gamemaking team could use someone like him permanently. She just doesn’t know if he’d choose that life.

[satchel-mcqueen]

Saiyyad? (We miss you)

Satch loves Saiyyad, and yes maybe he has had a crush on him at some point in the past but that’s neither here nor there, now is it? He thinks that he and Saiyyad can understand each other from both being trapped within the mechanisms of the Games, even if in different ways, but it’s also not something that he feels Saiyyad is ready or willing to talk about, and that’s fine too. For now he’s just glad to have a good friend around, someone who’s always got an interesting and different take on life.

[thevultur]

Saiyyad?

lysander is slightly wary of saiyyad, but he does appreciate him for his usual promptness, which isn’t something to be said about every gamemaker under his coordination. he doesn’t understand why he did what he did, but he just hopes he’ll stay out of trouble in the future, because he regrets losing a good fellow gamemaker.

[takeaganderz]

Task 002: Daemon

[satchel-mcqueen]

Rory and Saiyyad weren’t responding to his texts and he didn’t know what to do. It had only been a few minutes since the notification from the Gazette that had listed those they’d found to be missing so far, and the names that stood out to him more than the others, as if illuminated on the screen in brighter letters than the others, were those of his friends.

Already in the span of just five minutes he had sent them both a handful of panicked texts and left a voicemail on each of their phones. Rory, she was one of his closest friends and while yes, she was technically interning with the Gamemakers, he couldn’t see a reason why anyone would want to harm her. She was good, plain and simple, would never harm anything if she could help it. It wasn’t her fault that she’d wound up with this job and Satchel knew she didn’t even like it. Anyone who met her, who took the chance to talk to her even a little bit, would see that she wasn’t the guiltiest among them, not by a long-shot.

And Saiyyad, he considered the position in a different light than any of the other Gamemakers he’d met since arriving at the Tower. He was thoughtful and philosophical; he thought about the tributes, the Victors, everything. More than once Satchel had questioned where his loyalties might actually lie. He was more likely to get mixed up in something bad, but still...

He didn’t want to wish harm on anyone else, but he could only hope that if a member of the Gamemaking team had been killed, that it had been some type of justice. That it wasn’t someone innocent who had been caught in the crossfire like Rory or Saiyyad. He tried to suppress as many rebellious thoughts as he could, unsure where he would be able to help in a Rebellion anyway, telling himself all kinds of excuses... but this time, he hoped, he really, really hoped, that whoever had died had deserved it. That they had been playing a game they shouldn’t have been playing.

The irony wasn’t lost on him, of course, that all of them, everyone in the Tower, was playing the same Game, and that in the end, none of them could ever win.