#starter game weak

[daisy-flint]

“What the -” Daisy ducked as a knife went whizzing past her head and embedded in the wall behind her. The throw was off by several inches even without her intervention, but that didn’t keep her heart from leaping into her throat. She’d been walking from one station to the next in the training center, putting little mind to the tributes taking turns with throwing daggers. Accidents like this happened, but typically with the less experience crew force fields were used to prevent close calls. “Seriously, who the hell is on tech in here?”

[sundrcssd-blog]

                      slender  legs  swing  from  where  she  is  perched  ,  gaze  cast  downwards  upon  the  book  that  rests  in  her  lap  .  having  woken  up  much  later  than  anticipated  and  therefore  being  unable  to  find  a  seat  that  was  satisfactorily  isolated  in  the  library  has  left  her  here  ;  settled  on  a  nearby  wall  ,  her  concentration  divided  between  her  novel  and  her  dress  constantly  riding  up  due  to  the  less  than  ideal  position  .  the  presence  of  another  is  felt  rather  than  seen  ,  and  clarita  doesn't  bother  to  lift  her  head  as  she  speaks  ,  "  i  don't  have  a  lighter  .  "  she  utters  with  slight  contempt  at  having  been  asked  numerous  times  already  .

[ms-davenport-blog]

Maybe it’s time to take back what we gave.

Smoke still rose from the cove the next morning as Leila stood just behind the police tape. Her headphones were over her ears, but for once the gentle strands of Leon Bridges was doing little to soothe her. The distinct scent of burning, both acrid and nauseating, filled her head.

Her hands were in fists in her pockets, her body stiff against the wind. She’d been frozen, unable to so much as blink as that voice hissed in her ear. Worse had been the panic that overtook her on the front lawn, and drew her to the cold grass as her home burned. In the morning the death tolls had come in, the damage rung out by police sirens and fire trucks, and the news of William Porter passed from ear to ear.

She sensed the presence beside her, but did nothing to acknowledge them.

[coldbloodedruby]

Closed Starter || @rosiertheserpent

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Ruby stated, her lips curling up into a smirk.

[liamjeppsxn-blog]

This week was turning into a bad one and mid work out, Liam had pulled a muscle. His right ass cheek was hurting and it was hard  to squat or walk. He assumed he had pulled a hamstring and it just wasn’t easing up at all. He sighed heavily as he walked out of the gym and in his direction home. He hoped that maybe walking it off would help. Normally after the gym he had his camera out vlogging his trip home but he didn’t, he had his head down and continued his walk home. Running into a familiar face. “Sorry-- I’ve been so focused on trying not to think of this pulled muscle that I didn’t see you there” 

[promiiscs]

they left him there. there were circumstances that caused heads to butt, and obstacles to be brought up. they couldn’t take him in the swat car, there were already so many of them piled in the back and to sit there and just.. look at him. she can’t. she just fucking  can’t.  ❝  i’m going out. ❞  now that they’ve settled in a different place, she can’t sit still. she needs to do something, and she needs to do right by him. even if most of what he did in his final years was do wrong by her.  strand pipes up,  alicia.  ❝  don’t. ❞   it’s all she says, pushing tears back, swallowing a rising lump in her throat. talking about it isn’t an option, and neither is trying to negotiate with her. she takes off by foot, weapon in hand.

maybe god is on her side today, because she finds what she’s looking for rather quickly. a truck. there’s no gas, but she can take the time to go around, siphon some off of other vehicles scattered across the country. she’s back at the place where his body is, walking past the spot where he dropped, blood crusted on the grass blades.  nick? nick-- hey, hey, look at me-- look at me, it’s okay, everything’s okay.  her voice runs through her mind, images of the day before taking her hostage ; her muscles are tight, jaw the same, and the skin of her fingertips burns when it presses against the metal caging around her knife. they moved his body into the cabin, as to not attract the attention of passers by and even more so the  dead.

crouching before another old truck along side the plot of land, she decides it would be easier to just take this one. it’s close to him, she wouldn’t have to walk all the way back to fill up the other truck with gas. this one already has some. a deep exhale is given, hands on her thighs to push herself upright. just as she turns, she hears the crack of a leaf, then the light tap of boots against the wooden floor of the front porch.  ❝  hey! ❞  it’s loud,  boisterous,  unforgiving. without a second thought, she begins her trek to where the older male stands. right in front of the door that leads to her  brother.  ❝  HEY!  ❞  when he finally turns to look at her, she has her gun drawn, set in its aim for the stranger.  ❝  don’t go in there. get out. ❞

❀  –  @peacekcpt.

[wcrkaholic-blog]

Peeling her eyes up from the beeping phone in her hand, Dani mumbled something to herself as her other hand raised to hail a taxi. She wasn’t running late, but she sure felt like she was. Her peripheral caught glimpse of another with seemingly the same idea, and though she wasn’t too keen on starting a conversation, it seemed best. “The taxis seem to despise this street... should we share the next one that comes?”

[isabella-blake]

“So, you’re afraid of venturing out into the big dark trails alone, eh? Whatcha thinks out there?” Isabella asked, a hint of condescension in her tone as she reached to phone for a camp ranger, but it was mostly masked by ‘curiosity.’ “Or, if you wanna wait ten minutes, I could take you on a tour myself. Know these woods like the back of my hands.”