#stfgvic

[impcleda]

// stfgv starter // @ofcateyes 

     “how do you like escorting children to their death?? did it just-- seem like a good career option at the time??”

[neverhxda]

⤖ ⤖ ⤖      𝓖𝓥 —— 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 :: @stainedbloodline       ⤖ ⤖ ⤖

It all happened so fast. One second she was being escorted atop the stage looking out over the people of District 7. Silence was the only sound for what felt like forever and Aspen could’ve sworn she heard her mother sobbing despite the distance. Then, the following moments were just as quick, she was escorted, said her goodbyes, promising her mom, dad and brother that she would do her best, that she’d come home to them. Her mother’s sobs, though, were the last thing she heard before boarding the train. 

After taking a second, looking around at what was introduced as her private room. Idly, she pressed a few of the buttons, watching the lights fade in and out, gazing around at the blandness of the room before cautiously poking her head through one of the many doors to find a common area. Not to her surprise, but also very awe struck, she saw Emori, the winner of the 62nd Hunger Games : Emori Nunes. 

Nervously, she stepped through the door, not sure if she had even been noticed yet, “hello?”

[conclavewona-blog]

        the apartment they had been given was quiet. bellamy had left, something to do with mentor duties that involved talking to their escort, which left octavia and murphy alone. the silence between them was thick, something that could easily break a knife if you were to try and cut it. the black girl was curled up on the sofa, exploring the array of television programs the capitol had to offer, pajamas clinging tightly to her small frame, hair loose and over her face. a soft sigh fall from her lips. placing the remote down upon the cushion beside her, she turns to face the male, “ would you quit staring at me ?? it’s rather unnerving. “ / @ncncriminalway

[conclavewona-blog]

        she doesn’t mean to wake him up in the middle of the night - in fact, she feel guilty for doing so but she knew if she didn’t, she would die when the time came for her to enter the arena. she was already covered in bruises and cuts from where the training pole had hit her skin, leaving purple marks here and there.

    softly, she places her hand upon bellamy’s shoulder, shaking him as hard as she could muster to wake him up. she then places a single finger upon her lips, a motion to tell him to be quiet - after all, murphy was still asleep.

                 “ we need to train. i won’t take no for an answer, bell. “

@leaderbuilt​

[conclavewona-blog]

        she couldn’t help but blink at the older male. eyes glance down at his outstretched hand, nose scrunching up at the idea of dancing. clearing her throat, octavia forced herself to look at him, “ ---- i don’t dance. i ---- i don’t know how to “ she warns softly, but decides to place her own small hand within his. feet stumble as they begin to move, trying to stay in time but seemingly unable to. / @ymwren

[ofparasol-a-blog]

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