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“ oh honey! “ dior squealed, parading himself into into the viewing area and he was absolutely thrilled to see some familiar faces. he nearly pranced himself over to them, everyone was his friend here and he hadn’t even taken the time to become intoxicated yet. “ I haven’t seen you since the last games! how are you! “ he grinned wildly despite the the impending release of scores. “ did you come to celebrate, too? “
“ listen, “ brighyn started, her voice as tired as she was. every day in the capitol felt like an eternity and she longed to recluse up into her room for as long as she could. “ none of us want to be here, this is a tough time of year,“ she said, her voice a bit softer than she realized it was. year after year she watched the friends of her siblings die under her watch and this year was no different. “ make the best of this... “ her words were hopefully an inspiration to her tributes before sending them off into the training room with the others.
she pressed her back against the wall and sighed. she didn’t want this. she didn’t ask for this. why did she have to be here? wasn’t what she’d been through enough? her heart was breaking again.
her head turned and she watched another victor do the same -- except their tributes obviously far more skilled than hers. she turned her head and decided to mind her own business, and headed for the elevator. “ happy games, “ she offered the familiar face that joined her on the stroll.
The district seven floor was becoming far too confining. Axel was used to being able to go outside and explore. She loved to run and to climb, but now she was like a prisoner is a, frankly, beautiful cell. The closest the tributes could get was the garden at the top of the tribute tower. She wondered if it was true that it was jump proof. “The Capitol smells weird.” She noted to no one in particular. “Like fake air.”
althea’s plan for making it through every hunger games after hers was simple; hide in the district eleven apartments until she was forced to socialize, try and get her tributes to do some sort of semblance of training, hide for as long as she could during the games, and make it back home in one piece. it seemed to be working, well it had for the past few years at least, and so she wasn’t at all worried about it not working this year. that was, until she found herself waiting for the elevator to make its way back down to the lobby from its trip to district twelve’s floor. she sighed, picking at her fingernails as she saw someone walking up next to her out of her peripheral vision. “the elevator’s, uh, taking an eternity, so i’d recommend the stairs if you’re in a rush.”
When Pixel came to she was laying on the ground in the tower’s elevator. She rubbed her eyes slightly before pushing herself to a sitting position and leaning up against the wall. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there, but that wasn’t necessarily an uncommon occurrence. There was someone else in the elevator with her. “Who are you? What floor are we going to?”
