#tristan5

[dustymarsh]

WHEN: 12.15.22 WHERE: Treaty Towers; Obsidian City WHO: Dusty + Tristan ( @walledupward )

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The plates had been $24 for 24 at the dollar store, each ceramic and wonky colors that no doubt had some toxic paint making them so vibrant. And the aluminum bat -- well, it’d been in the family for some time so it was always there to grab. Dusty had fetched it from their sliding glass door, which led to the tiny patio that surely nobody would even repel up to break into. Yet, the bat stayed there to secure the door day in and day out. The Marsh family would be okay without it for a single night. 

She showed up outside Tristan’s door without a warning tonight, trying to remember the hours he’d said he worked. She knocked with the tip of the bat, playing a balancing act with her other arm, hip, and a box of kitchenware. As the door swung open, Dusty said as close to a sorry as she could ever manage, “I’m an idiot.” Except it wasn’t Tristan who’d opened the door, but... his roommate...?

Jescaiah nodded with an amused smirk, “We all are most of the time. Except, not me. Tristan!” She called for him and disappeared down the hall with a wave, handbag, and ponytail thrown over her shoulder in a single swoop.

“Fuck me,” Dusty groaned, knowing she’d have to do it all over again in three, two... He appeared this time. “I’m an idiot and don’t make me say it again. I’m tapped out ‘til next year.”

[orlaithrose]

When: 12th August, early hours Where: Outside Treaty Towers Who: @walledupward​

It would have been more sensible to come home after her shift had finished, but the Siren Show had called to Orlaith more. Now, finally getting home in the small hours of the morning, not uncommon for her, given the shifts at the hospital, she was not only tired but starving. Even in Siren territory, she was wary to accept food. There was no way to know if you were dealing with a Siren or a Fae— it was nature for the latter to play tricks instead of telling the lies they could not. 

The ground as Orlaith approached Treaty Towers went unnoticed under her feet as she mulled over a very important decision - go somewhere for food or crawl into bed with a bowl of cereal - so that she didn’t notice when she walked straight past it and had to backtrack, even though her mind wasn’t completely made up. Better not to mull it over in the street at this time of night. Standing still could cost you dearly, making you an easy target. Of course, her preoccupation meant that she also didn’t notice who else was approaching the sky high building from the other direction. This was a city of the night, so it wasn’t particularly a surprise to see Tristan there, especially since he clearly went down the mines at night, when they were meant to be closed. 

Still, another person being there suddenly made Orlaith jump, and then realising it was Tristan made her falter a little. They hadn’t seen each other since the night on the roof. Again, not particularly uncommon. It was a big building and an even bigger city. But there was the chance it could be awkward. If there was one thing Orlaith hated, it was feeling awkward, and there was only one way she knew to alleviate the feeling; pretending you didn’t feel awkward. Fake it until you make it, right? She cleared her throat before speaking, the speedy, “Hey,” she offered in greeting so fast it could well have gone unheard. “I’m glad to see you, actually,” she continued, “since I’m trying to decide something, which is not my strong suit, and I don’t have a coin on me to flip. And since you’re here, maybe you could make the decision for me.”

[diistrict-nine-and-three-quaters]

Still in darkness || Briar, Tristan and Holly

Tristan woke Briar up for the last watch, the two had taken it in turns. Letting their younger ally get her rest. After all, she had more to worry about with her district partner being missing. The two thought she might grumble about it in the morning, but they though it was for the best.

She smiled at Tristan groggily, leaning forward to him and giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'm glad you survived," she whispered as he lay down on the floor. He smiled back up at her before drifting off into a deep sleep. Briar shook her head, trying to clear the groggy remnants of sleep from her mind.

An hour or so later after hearing no disturbances she decided it was time to move their party along. Her throat was beginning to feel a little dry and she thought it was time to move on. "Tristan, Holly," she called out softly, shaking their shoulders with her hand gently. It was hard to find them without stepping on  part of them but somehow she managed. The three cleared up their makeshift camp and re-grouped. Exiting the alcove in the direction in the opposite way to the cornucopia. The three made their way out and began walking. Briar stifled a yawn as she led the way once more, Holly holding onto Tristan's hand.

[district5-tristan]

Climb to victory

Tagging: Tristan Hayes, Ivory Erwin

Location: Training centre - Climbing station

Time: Morning

After breakfast, Tristan made his way down to training. Once he reached the familar room, he checked his schedule at the door to see what he had ahead of him. First session was climbing with Ivory. He had never spoken to Ivory before so he was eager to see what she was like.

He made his way to the climbing station and begun scaling the high net that was draped over the large climbing frame. He was three quarters of the way down on the net and jumped the last few meters when he was the blonde girl, he assumed to be Ivory approach.

"Hey" Tristan huffed, a little out of breath.

"I'm Tristan" He smiled, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

[diistrict-nine-and-three-quaters]

Good morning.

Tagging: Briar Keene, Tristan Hayes, anyone.

Location: Lobby

Time: Morning before training

Briar sat alone at the small dining table and ate her cereal. It was weird to have such a substantial food source everyday. Briar thought that she better make the most of it while she could. Especially going as she would be entering the arena soon.

Briar made sure that the lobby was empty before she had entered it this time. The last conversation she had with Wes there still sent chills down her spine.

Suddenly, Briar heard footsteps walking towards the lobby. Her heart started to race. She let her spoon splosh into the milk left in her bowl and got ready to dart back off to her room. When Tristan enetered she felt a sense of relief wash over her.

"Hey," she greeted him cheerily returning to her cereal.

[district5-tristan]

Sparks are flying

Tagging: Briar Keene, Tristan Hayes

Location: Training centre

Time: afternoon

Tristan made his way towards the fire-making station. Once he had reached the deserted station, he felt slightly nervous, eagerly awaiting his company for the afternoon.

Tristan began messing around with the selection of items, starting with rocks as he felt this particular resource would be in a large supply in the arena. His attempts were not so sucsessful and he only managed to cause a few sparks. Tristan sighed as he gave up on his attempts at the rocks and began moving onto twigs. Maybe this would be more sucessful...

[barricathemus]

Tagging → Barric Athamus, Tristan Hayes

Location → Lunch Hall.

Time → Noon

Having been hurt several times on both his hands and arms from knife throwing, Barric was a bit late to lunch after the trainer from the station forced him to at least get a bit bandaged before going to the Hall. Now, looking around, he shrugged at the sight of minimal Tributes still there eating and went to pick up a plate. He walked through the line, piling an assortment of foods onto his tray, then got himself a bottle of strange looking purple bottled water before he sat himself near the window by himself and started to eat.

After a bit, he felt a shadow on the tabletop and looked up to see another boy there,  with his own food in his hands. Barric gave him polite smile.

"Joining me?" 

[district5-tristan]

At arms

Tagging: Tristan, Athamus

Location:  Training centre

Time:  Afternoon

Tristan made his way to the station of swords, Athamus had not yet arrived so the station was deserted. He grabbed one of the swords that looked a decent size. It wasn't as heavy as Tristan had expected. He moved towards the dummies and began swinging the sword trying to cause as much damage as possible.