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[rory-hawthorne]

“What in the world is this?” Couscous asked, eyeing the sandwich he’d been handed sceptically. “This passes for bread here? I thought the Capitol was supposed to be a paradise!”

He handed the sandwich back to the avox waiter. “Give this to someone else, and please bring me a Danish pastry in trade. You do do Danishes, right?” The avox nodded. “Good. Okay.”

Couscous’ turned his head to offer the person watching their exchange a warm smile. “Make that two Danishes. My new friend and I can critique them together.” 

As the avox left to fulfil his request, Couscous approached the other person. “You can take the boy out of the bakery, but I guess you can’t take the bakery out of the boy.”

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[annieecrcsta]

if annie was made to select her least favorite part of the games, the arena would be it. she had learned to manage as best she could during the lead up - the interviews and training sessions. even when her tributes received their private training scores and were judged henceforth. but, once the arena began there were few places or people who made her feel secure - and most of them were many districts away.

and so, annie cresta had found herself a viewing room in a relatively quiet portion of the tower and locked herself away. she hadn’t told anyone where she had gone, but she couldn’t stand to stay in four’s suite and see the tribute rooms that had just been occupied and were newly vacant only to be filled again the next year. 

she was able to successfully avoid much contact for the first day and found herself sitting in the same chair, with the same pencil in her shaking hand. she didn’t have paper, she knew that attempting wouldn’t help her. the silence was accompanied by the air being quietly pushed around as annie fidgeted with her pencil and took up as little space in her chair as she could. and then it was broken by the sound of an opening door and footsteps.

annie wasn’t sure if the individual had spoken or not because by the time she was able to push her mind out of the small corner she had been sitting in for the past few hours, the footsteps had only just stopped. so, she turned slightly and did her best to smile at whoever had just walked in, not being able to fully register who it was before her soft greeting. “hello, i’m sorry, was this room needed for something?”

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[taintedones]

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─────   THE JUNGLE WAS A BLESSING.    remnant of the woods she was so used to,  it almost felt like home.       a l m o s t .     if she forgot about the fighting to the death  &  the televised aspect.     which was something dahlia found surprisingly easy once she’d adjusted.  she’d had to do that pretty quickly after hitting the boy with the rock.     there was no time for doubts anymore.    she was in the hunger games.

her first port of call was food.    dahlia knew how long she could last without a substantial meal. not long enough.      so before she knew it,    she was listening to the sounds of the jungle creates,    crouching down to search for wildlife.    something darted past her vision,   squirrel-esque size.   that meant dahlia could catch it.     she went off sprinting through the dense jungle.    needing nothing but her hands,    they were outstretched,     preparing for a nice catch as she followed her instincts.   if i were a squirrel where would i run?      

as it turned out,   she probably should’ve been being more aware of her own running. as she launched herself    SMACK BANG!  into another tribute.   

... whoops

[maxaroha]

She had been left to her own devices. Levi had been trotted down to meet Cinna and get buffed out, like she had just been. It was surprisingly nice to all of the soot out of every part of her. Even though she did not live in the Seam, the coal in the air and every part of their beings, always coated her. She felt really clean for the first time ever. 

Kali had managed to find a secluded hallway. As she walked down she had found a weirdly decorated sofa with some sort of regal animal on it. She thought it may have been a tiger or maybe a lion? She didn’t know, but Kali had this urge to sit beside it. She stroked the cat, wishing desperately for her sketchbook, when she heard footsteps coming from down the hallway. “I’m not doing anything, just hanging out with this lion-tiger, I swear,” she hollered, hoping that her naivety and cluelessness would save her from any intrusive questions. 

[archive-birchpembrooke-blog]

The suite’s lights were off when he lead his tributes up to their floor. He clicked them on, illuminating the luxurious couches, large kitchen, and grand chandeliers that  dominated the suite’s look. He turned around to see that his Escort had already whisked Monty away to chatter at him for probably hours before sending him down with his Stylist. He was left with poor, young Kathryn. 

He crouched down to her height, giving her a smile. “I wanted to give you the grand tour of your new home for the next few days. Is that alright?” // @please-save-kathryn

[lael-lu]

The suite was nice. And coming from someone who had grown up in the Capitol, that was saying something. 

Lael led the District Three team into the room, happy to be the one to give the grand tour. She had been the one to pick out the decor, after all. The green wall leading down the corridor matched the pattern of the sofa in the sitting room perfectly, and she’d managed to nab those barstools from a Capitol artist who only sold three a year. 

“Tomas, your room is down on the right,” she pointed down the hall, then noted the other tribute room. After her wards had made their ways down, Lael turned to the mentors. They seemed tired, which frankly they had no right to be. It wasn’t like they worked most of the year.

“Well we all made it here in one piece!” she grinned at the unenthused veterans.

Of course they all made it there in one piece- she couldn’t help but inwardly cringe a little. Should she even bother with them? They’d been here way longer than she had. 

[taintedones]

‘   DIDN’T I JUST TELL YOU,  I’M NOT UPSET! ’    rubin’s voice was firm.   someone was approaching him,     likely the person who’d just attempted to console him.   no,   rubin wasn’t going to do it --- he would not cry.   though a lump in his throat was threatening to.  he gestured with his hands as he spoke,   ' i’m just feeling a little betrayed. ’  

his fingers found the stem of a wine glass  &  clutched it so tightly it threatened to break,  his voice raised pitch,   ‘  TEN YEARS  i’ve worked here,   giving everyone joy in the form of fashion.  what do they do?   decide to  go in another direction  like i’m some sort of road. ’  finalling,  rubin whipped round to see the person who had approached him,     ‘ do i look like a road to you?  ’