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Harlow hated the Bloodbaths. She always did.

Joule managed to escape from the chaos, which helped relieve some of the stress that had been coiling up in her gut all morning. She knew her own concerns had stretched beyond this year, went as far back as the 70th Games. Though as a Mentor, she had to watch, even as Gee had gotten killed by the little girl from Twelve.

She had to keep reminding herself that Joule was still alive, that she still needed them to help her get out of the Arena. But the mantra was drowning out of her head with the burn of whiskey running down her throat. She had tried to stay sober through this year, though also made that promise to herself knowing eventually it would cave. She could still hear the cheers and the shouting from behind her and she intentionally kept her back to the screen. She wouldn't look unless something was said about Joule. She didn't need to see the replays of the 'upset' from District Twelve.

The brutality of the Bloodbath was what always made her sick. And though she knew it wasn’t the same way she had lost Soren, she couldn’t help but correlate Gee’s death to his. To this Bloodbath with that one. It was why she had to get up from her spot in the viewing room and walk away, try to drown out the cheers and images of Gee’s death from her mind and get rid of the pain tearing at her heart again.

Harlow set her glass down and gently nudged it forward in a silent request for a refill. A shadow had cast over the bar top on her right and she glanced over at the person taking a seat next to her. "Couldn't handle the excitement, either?" she asked, turning her attention forward again as the Avox refilled her glass.

@ttwstarters

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So far, District Two had done better this year in the Bloodbath than the year prior. Ingrid had gotten herself in trouble with the boy from Three-- how the hell that happened was beyond him-- but at least she was still alive. And Josiah managed to get in a scrap with the kid from Four, and got a rope out of the deal. Not the most ideal thing, but it could be useful for the Arena. Still, he might need something more than rope if he was to get through The Games.

The Bloodbath was still very much in full force, Fell deciding to stick around and see if he could catch a glimpse of the kids from Four. He hadn’t seen Thalia yet, so he felt he needed to keep an eye out for her when she got back. As a stylist, she most likely had to go with the kids to the catacombs and prep them for the Arena. He knew she was pretty invested in the kids these Games, so he stuck around the viewing room.

Fell stood toward the back of the room, arms folded in front of himself as he watched the screen. Occasionally, his glance turned toward the door of the room when someone would come in until he spotted Thalia. He stood up a little straighter, letting out a “Hey,” in greeting to catch her attention.

“How was the trip?” he asked, deciding to ease into the summary of what Thalia might have missed, unless she had heard about any progress with Kai and Misty.

@thaliaohayon

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this was one of the parts of being a tribute he was not looking forward to. being paraded around like a spectacle was truly something he wanted to avoid at all costs, and yet there was no way for him to get out of it. so instead, he sat in his stylist’s chair, trying to not pick at his fingers, as his hair was messed with and his face was poked and prodded.

by the time they got to the eyelashes, he was almost on the verge of a panic attack, but his stylist had such a calming voice, such a soothing presence, that he managed to sit through the process and not have his eyeballs poked out. he was surprised at how weird it felt to have something so heavy on his face and how often he had to fight the urge to rub his eyes.

by the time he was on the chariot, he was exhausted and squinting at the bright lights that covered both him and his district partner. so focused on not falling off, he could barely lift his head to look at the crowd. however, after the motion became constant, he felt more confident, smiling and waving at the people in the crowd clamoring to get a look at them.

for the rest time in his life, he felt completely comfortable with people staring at him. and then the cheering got louder, and he wasn’t sure why, until he saw royce skating beside them. what was that feeling in his chest? did his heart skip a beat? for the boy he met in the hallway the day before?

and then, just as fast as he had caught up with them he was gone, and ember risked a look back at him. the two made eye contact for a moment, until he removed his gaze and focused back forward for the rest of the parade. he could not let a boy distract him from making his district proud.

after the parade was over, he was quick to try and find royce, and he did within a few minutes of searching. he smiled as he approached the other. “you’re really good on roller skates.” // starter for @vxctxrx

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