#vb128

[hollandwestbrook]

“I have to say, the food here is much better than prison food.” Holland’s crown sat atop her head, a weight that she was getting used to over the course of the night. While she knew the highlight of this event was the drinks for most people, she’d already visited the buffet table three or four times, returning to her table in the corner to eat. If anyone wanted to speak to her, they could. But there seemed to be a strange distance between her and everyone else. Maybe it was the thick ankle monitor; maybe it was the Peacekeeper who hovered a few yards away from her at all times.

Whatever it was, she was grateful. It meant she could spend more time on the roast beef.

[slateskylar]

Slate was sipping on a virgin cocktail with a crazy straw — definitely something they were serving for the under-ten crowd in attendance — as he approached Moxie. “I wanna show you something,” he said, “do you have ten minutes to slip away?”

@moxiepitlock​

[georgia-plains]

Georgia had gone all out for her first victor’s ball. Of course, the victor was not one of her tributes -- but she told herself that was mostly due to the fact that she had not yet, in fact, had any tributes.

It wasn’t because she’d joined a team that almost always lost. It wasn’t because District Nine was at a disadvantage. No, surely not.

Georgia held a smile bright on her lips, lifted a glass of champagne off a tray being passed by an Avox. “Cheers — to another great year!”

[moxiepitlocks]

“How are you holding up?” Moxie asked, she wanted more than anything to keep Clementine as far away from the new victor as possible. She had seen what Holland had done to Honey in the arena and now...Honey was gone and Holland stood alive, out of prison. “Sorry, I feel like I’m probably the millionth person to ask you that,” She said, arms coming to almost compulsively cross in front of her midsection, wanting to feel smaller, less noticable.

@lastpetals​

[everettlance]

“You know, if you sent Jeannie on an apology tour, you can tell her there’s no need,” Everett said. He hadn’t yet spoken to Jeannie at the ball, but their conversation in the viewing room at the end of the Games stood out, left him feeling uncertain, uncomfortable. Had she been genuine? Was she trying to lure him into a false sense of security?

@huntedhunter​

[heavy-lies-the-crcwn]

@georgia-plains​

Lilith had retrieved a glass of wine from a passing avox and let out a sigh of boredom. “To the start of a new games cycle.” She commented, raising he glass before taking a small sip and wrinkling her nose. “Ugh, what is this?” It wasn’t horrible, but it also wasn’t of her winery and therefore was undesired - at least by her own standards. 

[shark-bcit]

@selenehoneybell​

It’d been three months since her sisters’ deaths, two and a half since their funeral and two since she and Nereus had taken their ashes to the ocean. She’d dreaded the return to the Capitol, the return to acting as if everything were okay, the inability to paddle out into the waves and hide from everyone that didn’t know the particular hurt that resided still in her chest. But she was here now and she was determined not to let those that she knew would judge her to see her weak. So instead of hiding in the ocean, she was hiding behind multiple drinks and a fake smile and an act at the old her - the her before her sisters had died. 

“Well, hello gorgeous.” She purred as she came to Selene’s side, fingers moving around her fiancée’s waist. 

[cadebentley-archived]

HOLLAND WESTBROOK. 128TH VICTOR’S BALL.

Goddess of the underworld in dark lace and gothic details. Cade was helped heavily by Clementine, and she did most of the work. He did, however, sew the appliques onto the gloves and is stupid proud, though it took him the entire time it took Clem to do the whole outfit.