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margotnovak‌:

                                                 — “LITTLE COLD FOR A WALK, ISN’T IT?”

 Never mind the fact it was probably also too cold to be sitting outside on her porch, which was exactly what Margot Novak was doing. Settled into an overly-plush outdoor sofa with a rapidly-cooling cup of tea letting steam into the air and the low hum of the radio beside her as her only companion, Margot Novak was really in no position to be questioning the figure passing by her house about the cold.

It was cold, though. Victor’s Village wasn’t far from the mountains of Two, where winter came and stayed like an uninvited house guest, killing just-blooming plants throughout March, sometimes even sneaking into April. This was just the beginning of the cold. A warmer person would have invited the person out of the cold and into their home. Margot did not. 

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gravcs‌:

The Village’s winter arrived in increments; a light dusting of snowflakes overnight heeded you, then came the sudden, stark breezes that raised sharp goose flesh on your neck, and finally the mellow autumn ambiance fizzing out in the grey film of a slow-brewing blizzard, the whole world collapsing in on itself. It didn’t have to be entirely suffocating however, not in Mercury’s opinion, at least. It was his life long experience in District 5 that dictated this within him — a childhood in the upper Midwest of Panem was not intended for the faint of heart. He learned to make do, what with all the time he was concealed indoors in between shifts at the power plant.

Merc also built up a resistance to the cold. His skin had no other choice, all those nights in the raw snow, it was either adapt or lose all his limbs and appendages in a stubborn fit. So, in spite of the biting wind, he gladly took his company around the Village, strumming his guitar, singing old holiday songs from Five. He ambled by houses, probably appearing drunk although he’d been sober for nearly fifteen hours. He couldn’t say it was a terribly frequent occurrence that someone paid attention to him whenever he made these musical strolls, but what else did he expect eventually?

Blinking, unfazed, he continued to lazily strum, cocking his head sideways. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be a bother. It’s just so quiet around here. It’s deafening, even. Absolutely insufferable.” 

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carina-minuet‌:

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Carina was so, so grateful that she could have groceries delivered to her in the Victor’s Village. The bombs going off in the marketplace had felt like a wake-up call, and she had no idea what to do next. The rebels had already targetted her house with their graffiti, and she knew she was under additional scrutiny from Snow as a result.

Truth be told, Carina was scared. So she did what she always did when she was scared; retreated in on herself, and refused to see or talk to anyone.

The delivery driver knew to leave her food on the front lawn, and that she’d go outside after night fell to take the boxes through to the kitchen. Unfortunately, last night something had fallen from one of the boxes without her noticing, and she needed it now.

Dressed and made-up for the quick dash down her garden path, just in case, Carina stood behind her front door building up her courage before throwing it open and running for the box of flavoured coffee syrups.

Clutching the box to her chest, she looked up and felt her heart sink as she locked eyes with a fellow human being. “I’m not here,” she said hurriedly.

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andieglass‌:

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her house had always felt like a stranger’s home. at most, it was a temporary stop on the way to someone else’s bed, someone else’s heart andromeda would try to find her home in instead. andie couldn’t stand the empty hallways and rooms, couldn’t be left alone with her thoughts. she needed people around her, admirers, anyone to distract her from her scars and lack of self confidence. her only comfort was her brother, but he couldn’t always be there, nor would andromeda want him to think she needed him there in the first place. there hadn’t been much left of andie after her games, but her stubborn attitude towards her brother had remained unchanged.

she’d had to make the house work for her for the past few weeks. andie had almost been bedbound - if not by sickness, it would be because of her inability to follow through on her usual distractions. she couldn’t go dancing, couldn’t drink, couldn’t smoke, or fuck around, or not give a shit. and her house, that already gave her chills at the best of times, was the prison confirming her condition. she was scared, antsy – paced up and down the halls in an attempt to make the place more familiar ( maybe if she saw the mirror in the front hall often enough.. ).

it didn’t work. and at last, a weak attempt was made at finding some new comfort, finding a new way to cope. she sat, wrapped up in a blanket at the edge of her porch. she looked ill, her eyes hollow and skin dull - weeks of isolation and morning sickness taking its toll. next to her, there were a tea pot and a couple cups ( like she’d been expecting company ).

“hey—-” andie called out to the first person she saw, only barely able to make out their figure, they were quite far away still ( and most likely hadn’t planned to go up to andie at all, really.. ) “do you want a cup of tea ??”

there was something desperate about the offer. a need for company.

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snowcordelia‌:

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“I’m sorry, can we do it again?” Cordelia asked to the cameraman as the stylist came into sight to fix the long strands of hair that acted as the frame of an uneasy face. The cloudy horizon was a warning: she needed to get it once before the rain made them lose the chance of getting a perfect shot. Considering the level of technology the Capitol owned, it was able to change the weather out of boredom or need. One day it could be raining, other snowing…the brightest sun could be up decorating the blue background or the biggest moon could be shining through the darkness. It was almost like another arena. It only took her a second to let her eyes rest on the houses inhabited by survivors of the worst artificial weather conditions to reproach herself for such thoughtless idea. Who was a doctor who had been brought up in a crystal castle to even consider having the right to speak about how the games were? 

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vistadelaroux‌:

Vista had spent weeks setting up her haunted walkway leading up to and around their house. It was a tradition and she wanted to outdo what they did last year. What fun was Halloween if you couldn’t scare a few people along the way. At least this was controlled scares and no one was going to get hurt. To be safe, there was no pyrotechnics this year. They had all had enough of that.

“There is giant candy bars at the end of it, do you think you can make it?” She asked the person that had come to a stop by her chair. “I mean we all have things we’re scared of, right?”

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victorspride‌:

The night was still young, yet Hudson had managed to visit all the houses open for trick or treating in the Village thanks to his well-developed stamina from track. He began en route to the Capitol for some extra grabs, hoping to find the residences giving out king sized chocolate bars, balancing Rosie on one hip and carting around a bag teeming with candies in his opposite hand. As he approached the gate he felt his little sister shuffle in his arm, a rush of panic overwhelming his system before he lost equilibrium, sending them both tumbling into the dirt. His ankles were twisted and half the candy they’d collected had spilled from the pillowcase. 

“Shoot…” he murmured. It hurt whenever he tried to bring his feet up; ankles swelling rapidly and knots growing from the impact. He checked on Rosie, who of course was in a puddle of tears beside him. “Shh, it’s okay — ah, shit.” Hudson couldn’t refrain from cursing. He quickly pulled her into his lap without moving his bottom half, scooping up a nearby candy and occupying her with that while he inspected her for bruising or any other damage.

It wasn’t long until they’d caught the attention of passersby. “Uhhh, don’t mind us. We’re just… Chillin’.” he reassured, his voice muffled from the sheet covering his face. ( @uvstarters​ )

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persephonejollet‌:

Persephone was glad to have Mason and Lyssa back at home. They got to leave before most of the Victors, mostly since they only had bumps and bruises versus the larger injuries the Victors received. That in part had been courtesy of Ares, and she wanted to see him and see how he was holding up. But she also wanted her kids to have fun, so they got dressed up in their costumes and they went down street by street to visit the Victors’ homes. At least those with their lights on.

She waited at the end of the street, Mason insisting that they were old enough to be able to go around to the houses and get candy on their own. And Persephone knew she shouldn’t hover, but since the attack, she couldn’t help it. She watched her kids carefully as they went from house to house, only looking away when she heard someone approach.

“Hey,” she greeted, “a little chilly tonight, isn’t it?” Her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest, the thin jacket she wore not helping much to block the chill of the night. //@uvstarters​

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ares-carnahan‌:

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His face hurt.

Ares was refusing medication to try and fight through the pain, thinking that it was partly responsible for why he was having so many gaps in his memory. As soon as he had gotten back to his quiet mansion from the Capitol Hospital, he immediately fell into his own bed to try and sleep it off. He kept his painkiller at bay, hoping that he could make it as long as he could until the pain naturally went away on its own. 

Except it didn’t, and he was miserable, even after days of being released from the hospital. 

So, he decided to try and occupy his time as much as possible, but up until he managed to change his lighter bandages on his own and actually saw how bad the wound was did he really understand that perhaps it wasn’t the medicine that was making him have memory gaps. He didn’t remember Serenity being in the bed with him, he only remembered that Fell had been there at all when he brought it up to him again, and he misplaced the memory of a panic attack when Seph was standing there in comfort. 

The fear of his lost memories and the pain he was feeling made him have panic attacks alone in his mansion. It was hard to deal with but he managed to self-soothe and go to sleep soon after. The minute he remembered how bad his face looked, the angrier he became at whoever had blown up the market and the angrier he got at himself for letting him get hurt at all. He couldn’t imagine Serenity even stomaching to look at him with how bad he was messed up. 

One morning, when he realized the day was beautiful and the air was at a nice temperature, he decided to open the front door and let the air in as well as one of the back windows to let the cross breeze come in. Eventually, he had to change his bandages again and after a mishap in the bathroom caused pain, he was immediately sent into a foul mood but managed to get them changed. Now his head was pounding and his left eye was aching, and instead of going straight for his medicine, he went to the cabinet in the kitchen where he had one bottle of whiskey left, poured himself a shot and took it without a care in the world.

If anyone caught him, he wasn’t sure if he cared. At least it took the edge off.

Except he wished he hadn’t when he heard a knock on the door and his name echoing into the main room. He quickly put the bottle away and put the glass in the sink, grimacing as his head throbbed again.

“Who is it?” he called out.

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valor-rosierarcher‌:

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Valor had spent the better part of a week taking care of his husband in and out of the hospital. He hadn’t been able to sleep in his own bed in half a week (not that he could sleep anyway) and seeing how relieved his children were to have their Pop home was endearing, but also made Valor feel insignificant to their family.

He managed to get everything he needed to do done, so Valor informed Rhys he would be spending an hour or two to get some air. He could tell Rhys was getting concerned, but Valor was attempting his best to pretend everything is okay. Even though he brought his journal and a pen with him on his small walk.

His therapist had told him that most things would get fixed within 90 days of them happening. Stress and the worse times don’t last longer than that, but it was coming up on that 90 day mark and Valor felt more and more hopeless as time went on. The reminder to take his medication was there, but at this point, he didn’t have the energy to do that. He was too busy doing everything else to remember to take care of himself first. 

So Valor went on his walk on a crisp, chilly afternoon with a clear sky and changing leaves and went to the small community garden in the Village. He sat down at a picnic table with a sigh, his body hurting from lack of sleep and constantly running around the house. It took him a second to find the willpower to start on his project, but he did. He opened up the journal and stared at the next blank page. He didn’t feel anything when he did it, which was the scariest part.

He spent only twenty minutes slowly trying to think of what to write in his journal, the brain fog becoming worse and worse as he did so. It was as if his thoughts were dying as he thought them. Sighing in frustration, he slapped the pen down and rubbed a hand across his face, exhaustion peaking in every line in his skin.

Then, a voice broke the concentration and panic overwhelmed him and he slapped his journal closed and looked up to the person standing above him.

“You scared the hell out of me,” Valor said drowsily.

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dahlia-holmes‌:

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The aftermath of the bombing was over, but that didn’t settle Dahlia’s mind. She was thankful that no one from District Seven had been caught in the crossfire and she was beginning to see people come home from the hospital at that point. with her being nearly eight months pregnant, she couldn’t go anywhere. The thought haunted her that she could have accidentally been up there for some reason, whether it be for an appointment or to get out of the house. To think of what would have happened to her unborn son if she had gotten involved in that was horrifying. 

Because of that, and Reid’s insistent kicking into her kidney, left her with minimal sleep. 

So one morning, she decided to go outside, waddling to get to her favorite chair on her porch. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and one of her red flannels and a pair of leggings. Her feet were too swollen to wear shoes so she went outside with socks on. Dahlia eased herself into the chair with a heavy breath, her hair pulled back into a messy bun to keep out of her face as she rubbed her stomach. Reid was flipping and excited all morning and it was starting to wear on her. 

Still, she leaned back in the chair and watched the nearly empty streets. Her eyes traveled down to different houses, looking to see if she could spot anybody familiar. She couldn’t help but lean forward to check further down toward Delsin’s house, unsure if he was out and about. She didn’t see any activity, so she frowned and leaned back again. After a moment, her exhaustion got the best of her and she rubbed her face with her hands, trying to press her palms into her eyes. Once she did, she heard her name and she looked over.

“Yeah?” she asked, blinking the sleep from her eyes to see who it was. 

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fellvasile‌:

After seeing Ares & Alex in the hospital, Fell had returned to the Victor’s Village. Persephone had wanted to see Ares, and he didn’t want to sit in on that conversation. So he had decided to return to the Village for the night, and he would be back at the hospital first thing in the morning. While he did see Ares as family, he told himself he wouldn’t get involved with the Carnahan family drama, unless Eladora intended on starting anything. 

So he returned to the Village, making his way back toward his mansion. With how wound up he was earlier, he was much calmer now. Once he actually got to see Ares and Alex for himself, he was fine. But he also felt tired, remained quiet even as he walked through the Village.

He was making his way toward his home when he spotted someone walking toward him out of his peripheral. Probably a Peacekeeper about to ask where the hell he was going. “I’m just walking home,” he murmured, “unless that’s something to be arrested for, too.” //@uvstarters

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indie-hollis‌:

The hospital was suffocating. 

Indie’s decade-old burn wounds had reopened, the right side of her body screaming with that familiar pain from when she had caused an explosion in her own arena years ago. The burns weren’t as bad as they had been upon her exit from the arena. This time, though, there was the falling rubble. And when a cement block fell on her left arm, pinning her to the ground as searing hot pain returned to her skin and up those scars that remained on her flesh, Indie thought she very well could die here. In what was supposed to be the safest place in the country.

She’d been thrown into the hospital- one of the first to be evacuated from the site due to being a public persona- and had her wounds bandaged, her arm carefully wrapped and placed into a cast. And she’d been left there. The room was stark white, the air stagnant and nearly impossible to breathe.

As soon as she’d been given the go-ahead after several days, Indie spent as much time in the hospital cafeteria as possible. The amount of people here was comforting; she loved the circulation and the motion of people going about their business here. So here Indie sat, slowly munching through an apple that she’d picked up off the produce table, when a figure approached close to her.

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oliver-pembrooke‌:

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Ollie had been having probably the worst two days in the world. 

Not that anybody he loved was injured from the blast in the Capitol, but because the part of him that empathized with people was getting the best of him. Because of that, over the last two days, Ollie had three seizures. His body was torn up from the effort of them and he was exhausted. No one could leave the Village, let alone their houses for that matter after some Victors caused a fuss outside regarding those who were missing. Olile’s heart hurt for them, even if he didn’t know them well. He couldn’t imagine what he’d do if it had been any of his sisters or his parents in that thing.

The thought of it alone had brought him into a seizure as it worked him up to the point it set it off. He hated that the thing that caused his seizures was stress. It was a stressful world they lived in and there was no cure-all for his condition. He had to live with the consequences of being born that way. 

In the late morning of the third day, the Village seemed quieter than normal, as he found out that the lock down had been lifted. So, in order to get some air, Ollie had gone out onto the front porch to sit down on the steps, leaning his head against the banister as he watched the empty streets. The sky wasn’t full of smoke and flames anymore, but he couldn’t imagine how many people had died out there. If there would be funerals for the people from the Village. He felt himself get worked up and he took a deep breath, clenching his fists. He didn’t want to have another one. His parents had been through enough as it was.

Eventually, Summer joined him outside and she curled up with him, leaning her head against his side and they ended up talking about random things. Ollie was glad to oblige, wanting to get his mind off of anything serious at all. Except in the midst of the conversation, he heard a noise of someone coming toward him and he lifted his head, looking for the source of it.

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falco-fields‌:

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When the explosion happened, Falco had been in the shower. 

It scared him when he heard the rumble and the banging coming from far away, so he immediately got out and put on pants without drying off, afraid of what might have happened. Thankfully, Aspen had also been home at the time so he didn’t have to worry about her. Aurelia was a whole other story as she was living in the Capitol now. There was no way for him to get a hold of her, to figure out where she might have been, but as he tried to go outside, the Peacekeepers had already begun to shut down everything, requiring everyone to be in quarantine.

No one was questioned to his knowledge, but Falco could tell there were family members missing and it made his heart ache for those affected. So he stayed inside with his daughter for the first day and into the next. It wasn’t until dawn of the third day that the quarantine was lifted and Falco still couldn’t bring himself to go look for Aurelia. The last thing he needed was to make a scene, even if his heart and his paternal instinct was demanding him to go find his daughter. 

So instead, he sat outside on his front porch like he did. He watched the streets as people left to the Capitol. Some people he didn’t know, some he knew briefly. Still, he stayed where he was with a cup of coffee in hand, having slept very little over the last few days in his worry for Aurelia. He took a small sip before he saw someone walking by who didn’t seem to be in as much of a hurry as others.

“Did they finally let up on the lockdown?” Falco asked; it was pretty obvious, but he wanted to make sure. “Any news of what happened?”

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del-pixel‌:

Pixel’s face blanched.

“No, of course not,” she said curtly to the Capitolite. “Please… please don’t mention that again.”

She turned and walked away. Sure, he could have been a rebel simply scouting for the cause. But it was more likely that he worked for the Capitol. For the President and the Gamemakers. If she said one affirming word, let one idea out there that she might be rebelling in any serious way…

Pixel had eight siblings left to worry about, after all.

Her mind was frazzled as she nearly ran into another figure standing nearby. It took her by surprise; Pixel very rarely actually ran into somebody on accident, since she’d never been particularly clumsy. 

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fellvasile‌:

He probably looked crazy. He had just left the garden to go into the ballroom, only to step back out ten minutes later. Was that how long that conversation lasted?

Fell’s mind was still buzzing with what he heard. It wasn’t a surprise that there was a group intent on standing up against the Capitol, that they would have made such a bold effort to talk with the Victors and try to rally them to their cause. Fell just felt like he was being jerked around, pulled into a cause where he would just be a piece in someone else’s game. Fell played in The Games before, he did not need to be in another one.

Much like any other party at the President’s Mansion, Fell hoped that the night would end quickly and they could all just get out. Put this night behind him and forget it happened. But he was only growing more agitated with himself, even entertaining the thought that the woman had planted in his mind. He made his way further down the balcony, away from the doors where two Peacekeepers stood, watching the grounds and large path leading to the garden. Fell couldn’t help but feel their gazes burning into his back. 

The sound of more footsteps had Fell’s jaw clench. That damn girl was too persistent. “I said not to follow me,” he almost growled. When there was no response, he glanced back over his shoulder and let out a sigh. “Thought you were someone else.” //@uvstarters