Freedom Comes With A Price

Reed|District 11|Victor of 90th|39

[milo-miller]

Milo walked into the tribute tower with a suitcase in hand. It has been a few years since Milo had left mentoring to help his family figure out life after his father’s death. He enjoyed being home but knew that he wasnt going to be able to stay forever. There hadn’t been a winner for District 9 since the 107th Hunger Games. He figured it was time for him to come back and try to help his District get a Victor. Or maybe it was time to get some space from his family.

 Looking around, it was exactly what he left behind. The design was the same, even the smell. Letting out a small sigh, the male put his suitcase on the floor for a moment and pushed his hair back a bit. “Well, I may be a little late to help out with the 117th games, but I am back for the 118th.” He mumbled to himself, loud enough that other’s could hear.

[victor-reed]

Reed just happened to be passing through the tower lobby when he noticed a familiar ace with suitcases. He crossed the space to the man “Milo?” He asked “What are you doing back in the tower?”

[drakexthornley]

victor-reed:

Reed frowned “I’m sorry, I lost both of my tributes to the bloodbath as well.”

“Looks like we’re in the same boat,” he droned. Cruz placed Rosemary in her crib where she quickly became distracted by her collection of plush toys, forgetting her father was there at all. “I can’t, but would you like a drink?” He wanted the other mentor to warm to him, if only slightly, for Harper’s sake. 

[victor-reed]

Reed nodded solemanly as he watched the man place his child in her crib. Reed perked up at the offer of a drink. “I would love one.” Reed replies before mulling over his next words. “May I ask you a question? I mean no offense with it.”

[theoscarotto]

victor-reed:

Reed nodded “It is unfornatunate.” Reed had his doubts about how much the man actually cared but all the children that had died in the bloodbath but he had to care to some level if he was trying to end the games…if he truely was trying to end the games and not just change the person in charge of the games. “Yes, yes it does. I have a feeling you have a suggestion on how I should spend that downtime.”

Hermes smirked devilishly, taking steps until he was no more than a foot from the man, their faces lined up with one another. “To think I was worried someone so brute wouldn’t have the brain capacity to catch on. Proud of you, Mr. MacPhee.” Wiggling his fingers, he invited the victor to tag along as he exited the viewing room.

[victor-reed]

Reed’s jaw clenched as the man came closer. He wasn’t fond of people being in his personal space. Reed smirked “I don’t know if I should be offended or appreciative of that comment.” Nonetheless, Reed followed the man in the black suit out of the viewing room.

[glittercaulder-blog]

victor-reed:

Reed shook his head “I hate the kids that don’t listen to their trainers and mentors.”

“It’s frustrating,” Glitter sighed softly.  “I don’t like it, but the Academy in One just breeds overconfidence.”

[victor-reed]

“Shouldn’t you be able to change what the Academy teaches since you’re a victor?” Reed asked with honest curiosity.

[marinaoakland]

victor-reed:

Reed nodded “I think Bean was one of the first truely strong willed tributes we had had in years.”

“You’re probably right about that,” Marina replied with a nod.  “She was very strong.”

[victor-reed]

Reed swallowed hard. He looked up at Marina “Apperently not strong enough though.”

[victor-reed]

Reed felt sick to his stomach has he watched the bodies of the already fallen tributes be raised around the Christmas tree. “Now that’s just sick and creepy.” He muttered to himself.

[victor-reed]

Reed was in now unused training room letting off some steam with a sword when he saw the next event planned by the Gamemakers. He watched as the snowballs recked havoc on the arena and tributes. “Seriously? You have to go an hurt the poor defenseless raindeer?” He shook his head in disgust of the animals being hurt but not at the children being hurt.

[marinaoakland]

victor-reed:

Reed frowned “The girl seems pretty vicious and like she has quite the will to live.” Reed nodded “It is what it is. I wasn’t particularly close with them. But thank you.”

“She does,” Marina agreed.  “It’s always hard when the kids seem pretty weak willed.”  District Eleven seemed to have a hard time with successful tributes.

[victor-reed]

Reed nodded “I think Bean was one of the first truely strong willed tributes we had had in years.”

[glittercaulder-blog]

victor-reed:

“Did you at least tell him not to go off killing his partner?” Reed asked curiously.

“Of course I told him that,” Glitter replied with a sigh.  “I told them to work together.”

[victor-reed]

Reed shook his head “I hate the kids that don’t listen to their trainers and mentors.”

[scarlet-gryffon-blog]

Scarlet had just witnessed the results of the 117th bloodbath and to her amazement she had both of her kidlets make it through the first minute of the games, that was something that never happened with district eight. “Here is to my two tributes surviving the blood bath, my first pair to ever make it out of that mess alive!” she said and held up a shot of unknown contents, she made a face at the odd mixture “Oh dear god that was horrible… I’m never mixing mint liquor and fire-ball again.”

@victor-reed​

[victor-reed]

Reed walked into the bar hearing the end of Scarlett’s toast and her comment on the mixture. He quickly got his own drink and sat down next to her. He held it up in a toast before throwing the shot back. “Why would you ever mix those things?” He asked with a laugh.

[drakexthornley]

victor-reed:

Reed nodded slowly to acknowledge Cruz’s answer. Reed’s eyes shifted to the screen behind Rosemary. “How are your tributes fairing?”

“They’re dead,” he replied. He almost loathed the short and melancholic man he had allowed himself to become, but was more committed to his misery than he was his recovery. Nobody wanted to hear that a mentor simply didn’t care that their adolescent tributes were dead. 

[victor-reed]

Reed frowned “I’m sorry, I lost both of my tributes to the bloodbath as well.”

[theoscarotto]

victor-reed:

Reed wasn’t sure what exactly he should expect from this interaction and couldn’t put away the thought that this could be a trap so he couldn’t allow himself to relax.

“I think you know the answer to that Mr. Magnifico. However, I will indulge you and say that they did not fair as well as my tributes have the past few years.”

“Unfortunate,” he replied casually, dipping his head in the way those do when interacting with the down-trodden. “Leaves you with a lot of time on your hands. Especially if this arena lasts nearly as long as the last. A whole week’s worth of downtime.”

[victor-reed]

Reed nodded “It is unfornatunate.” Reed had his doubts about how much the man actually cared but all the children that had died in the bloodbath but he had to care to some level if he was trying to end the games...if he truely was trying to end the games and not just change the person in charge of the games. “Yes, yes it does. I have a feeling you have a suggestion on how I should spend that downtime.”

[marinaoakland]

victor-reed:

Reed nodded slowly in agreement. “Shit” he groaned as his first tribute fell victim to the female from District four. Perhaps it was better for this tributes to die early rather than freeze to death later. Although it means his payment will be less than last year. “Have much hope for your tributes this year?” He asked

Marina watched as Sierra took out the tribute.  “They’re both capable,” she told Reed.  She wasn’t exactly sure how capable, but they scored high enough in training that the sponsors had their interests piqued.  That mattered.  “I have faith in both of them.  I’m sorry about yours.”

[victor-reed]

Reed frowned “The girl seems pretty vicious and like she has quite the will to live.” Reed nodded “It is what it is. I wasn’t particularly close with them. But thank you.”

[glittercaulder-blog]

victor-reed:

Reed had always despised the careers but he despised them even more when they turned on their own district mates. Reed shook his head in disapproval. “I doubt he does. That was idiotic decision.” 

“Of course it was,” Glitter sighed with a shake of her head.  “I don’t know what he was thinking.  It’s always better to form a tentative alliance at least until the bloodbath is over.”

[victor-reed]

“Did you at least tell him not to go off killing his partner?” Reed asked curiously.

[victor-reed]

hermesmagnifico:

“I’m looking forward to see how your two will fair,” he muttered complimentarily. Giving the man a glance up and down, he cleared his throat as though to hammock past the topic and into another. “And yourself? How have you prepared yourself to be better? Results cannot be expected to lean in your favor without some sort of change.”

Reed licked his lips nervously at the man’s question. “I’m still recovering from my losses last game.” He said simply.

[zephoniaprior]

Elaria stared intently at the screen as the launch took place in front of her eyes. It was…different to say the least. There hadn’t been a snowy arena in years, not since her arena, to the best of her memory, and seeing the ice and snow on the screen again put Elaria abnormally on edge. Both of her tributes were dead within minutes, and, by this stage in her mentoring career, she could no longer be surprised when she heard the cannons signalling their respective deaths.

As someone sat down beside her, Elaria jumped involuntarily, her breathing heavy. “Sorry-” She said, turning to the person who had joined her.

[victor-reed]

Reed hadn’t mean to startle the other mentor when he sat next to her so he was quick to apologize. “No it’s my bad. Sorry for startling you.”

[victor-reed]

artemisxsnow:

Artemis couldn’t help but grin when she saw the designs for the arena. Despite her family no longer being in charge of the Games, it was good to see that the gamemakers still had some creativity left. She was stationed in the viewing rooms for the launch, and was making her way around with flutes of champagne, stopping in front of the District 11 mentor, and holding one out to him.

Reed was snapped back to reality when someone approached him and extended a flute of champagne out to him. His eyes shifted up to the girl’s face. It was oddly familiar but he couldn’t place why it was familiar. He took the flute from her. “Thank you.” He replied before shifting his eyes back to the screen. “What do you think of the arena?” He asked before shifting his eyes back to the girl so he could see her reply since he assumed like most avoxes she had no ability to speak.