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Celeste Mora | D4 | Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games

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Paige looked horrified by that explanation and she wrapped her arms around herself. “That’s terrible. It does matter. Everyone here is important to someone and each deserve better than this. I can’t look past those things — I can’t bring myself to hate anyone here.” 

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"Well, it doesn't matter to me. But you're right. It does matter to a lot of people." Celeste said slowly and frowned. "If it didn't matter none of us would be as entertaining, as pulling on your heart strings, as tear jerking, as 'aw poor Victors, poor little Tributes you shouldn't have to be going through this again' which is raking in the views this year I promise you. I wish it didn't matter, because if it didn't matter none of us would have to be here. But it doesn't matter to me," she repeated almost just to herself. There was only one person, besides herself, going into the Arena that mattered to her. That was why this was going to be just another Arena.

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"Celeste, I don’t mean to be rude while you’re trying to be all sensible, but I hope you realize that there isn’t a bone in my body that cares enough to carry myself down to that hall of sweat and downers like yourself." Felix sighed, examining his nails. "The thing is, I’ll go down and train whenever I want. I don’t need you to scold me for not being down there now. Instead of meeting irrelevant people that will die anyways, I’ve taken to this roof top to get this fabulous tan and now that’s being interrupted by a Victor like you."

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"Kid, you aren't worth enough to me to scold your dumb ass. The more time you waste thinking you're fabulous when you aren't worth shit to anyone here, besides the poor Avoxes who have to do what you say, the better it is for me." Celeste said smirking a little bit. The gall on some of these Tributes. Career or not, did they honestly think that the Capitol people who had grown to know her and the rest of the Victors were going to give a shit about anything they said or did? 

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Felix was already starting to like this girl and he hummed a ‘Mhm!’ in response to her question. “Proud of it,” He said to her before reaching up into the air and snapping his fingers, an Avox coming to his side. “Can you clean this up, please?” The Avox nodded before picking up the glass and soggy umbrella, dismissing himself with the items. Felix put out the cigarette before putting his hands behind his head and relaxing further. “Anyways, I’m Felix — and you, you’re Celeste, yes?” Felix always kept up with the Games, solely for the fashion so any Victor was easy to name.

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"Yep, Celeste Mora." She said hopping up onto the rail to take a seat, swinging her legs back and forth. "So, what's your excuse for not training? Don't need it? You think you can take down twenty four people who have all together murdered about like... at the very least fifty people? Plus twenty three more." Kids like that were going to be easy, easy enough she could be friendly with them because she knew she wasn't going to be the one who was going to kill him. He was going to be an embarrassment to his district and die in the bloodbath probably. 

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Mlee's selfie obsession part 5/?.

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“Ew?” Felix mumbled, taking a deep breath when he heard the glass clinking against the concrete, contents no doubt spilled and the paper umbrella probably ruined. Felix tsked, opening one eye to look at her. “And to think I was going to compliment you on that adorable blue streak in your hair.”

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Celeste turned away from the edge of the building and leaned against the railing giving a small teasing pout. "Aw, don't sulk. There is ubiquitous amounts of alcohol here." She said in a light voice giving her hair a small flip. "So, who are you? You've gotta be from One right?" A career slacking off on training wasn't something that was common, but One was more possible than two. People from One seemed to be a bit less... into training. At least from her observations.

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The rush of being ushered into the Tribute Center had calmed down quite a while ago and Felix took to the roof. Already making himself at home, he had an Avox lay down a beach towel on the ground with a neck pillow to rest his head. Beside him sat a martini with an orange umbrella with little black birds on it, teetering on the edge. Felix’s cigarette rested between his fingers as he took a drag and exhaled, grinning to himself as he heard someone coming up. "Come for an autograph?"

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"Ew." Celeste said in a flat voice to the boy from who the hell knew where as he spoke when she walked across the roof towards the edge. A Career probably, or an extremely confident Tribute from a lower district she guessed. She needed to get away from the crowd and clear this pounding in her head -- which was not from a hangover. It wasn't. But the last thing she needed to see was alcohol, or some dumb ass teenage boy who thought he was the shit drinking. So her foot may have accidentally knocked over his drink as she walked past, "oops." 

Celeste stepped up onto the railing and looked over the edge of the building, taking a breath and missing the smell of the ocean. Stupid Capitol.

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District Four Floor [D4 People]

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Thalassa took the glass of champagne with a small smile, plopping herself gently onto the couch next to Everett. Staring at the sparkling drink, she took a tentative sip before placing the flute down onto her lap between her hands. 

"I’ve spoken to some of the other tributes and most of the Victors have given me bits and pieces of advice. But Everett and I have made an alliance." She tilted her head slightly to the left, glancing at the older girl with wide eyes. "I don’t think this is an ideal situation to be making out with other Victors or tributes. It’s a little odd, isn’t it?"

She shrugged at the last question. Thalassa didn’t think the Victors would very much enjoy hearing that she didn’t plan on killing anyone to survive. Or perhaps they would, since it gained only more of a chance and advantage for them. Who knows?

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"I can say that I’ve spoken to one too many victors," Everett responded to Celeste, twirling his glass in his hands as he spoke, "All telling me I have as much chance as the next person." He let out a dry laugh; he’d been less cynical at the beginning of the night, mostly just looking forward to a meal and a quiet place, but now he’d just been worn out with pointless talk and pleasantries. 

"You sound like you’re speaking from experience," He went on, finally turning to look at the victor with a questioning expression, "Is that something you do often? Maybe that’s how you two got together?" Everett asked, motioning from Celeste to Porter. He really had no idea if the two were together, really, he was just trying to get a personal question aimed at someone else in the room. 

"As for the arena, not really, maybe dig a grave?" 

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Porter took the drink from Celeste, and sat on the arm of her chair looking over the two tributes. Honestly he was thankful that he wasn’t a mentor this year because as far as he was concerned neither of these kids had what it took. And that wasn’t meant to be an insult either. People who had what it took to win the Games were never good people.

He drank from his class, and sent the boy a silencing look over the top of it, when he asked about them being a couple, before lowering it from his mouth. “First rule about being here in the Capitol? Don’t say anything you’ve going to regret.” Porter said his eyes narrowing a bit, before he glanced around the room in an almost paranoid manner. There was a difference between Celeste and him sleeping in the same room and not exactly being very subtle about being together (because soon one, or both of them would be dead), and the Tributes buying into, and spreading (true) rumors that could be over heard and have serious consequences.

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"That's good, you two should stick together, and avoid a career alliance this year. Lets face it you'd be seen as weak links, besides there are two many careers running around and I doubt there is even going to be an alliance. But if you get asked -- just say no." She had been seen as a weak link in her year, basically all they used her for was survival. And now they were all dead because of her... 

Celeste laughed when Thalassa suggested it was weird to be getting involved with other Tributes, or Victors and sent her a look. "Honey, you're going to die soon. When is a better time?" Her eyes darted towards Everett and opened her mouth to reply when Porter spoke instead. She laughed and elbowed him in the leg, which was really the only part of him her elbow could reach how they were sitting. "Don't be so dramatic," she turned to Everett, "but basically... sort of. I had to get the upper hand somehow, getting on my mentors good side seemed like the best way. We're not allowed to be seeing each other though. I mean... We've never been explicitly told that we can't, but it's assumed. I have to be available for all my 'fans'."

She flashed the younger boy a wide fake smile before shaking her head and nearly slumping down as she finished off her first glass. "He has a point though, you have to watch what you say. They'll always be watching."

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"Everyone here is," Paige said, quietly saying thank you to the Avox who was quick to bring back a glass and the bottle. "It’s kind of annoying, honestly. It’d be so much easier if there was a jerk here, but there isn’t. There’s no one to hate, most people are married, have children — it sucks.”

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Celeste thought for a moment about that, before taking a drink. "I disagree," she said slowly. "There are plenty of people to hate. And it doesn't matter if anyone is nice, or if they have kids, or a family, or are a child. They're going to die whether it be by your hand, or someone elses. It doesn't matter. Odds are they're going to die. Odds are we're going to die too. It doesn't matter. That's why there are plenty of people to hate." Celeste gave a small nod towards television screen where they were talking about The Games and how everyone in the Capitol was so excited.

She wasn't very politically inclined, and her hate of the Capitol didn't have anything to do with the Rebellion, or any need to make things better for Panem. They were purely selfish. But that didn't mean she hated the Capitol any less then other people.

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"…Oh. Well, that puts things into perspective." Paige said, looking down into the glass before downing the rest. It burned on its way down, and she slammed the cup on the table, face scrunched. "Oh gosh," She said, patting her chest as Celeste spoke to the Avox. "I haven’t done that in a while. If she’s getting the whole bottle, I’m gonna need a bigger glass.”

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"Oh my god, I need to shut up. I don't know why I keep saying shit like this to people," Celeste muttered almost to herself as she shook her head. "I'm not supposed to be helping. The more insecure you are the better chance I have." She let out a dramatic sigh, and grabbed the bottle, pouring both of them drinks. "I'm too damn nice."

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"I’m finding that hard to believe," Paige said, taking another sip of the alcohol. "You could probably take a whole army on. You’re more prepared than most people here, so that gives you a pretty good head start. I’m jealous, really."

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"Being prepared has nothing to do with physical abilities. Trust me, the only reason I won my games was because I poisoned all my real competitors, because I was the only one between us who knew how to cook." Celeste shook her head a little bit and leaned back, "and because my mentor..." She contemplated her glass for a moment, as if she was lost in thought -- thoughts about how things were going to play out this year in the Arena with her and Porter together -- before straightening up motioning for the Avox, "Hey, can you just bring me the whole bottle? Thanks."

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Paige smiled up at the girl, offering a small wave before chuckling. “A nice time is the last thing I’d describe this scene right now. I can’t even take a whole shot, how can I tackle someone down in the arena?” She joked, trying to keep the mood light. She studied the girl’s face before recognition flashed. “Oh, you’re Celeste, right?”

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"Thanks." Celeste said taking her glass from the Avox and looking back at the blonde. "That's me. Celeste Mora." she confirmed and downed the drink in her hand before smirking a little. "Well... I can take a whole shot and still can't tackle shit. Plus I'm a career so that's more of an embarrassment to that. So, try not to feel so bad."

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POISON & WINE -- a celeste/porter fanmix

➥ I don't have a choice and I still choose you

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Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit

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Paige had been sitting in the lounge room alone for a while now. At first she was watching television, listening to the sounds of reporters ranting and raving about the latest trends surrounding the Quell and the excitement made her feel sick. After about an hour of watching, she ordered a drink, ‘something strong’ she told the man. She was presented with a small shot glass with an amber colored liquid inside of it. Paige hadn’t had a decent drink in four years since she was old enough to do so, and if she was being honest, she forgot the taste. She smelled it first, nose wrinkling before she took a sip, just to see if it was even good. Paige decided that it would be best if she took it slow anyways, whatever was in the glass could be potent enough to have her stumbling all over the Tribute Center and that was the last thing she wanted. As she sat alone, she didn’t bother turning around for the footsteps she heard.

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Celeste needed a good mouth wash, or brain cleanse or... something. She always did after she got done with some old Capitol man who liked to call himself a 'fan'. So, she decided the only thing that could do both of those things was going to be a drink. She wasn't surprised the lounge was as empty as it was in the Tribute Center this year had sort of... upped the ante. Everyone was probably off training, or getting Sponsors like she had just been insuring. But even though it was almost empty it wasn't completely empty.

"Hello, hello!" Celeste greeted almost cheerfully to the blonde sitting there drinking. "Seems like we had the same idea," she said smirking a bit, as she motioned for the Avox to get her a drink. "Looks like you're having a nice time then."

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District Four Floor [D4 People]

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Thalassa was used to waking up early and getting work done before the school doors opened, so it only came natural to wake up early while at the Capitol. She stayed in her bedroom, not wanting to disturb any of her District partners in case they were still asleep. She was looking through the items that were in her room, clicking through choices on the menu for a view, when she heard the first few notes of some familiar song.

Pushing her door open, she peered out of the hallway to see Celeste peeking out from the main floor common room. Thalassa wasn’t exactly sure what to think of the older girl, who sometimes tilted between indifferent and almost terrifyingly blunt. She leaned back into her room, pulling on a sweater before walking to where Celeste sat.

"What are you doing?"

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It was safe to say Everett wasn’t counting on getting much sleep that night, so he mostly wandered through his room, tinkering with the Capitol gadgets he found laying around. He couldn’t make sense of much, and mostly pressed buttons that ended with completely useless results that left him wondering what they were even needed for. 

He heard Celeste calling from the common area of the floor, accompanied by loud music, and couldn’t help the huff of amusement that escaped him. He stayed put at first, though, twisting the white projector in his hands a couple times before he picked up on Thalassa’s voice as well. In most circumstances, he’d much prefer being alone to anything else, but he was fast approaching his last days, and Everett knew being alone in a bedroom wasn’t how he should spend them.

The tribute opened the door to his room, coming down the hallway, passing Thalassa and falling heavily into the second large armchair next to the couch. “I will take you up on that,” Everett responded to Celeste. 

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Porter wasn’t going to go to see what all the noise was, because he knew. Because Celeste had some sort of whim and thought, hey I’m going to get up and wake everyone up in the middle of the night. Well — he was sure everyone was already awake. It was hard for anyone to sleep in the Capitol, much less people who were going to be walking to their death within days. 

He wasn’t going to go join them because he wasn’t a people person quite frankly. They didn’t need him there ruining their fun. Not with any preconceived notions the Tributes may have already had about him…

Porter wasn’t going to join them but he could use a drink. So, he got up anyway, and headed into the common area standing behind the chair Celeste was lounging on, and putting his hand on the top of her head pulling it back so she looked up at him, “I’ll take a drink too,” he said and let her go.

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"Oh you know, just hanging out." Celeste said glancing over at Thalassa, positioning the champagne bottle between her knees and pulling the cork out with a loud POP. She reached over for the Champagne flutes she had scattered around on the soft cushions and poured one for herself, and Thalassa handing her the glass.

Her brown eyes watched as the boy wandered out of his room then threw himself down on the chair next to her asking for a drink. "Fantastic!" She said pouring him one and leaning over handing him the glass looking at the two kids. "So, make any alliances yet? Talk to any careers? Found any cute people to make out with? You don't want to waist what little time we all have left you know." And she really did mean 'we' because chances were she was going to be as dead as the two of them soon enough. Not Porter though, he actually had a chance.

Celeste was surprised when she actually heard his footsteps out of his (their) room and felt him put his hand on her head. "Really? Yay." She said excitedly filling up a flute for him as well. She looked at the kids, "I was just asking the kids how their time as been so far. Do you guys have any plans for the arena yet?" 

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District Four Floor [D4 People]

Celeste was a strong believer of using the time you had left efficiently. That was what all careers were taught... Of course her meaning of 'efficiently' meant 'fun' not 'training' like it did for a lot of people. Let the other people run off to the training rooms that felt much more crowded then they had a few years ago when she won. But with the extra people going into the Arena, plus personal trainers... Ugh. 

Not that it mattered considering it was about 1am, they wouldn't have let her into the Training rooms if she even wanted to go. But she could certainly grab a bottle of champagne, lounge across the overly stuffed couch, and crank up some music loud enough that if the rest of the people on her floor hadn't already been awake they would be now.

She wasn't trying to be rude but... she didn't want to be alone. That wasn't too much to ask, right? "Hey! Who wants a drink?" She called tilting her head to try to see down the hall where the rooms were.