Post by Eloise Sugarglider on Dec 6, 2015 12:59:59 GMT -6
"Would either of you be interested in an alliance? Getting out of the Cornucopia alive and well equipped helps survival significantly and teamwork will help us get more useful items. I'm not too interested in hunting people down and I get the same feeling from you two."
Post by Millie Cartwright on Dec 6, 2015 19:04:24 GMT -6
This was her second year attending this god awful event. Well, third if you counted the year that she was on the other end of the knife.
And every year it got more depressing...
You'd think that free drinks and food without the impending sense of death would actually be a bit of fun but when you knew first hand what was in store for these kids you couldn't enjoy it quite like you'd think.
For about two years now she had been working to undermine the whole thing. That's what the Primrose Accord stood for but... The more she tried the more useless she felt. Millie knew there must be an underground resistence somewhere but with the Capitol's eyes on you and the whole fact that they probably didn't want anyone to know they existed it wasn't easy to find them.
I mean they HAD to exist...
Scanning the room Millie noticed a girl over in one of the corners standing silently by herself. Memories of the people she had entered the arena with briefly passed through her mind.
She made her way over to the girl and for once was at a bit of a loss as to what to say so she fell back on an old standard.
"Hey, do you like cupcakes?"
She had gotten special permission to bring a box of homemade cupcakes to the event tonight. It was the Capitol's one exception for her and something that reminded of her that the hope she and the other's had shared when they chowed down on someone in that back of that library two years ago.
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 6, 2015 19:29:41 GMT -6
At some point in the evening, Wren had spotted some past victors wandering around. He finally caught one and had a chance to introduce himself.
"Um...hi. I'm Wren, District Seven...You...your face looks like you're thinking about something really profound. Sorry. That sounds weird. It's just...I've been wanting to talk to people about the Games; I have this eerie feeling. But I can't seem to form the right questions. Maybe it's the pressure from the cameras..."
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Dec 6, 2015 19:44:11 GMT -6
Sharlot retreated to the quietest corner she could find, but it seemed it was already filling with people. She knew there was a reason she hated parties. And here there was no escape from it.
Sharlot then overheard the boy from 7 say he wanted to talk about the Games. Finally someone who was taking this seriously! Sharlot walked over to him and gave a shy wave. "I'm Sharlot" she mouthed, pointing to her name tag again.
Post by Millie Cartwright on Dec 6, 2015 19:52:23 GMT -6
Millie glanced over at the guy who had just dropped in on the quiet corner trying to figure out what she made of him.
He had just been cutting a mean rug out on the dance floor but show he was stammering and acting a bit coy. Either his nerves had finally gotten to him or he knew just what masks to wear in every situation. ...either was dangerous...
But she knew from her own experiences that first impressions could be deceiving so she put on the best mask show owned herself.
"Heya, I'm Millie and you are?" she smiled. "Did you have any questions in particular?"
As the words left her mouth another tribute made her way over, a girl that was a couple years older than herself, and introduced herself to the tribute she was speaking to.
She had a name tag.
Had they been handing out nametags?
"Nametags make these sorta functions so much easier..."
As this was going on Millie glanced back over to the quiet girl in the corner, her hand still outstretched with cupcakes. Millie hoped all this sudden commotion didn't scare her away.
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 6, 2015 20:34:05 GMT -6
Wren knew he had to get some sleep, but desperately wanted to know what Millie thought about the Capitol, and the Games in general.
"I've heard some tributes saying there might not actually be any Peacekeepers, that it's just a way to pit us against each other. I guess I'll be honest and ask you, do you think there's any hope of tributes over-throwing the Capitol through the Games in our lifetime?" Wren rethought his words..."Well, likely not MY lifetime. That may end in a matter of days. But, someday. Do you think it could happen?"
(Wren waited for her response and thanked her for her thoughts when she was finished. Unfortunately, he had to get some sleep.)
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 6, 2015 20:47:11 GMT -6
Wren liked her sense of humor. "Ha, thanks. I hope to see you around during the rest of our training days. My own District Seven tribute and my mentor haven't been around much...so I just feel like I need to fend for myself." Wren had no intention of starting an uprising. In fact, he knew he would die as soon as his name was called at the reaping. He still hadn't figured out why he was chosen...His confidence was all over the place tonight. At least he had a few faces with names, hopefully friends or allies.
Post by Millie Cartwright on Dec 6, 2015 21:17:09 GMT -6
Millie was caught off guard by how abruptly Wren left the conversation but then its a good idea to get some sleep before training starts. Most Tributes that aren't from the career districts don't expect just how involved training can be.
Millie turned to the other two girls next to her, "So, how are you two doing?"
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Dec 6, 2015 21:29:34 GMT -6
Sharlot kept glancing back at the bar. Gwendolyn seemed to have found some new friends. Why did she keep thinking about her?
Then Millie spoke and Sharlot snapped out of it. She smiled and gave a thumbs up. Sharlot looked down at Millie's beatiful dress. Sharlot had always enjoyed making her own clothes, but if she won the games she would easily give that up if she could dress like Millie. Sharlot touched one of the dress's ribbons and mouthed "I love your dress!"
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Dec 6, 2015 21:58:15 GMT -6
Communicating was going to be a struggle for Sharlot without the aid of computers. She never fully learned sign language as the only person she ever had to communicate with in person was Mr. Cuprick, whom she had nothing to say to anyway. For now, telling her story was going to turn into a game of charades...
Sharlot acted as if she was typing on a computer, looking around nervously. Then she grabbed her own wrist and acted as if she was placed in handcuffs. Then she mimed cutting off her tongue.
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Dec 6, 2015 22:20:06 GMT -6
Sharlot nodded stiffly. The punishment while barbaric, was deserved. She had learned her lesson, and since then vowed she would never do anything to hurt anyone. She caught herself looking at Gwendolyn laughing and drinking again.
Dammit. Why did she have to feel so guilty about it.
Cal Mensen: I believe you edit the post. You can either rewhisper to everyone (too much work), or copy and paste the whispers into public text. I'd imagine you'd want to give some sort of symbol or notation that they were once whispers.
Jan 23, 2016 17:42:35 GMT -6
Holly Edison: Just copy it before you go to edit...sometimes it disappears
Jan 23, 2016 18:37:20 GMT -6
Wren Hartwood: I hope everyone enjoys my amazing but wasted bird ending lol
Jan 24, 2016 10:16:08 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: It was pretty great, I could see it having been carried out as part of Wren's mind breaking, like a delusion only he could see
Jan 24, 2016 13:38:18 GMT -6
Holly Edison: READ ALL THE THINGS
Jan 24, 2016 14:06:01 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Archive binge!
Jan 24, 2016 15:47:17 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: I think reading all the other Day 9 locations hit me harder than the finale. Fuck...
Jan 24, 2016 17:38:46 GMT -6
Eloise Sugarglider: Anyones in particular, i havent madr it to binging yet.
Jan 24, 2016 18:17:59 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Yours... Watchtower... Market...
Jan 24, 2016 18:47:49 GMT -6
Gwendolyn Fisk: Wallace, I loved your Day 9.
Jan 26, 2016 16:56:35 GMT -6
Wallace Barker: Thank you! I loved reading everything that happened with everyone :3 SUUUUUPER depressing.
Jan 26, 2016 17:36:51 GMT -6
Holly Edison: I miss this game.
Oct 25, 2018 12:51:36 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Same here, part of me wants to allocate some time aside to building a new one in a different setting. It'd be easier to devote time to if there's a shard interest.
Nov 26, 2018 10:38:10 GMT -6