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Post by Alicia Swather on Jul 28, 2014 20:07:55 GMT -6
Alicia made her way to the roof. She needed some space to clear her head. Alicia took the black vaporizer out of her pocket and placed it between her teeth. She found she liked it better than cigarettes. And taking it from that bitch made it even better. She exhaled a puff of vapor.
She leaned against the railing and looked out at the rest of the Capitol beyond the force shield. She wondered if someone had actually tried to jump in past years and if that was why the force shield was put in place. That tribute must have felt pretty good for beating the system. And it probably felt even better knowing that they were ruining it for everyone else.
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Post by Veronica Braxton on Jul 28, 2014 21:03:43 GMT -6
V stepped out into the brisk nighttime air, "Dammit V, you know better that this. What were you, raised in a barn?" she thought to herself, as she took a deep breath. She closed her eyes as she took another, slow, methodical inhalation.
As she opened her eyes she spotted another tribute in a far corner of the atrium. Half-surprised she composed herself. Spotting the strange plastic tube the other girl sported she asked, "Is, is that some kind of cigarette or something?"
From what she gleamed of Braxton's habits, she figured a calming smoke what exactly what she needed right about now.
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Post by Alicia Swather on Jul 28, 2014 22:28:06 GMT -6
"Something like that," Alicia said coolly, still looking over the edge. "Whatever it is, it keeps me from completely losing it."
She turned around and examined the girl.
"Sorry, I don't watch the highlights. Who are you exactly?" she asked bluntly.
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Post by Veronica Braxton on Jul 28, 2014 22:36:53 GMT -6
"Hehe..." she began shyly, "My name is... (OOC: With increased certainty in her tone) Veronica Braxton, the female tribute from District Twelve."
"What would you say if I could offer you something better than 'something like it'?" V said coyly as she pulled up her skirt. "Well go on! Turn around!" she demanded as she drew a crumpled box out from a garter behind her skirt. Drawing forth a crinkled, slightly loose, yet surprisingly fresh real tobacco cigarette. She lights it and takes a deep puff. My friend had a few plants he would grow for himself in the middle of nowhere, he;d ask me to help him harvest but I guess he never thought I'd collect a few leaves for myself.
She draws a slightly more amiable looking example from the box, "care for the real deal?"
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Post by Alicia Swather on Jul 28, 2014 22:50:43 GMT -6
"Thanks, but I think I'm good with my luxury flower-scented vapor thing. If the Capitol can do one thing right, it's making death taste better."
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Post by Tristan Danio on Jul 28, 2014 23:01:10 GMT -6
(Continued from Nightfall) The elevator rose as Tristan struggled to catch his breath. The cider flask was refilled, his mind was clearer and he was eighty-five percent sure that beautiful woman he left on the roof was named Swather. As the door opened, he saw that V had joined Alicia and was pulling something from under her skirts. A cigarette! Tobacco was incredibly expensive in District Four, and while his father would indulge twice each day; Tristan would never lord it up over his fellows. Still he was very curious to try both the vaporizer and the 'real deal' as V put it. "Good evening, V. Care to share a straight bowline with myself and..." FWbjHvHk1d8+41d8+4 |
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Post by Tristan Danio on Jul 28, 2014 23:02:53 GMT -6
"...Swather, here?" His smile was warm and friendly as he offered the flask to the other two tributes.
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Post by Veronica Braxton on Jul 28, 2014 23:18:11 GMT -6
"Suit yourself," V says with a dry grin as she takes a drag.
"You think it's going to be any different? Dying with the flower puff thingy, I mean."
She takes a much longer drag, exhales, and watches the blue smoke dissipate into the cool, dark air.
"Don't get me wrong, I used to think the only thing that life was about was about was experiencing the new. Heh, especially because I had seen so little of life before these past few days, but it's exactly that. These last few days of the opulence of the Capitol. These people go about their tiny little lives with exactly the same candor and exuberance as anyone from District Twelve that I've met, yet they seem to think their lives are somehow more meaningful. Just because they buy diamond studded shoes or over do their make-up. What makes their lives any different from our own? I'm sure they'd have just as hard a time leaving behind their loves ones, and certainly be as reticent to give up their lives as we..."
She was interrupted by Tristan's entrance through the elevator doors.
"Good evening V, care to share a straight bowline with myself and.."
V couldn't concentrate on Tristan, "I don't know much about the Dicespeak you sailors are always talking in, but if it's a drink you're offering, I may just oblige. Swather's the girl just to my left. Should I leave you two be?" She added with the raise of an eyebrow.
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Post by Alicia Swather on Jul 29, 2014 11:51:51 GMT -6
“It makes all the difference,” said Alicia. “I’d rather my dead body smells like rose petals than dirt, no offense.”
She turned to face the boy with the flask and smiled back at him. “Nice. Did you come all the way back up here just to get my name right?”
She took the flask from his hand. Tilting her head back, she took a big gulp. It was sweet and cinnamony and very strong.
“That’s really good!” Alicia said, handing it back to the boy. “Well since you went through the trouble of learning my name, I guess I should know yours… Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Dan-ee-o or something, isn’t it? Where did you swipe that from, Dan-ee-o?”
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Post by Tristan Danio on Jul 29, 2014 20:40:56 GMT -6
"It's not just a drink, V. Bowline makes the best cider I've ever tasted!" Tristan smiled and passed his flask to Veronica "I'd like you to stay atop here, if you've nothing else on deck tonight. Three sails fight the tide better than two, aye?" The District Four tribute turned back to Alicia.
"It's Danio, actually. You can call me Tristan though," His mind sailed to think of a good story for his flask, he'd found an extra case of them leftover in the shipping barge he'd trained on. Maybe with the right 'embellishments'...
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Post by Tristan Danio on Jul 29, 2014 21:13:10 GMT -6
"The flask had been sent as a gift from President Snow to Gwendolyn Carver, a district Four tribute who had won her Games by creating traps and snares all over the field. She was so successful, her body-count climbed even after the games as workers sent to retrieve cameras and equipment discovered that many of her traps were still very effective.
Five years aft; making me twelve at the time. My friends and I were near Carver's house when we got to talking. 'Bravery up on the lines is one thing,' they told me. 'But you don't have the salt to go through Ms. Carver's place!'
Well, sneaking back out with that flask in my hand quieted them a while."
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Post by Alicia Swather on Jul 29, 2014 21:46:59 GMT -6
Alicia laughed. She found the way he told stories very entertaining.
"That's an impressive tale, Tristan. I used to steal alcohol from the McGreer Wholesale Foods near our district. I had a white shirt just like the ones the employees wear so I would hang around the warehouse and I got to know the boys that worked there pretty well. They seemed to like me and didn't question my irregular hours. But I was there often enough that they assumed I worked there. So every now and then I would walk out with a case of beer or whatever I could fit on my dad's dirtbike."
"Yep, I had access to a whole warehouse of food and just went for the alcohol," she shook her head and laughed at herself. "Shows where my priorities were I guess."
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Post by Veronica Braxton on Jul 30, 2014 3:45:41 GMT -6
“It makes all the difference,” said Alicia. “I’d rather my dead body smells like rose petals than dirt, no offense.” She turned to face the boy with the flask and smiled back at him. “Nice. Did you come all the way back up here just to get my name right?” She took the flask from his hand. Tilting her head back, she took a big gulp. It was sweet and cinnamony and very strong. “That’s really good!” Alicia said, handing it back to the boy. “Well since you went through the trouble of learning my name, I guess I should know yours… Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Dan-ee-o or something, isn’t it? Where did you swipe that from, Dan-ee-o?” "None taken, though it's not like you'd be around to appreciate it." she said rather macabre. "It's not just a drink, V. Bowline makes the best cider I've ever tasted!" Tristan smiled and passed his flask to Veronica "I'd like you to stay atop here, if you've nothing else on deck tonight. Three sails fight the tide better than two, aye?" The District Four tribute turned back to Alicia. "It's Danio, actually. You can call me Tristan though," His mind sailed to think of a good story for his flask, he'd found an extra case of them leftover in the shipping barge he'd trained on. Maybe with the right 'embellishments'... Wf2Ku8Iq1d8"And four all the more." she answered with a lithe giggle. She took a mouthful of the cider. "A little sweet for me, but I can see getting used to it." |
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Post by Alicia Swather on Aug 1, 2014 16:18:01 GMT -6
"Hey Tristan Danio, where exactly did you get that booze from? Because I just had an idea. I think we need to have a tribute hotel room party. No sponsors, no cameras, just a bunch of drunk underage kids with nothing to lose. What do you think?” |
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Post by Tristan Danio on Aug 2, 2014 21:27:28 GMT -6
"A party seems like to calm the waters for everyone, I'd be all in for the drinks!"
Tristan took a look over at Veronica.
"What about you, V? It would be welcome to get their eyes off us a while."
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Post by Alicia Swather on Aug 2, 2014 23:28:51 GMT -6
Alicia clapped her hands. "Excellent! We can have the party in the District 11 hotel room. I'll leave the door unlocked. Make sure you bring enough for everyone, alright? Invite your district mate and whoever else you think is cool. Let's live it up while we still can!"
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Post by Veronica Braxton on Aug 3, 2014 1:07:41 GMT -6
"What about you V?"
"Thats a damn pleasant thought," V responded "count me in! Think I might bring some noms from the kitchen."
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Post by Olivier L'angel on Aug 4, 2014 9:28:59 GMT -6
After the interview Olive knew she couldn't be stuck in her room any longer, even if it meant running into people she needed air and the roof was the place to go, the closest things to her beloved tree tops. On her way up the staircase she ran into her district partner Derrick and two other people, one guy with a cane and she thought to herself "I sure hope he's got some brains to go with that otherwise he's screwed" and then there was the red haired girl she'd actually seen her interview...
Olive knew she couldn't just slip past them and there was nowhere to hide so she found herself smiling kindly and starting of with a "um, Hi guys, how..mm..what's up?"
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Post by Alicia Swather on Aug 4, 2014 21:04:27 GMT -6
Alicia was back on the roof the morning after the party, leaning on the barrier and smoking the black vaporizer. In just a few short hours they'd all be thrust into the fray. She heard an unfamiliar voice behind her.
"Hey there," Alicia replied casually. "Not much, just doing an unhealthy dose of thinking and trying to shake this awful hangover. I haven't seen you around. You should've stopped by the party to introduce yourself to everyone."
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Post by Olivier L'angel on Aug 5, 2014 8:21:34 GMT -6
Olive had heard the party but decided against her mentors advice not to go, she wished she would have though, she really wanted to speak to her Derrick about her brother before the games started but now it might be too late, while thinking this she replied "oh yes I'm sorry I'm not much of a people person so I've spent most my time in my room. I'm sorry I missed the party" (not for the party itself but for the chance to see where everybody stood and where the alliances were).
Did you have fun?
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Post by Alicia Swather on Aug 5, 2014 10:18:38 GMT -6
“The party was amazing. There are a lot of good kids in the Games. But I know it’ll be different in the arena. The Games change people. I’m ready for it.”
Alicia started walking towards the exit.
“I’m going to go stuff my face one last time. You’re welcome to tag along.”
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Post by Olivier L'angel on Aug 5, 2014 14:42:38 GMT -6
Yes, that's why I've kept to myself all this time...
Sure, why not? One last supper...
Olive followed Alicia through the door and found herself wondering if she had a team already and a sting of anger began to grow in her stomach. How stupid could people be to make "alliances" when they were only going to be broken anyway Olive thought to herself... and by the way the only other person worth trusting would be her district partner because even if she died at least her district would get it better. . Maybe her ever so charming brother wouldn't have to use his young body for any peace keepers amusement only for some food or tools, a darkness grew heavier over Olives head and she decided to just grab a quick snack and then make her way to someplace where she could clear her head
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