don't call me baby doll

“I don’t know if he’ll need help.” Laughing. “I probably will though.” 

Bailey smiled slightly. “Well, I’m Bailey, so you two can always ask for my help,” she informed them both.

She rolled her eyes in response, “Like you gave me?” She asked, remembering all too clearly how she had been told at the Victors Ball, how she’d gotten into it with Isabelle after for not preparing her for that. “You throw news like that at me, then I’m the one who has to give you time. ”

Bailey bit her lip, carefully thinking about her next words. It was true; she did jump into telling her. “It was either then or tell you here at the Games. I thought I would give you some time to process before we saw each other again,” she admitted. “But I haven’t heard from you since the ball. I don’t know what you’ve been thinking. Did you get my letter?”

“Don’t rush! I’ll be fine to wait.” Sage said, eyeing the different weapons as she waited for the woman to be done at the station.

Bailey nodded as she did wrapped up her workout. She figured she could use a break from the training room for the day. Once she was done, she hopped off, grabbing her water bottle on the side. “Alright, all done.”

Selene usually worked out with help - but she knew no one would be awake now, and her ankle’s swelling was still going down. So she walked carefully, tapping her way into the training center, still somewhat hopeful someone would be there. “Oh, no, I don’t do pull ups. Just the presses for me.” Selene waved her hand off with a small smile, “I’m just going to need some help around. I don’t know the room very well.”

“It’s ok, take your time! You were here first. Besides it’s not really for me. It’s for my brother, here. He wanted to try out the Training Room.” 

“Oh, ok,” Bailey said, glancing to see him and his brother. “Well, as soon as I’m done here, I’m more than happy to help out. I don’t have anything to do right away.”

She scoffed a little as she heard the woman speak, give her a minute? She spun on her heel, irrationally angry despite the small voice in the back of her head telling her not to be, that she had done this unexpectedly and if she actually wanted to try and rebuild this relationship then she needed to not lose her temper. Even as she did try and calm herself she could feel her fingers ball into fists at her side as she narrowed her gaze at her sister, “You need a minute?” she asked, her voice still low despite how angry she was. “That’s a joke.”

It wasn’t like Bailey should be angry at Electra. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t remember her. Yet, the cold vibe she was getting from Electra didn’t make her feel good. She had built up a relationship with the only trusting family she had and the only one she cared about. But now, it seemed to be slipping through her fingers at an alarming speed. “Yes, I do,” she said, her voice tight. “I haven’t seen you in six months, Electra. I just got used to talking to my sister at least once a week.”

As she was greeted with a silence that was usually expected from herself, she sighed, wondering again why she was even surprised. Six months of radio silence did that to you, she guessed. She hadn’t told Bailey she’d been in the Capitol all along, hadn’t told anyone. Then again, she reasoned with herself she had no idea who she would tell in the first place or how to contact them. She tried to hide her own emotions, easily placing the same indifferent mask she wore up as she rolled her eyes. “Right.” she muttered, backing away, “Tell Belle least I fuckin’ tried.” she snapped, as she moved towards the elevator, pressing the button and waiting for it to arrive.

Bailey wasn’t really sure what to expect from Electra. She hadn’t heard from her; she had no idea how she was doing or if she was really ok. She had no idea if she even remembered her. She had tried before and now she was giving her space to heal. Yet, it was six months later. She felt like she was giving up here. She stopped when she heard Electra speak again and she gripped the edges of the table. So, she was pissed? Why? She turned and sighed as she walked toward Electra before she could leave. “Wait,” she finally called out. “Just...just give me a minute.”

“I’ve listed the Capitol as my district on official papers for too long now to care about any others,” Mira muttered, waving her hand dismissively at the person who’d tried asking her about Twelve.

Bailey was nearby, a coffee in her hands, as she overheard this. She couldn’t help but smile slightly. “He seemed insistent on knowing,” she commented as the guy walked away. 

She hesitated as she heard Bailey’s voice, despite the small voice telling her that this was what she wanted, whom she had been looking for. She considered backing up into the elevator and pretending that she hadn’t heard Bailey’s response. She had even been about to turn on her heel to move when she stopped herself, moving hesitantly towards the kitchen. She stopped, leaning her hip against the counter as she focused her gaze instead on what Bailey was doing. “…hi.”

She felt a little anxious just staring at the door. She hadn’t heard from Electra for months, not knowing how she truly was. Belle only told her so much when she did call. She wasn’t even sure if Electra was going to come through, but she did. She felt a lot of emotions in those few seconds. Confusion, fear, disappointment. She couldn’t even find the words to muster a hi back. Instead, she found her body turning away, back to the food that she was making. 

@bailey-dahl

Stepping cautiously onto the Third floor, she was at first put off by how strange it truly felt now. She hadn’t been gone long, but somehow it no longer really felt like her floor like it had done when she was last there as a mentor, not did it really feel like it had been the one year since she had been there like they kept telling her, in her head it had been nearly ten years since she last stepped foot on the third floor. Secondly, it was almost too quiet, considering there was three loud children that occupied the floor she was a little too on edge by how quiet it was, even peering cautiously around her in case it was a sneak ambush attack planned by the twins, she knew they wouldn’t understand she would freak out at something like that. Finding nothing and seemingly no one, she waited for signs of life, before giving up and calling out. “Anyone here?”

Most of the team on Three were elsewhere for a couple of hours, giving Bailey some time to herself. She found herself in the kitchen, deciding to make some food before settling down with a good book. Making food in the empty kitchen was nice. Usually it was filled with either children or avoxes, scurrying around cleaning or filling things. It was refreshing to not be surrounded by people. Normally she didn’t mind, but the last week had been pretty hard with the Electra situation and she was definitely getting more headaches from the worry. She never expected herself to care as much as she did. She found herself in a rhythm while she worked, not quite sure what she was making, but sometimes she liked to experiment with cooking. It was a familiar voice calling out that got her to stop in her tracks, turning. Electra. She almost didn’t find her voice. She was probably looking for Belle or Clover. Yet, there was this curiosity, this longing to talk to her sister, so she finally relented. “In the kitchen!”

Task 006: Home Sweet Home

Task 005: Personality Type

RESULT: ESTJ- THE EXECUTIVE

ESTJs are representatives of tradition and order, utilizing their understanding of what is right, wrong and socially acceptable to bring families and communities together. Embracing the values of honesty, dedication and dignity, people with the ESTJ personality type are valued for their clear advice and guidance, and they happily lead the way on difficult paths. Taking pride in bringing people together, ESTJs often take on roles as community organizers, working hard to bring everyone together in celebration of cherished local events, or in defense of the traditional values that hold families and communities together.

Few personality types are as practical and strong-willed as ESTJs. Known for their reliability and administrative skills, ESTJs are good at creating and maintaining a secure and stable environment for themselves and their loved ones. ESTJs' dedication is invaluable in many areas, including their own personal growth.

Task 004: Twenty Questions

Full Name: Bailey Beatrice Dahl

District: Capitol

Age: Twenty Seven

Date of Birth: May 2nd

Astrological Sign: Taurus

Eye Color: Blue-Green

Hair Color: Brown

Hair Type: Wavy, long

Skin Color / Ethnicity: Caucasian

Distinctive Physical Features:  Butterfly Tattoo on the back of the neck, Leo astrological sign tattoo on wrist, small scar on upper right thigh

Height: 5′5′’

Weight:125 lbs

Medical Problems: Undiagnosed anxiety, mild depression

Income Level: Wealthy

Education Level: High school diploma

Occupation: District Three Escort

Biological Parents: Willhem Conduit [biological father, deceased]; Vera Dahl [biological mother]

“Other” Parents: N/A

Siblings: Jett Conduit [paternal half brother, deceased]; Electra Conduit [paternal half sister]