#120.training

Having Cyprian there was exactly the motivation he needed to kick his ass in gear when it came to training his tributes. Sure, maybe they were both extremely smart and maybe they were both far more prepared than he ever was, but if he didn’t attempt to teach them things that he knew, then what was the point of him being a mentor anyway? So, the second day of training, he woke up bright and early, put the finishing color-coding touches on his flashcards, and headed into their living room, smiling when he found Missy sitting at the kitchen table. “Good morning,” he said, a small smile on his face. “How are you doing?” // starter for @kissmemissy

Nova had been worried sick over the past few days, wanting desperately to reach out to Cricket, to make sure she was sleeping, eating, exercising, doing everything that she could to increase her chances of winning the games. But she knew better than to reach out more than she should. The more often she tried to make contact, the more they risked getting caught for so much more than just talking. There was too much history there, too much to get caught for, but after a couple of days, she needed to check in with her again. So, she sent an avox with a note, a page ripped out of one of the picture books they used to read together. It depicted a fairy godmother and a princess, sitting on the top balcony of the castle. She was sure that Cricket would pick up that it met for Cricket to meet her on the roof of the building, her favorite place in the city. It was calming, to see the city at rest during the nighttime, plus the wind would foil anyone trying to overhear their conversation. She paced on the roof, her head turning when she heard the door opening. “Thank you for meeting me here, I just had to check in on you.” // starter for @cricketlowry 

Kelvin needed help, that was obvious, and with Cyprian around, he wanted to get better even more. Admitting he needed help was hard, but once he did, finding it was far easier. Seeking Taryn out came down to one thing; he did not want to rely on another person for his happiness, and he felt like it wasn’t fair to put that much pressure on Cyprian to keep him happy. That was how he found himself in a waiting room in the tower, sitting on a couch, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for his appointment. // starter for @tarynandout​