BANG. BANG. BANG.

Twenty years. You’ve been working for them tor Twenty. Fucking. Years. It’s not the time wasted that’s the current source of her anguish, but rather the knowledge she has obtained during her years as the Capitol’s little perfect pet. Avoxes are up early. They make their rounds, getting everything ready just before dawn. One of them ought to have found her by now.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Diose has been using her elbow to make as much noise as she can, but she momentarily regains control of her hands. The numbness is gone and she is able to ball them into a fist, using her remaining strength to hit the metal walls that are keeping her prisoner. Before she can try again, she is betrayed by her body once more and her hands begin tingling again. Sweat drips from her neck, the sheet she is covered in not doing much to fix how cold she is. Sweat. Cold. That’s not normal. The only constant these past few days is how exhausted she’s felt. Wishing for the pain to end, she gives up, drops her arm back on top of the garbage bags she is resting on and closes her eyes. 

Please, let it be quick

She needs help. And there is only one person she trusts enough to talk to about her plans. And her worries too, but she is keeping those hidden. 

Blythe angrily knocks on DeeZee’s door, needing for him to let her in immediately. With Silver nowhere to be found, she is desperate to keep an eye on those she’s trusted with her plans. And maybe she needs some support as well since she is scared she will wake up and find Virgo missing, but she isn’t voicing those thoughts out loud, refusing to give people any more ideas.

“Open the door, fuckface. I know you’re in there.“

​With Slate being the only person that kind of understands the dilemma that’s currently bothering Roux, it should not be a surprise to see how him paying the older victor constant visits. He’s run into Dawn and caught glimpses of who he believes must be his stylist, but other than that, Two’s floor is a ghost town. 

So, it’s just his luck that he spots DeeZee while he is on his way to see Slate. DeeZee and Slate’s relationship is something Roux just refuses to think about, the little boy still trapped inside of him even feeling somewhat jealous of the fact that he is not the only person Slate is sort of an advisor to. 

But, he is good at pretending, and he’s been so on edge lately maybe it’s good DeeZee is there for Roux to let some steam off.  When he approaches the other, he is all smiles as he stands next to him, one hand gently patting his back as if they’re nothing but old friends.

“There is no need to try to show up at places you know I’ll be at, man. If you want me to sign your tin arm all you have to do is grovel.“

She’s been having a lovely time so far, which means something bad is bound to happen sooner or later. But, she tries to not think about it, especially when she is in the middle of carrying two drinks to the corner table where Pista and herself decided to sit for his own sake. She would’ve just asked an avox, but her paranoia is alive and well and she insists on being present whenever her drinks are served.

She is halfway there when she runs into a figure towering over her in an all-white outfit that makes her blood boil. It doesn’t take her too long to see who’s committed such as atrocious fashion faux pas. 

“Move, Ashfrost. You’re in my way.“

The smart thing would probably be to avoid DeeZee. If he had even a tiny bit of shame—which he doesn’t—Roux would think about his breakdown in the elevator and walk the fuck away from the victor in order to not be forced to relive the memory of him losing his shit in front of someone he hates. And yet, Roux is all smiles as he walks up to DeeZee, pulls out a makeshit tail out of his fanny pack, and ends up pinning it on the back of his outfit. 

“It’s not the same without blindfolds but, you know, I am kind of cheating so I didn’t want to get it right the first try,“ Roux tells him, laughing as he stares at the piece of fabric dangling from the man’s shoulder. He hoped someone would be willing to humor him and play some games so they wouldn’t have to just talk all night, but all the people in that party are boring so it’s up to Roux to find ways to entertain himself.  DeeZee is just unlucky to have  been on Roux’s way. 

“Didn’t you help plan this? What the fuck is up with the lack of entertainment? This is a sleepover, where is the suck and blow games? Spin the bottle? Why is no one playing seven minutes in heaven?“

Blythe is pissed off, but what else is new. So, her plan was foiled, her knife is gone, and she got put on timeout because apparently she is a twenty-seven year old child. At least Nelly didn’t keep her from taking advantage of the open bar.

The sight of Deezee stupid yet genius outfit has her sprinting towards the bar. She doesn’t give two shits about her her hair when she steals his hat and puts it on before she takes a seat next to him. “Do you have some brass knuckles hidden somewhere in your boots by any chance?” It’s a joke. Kind of. Snow is nowhere to be found so she wouldn’t really put the knuckles to use.

“Did Nelly give you a whole speech about proper wedding etiquette or was it just me? If it was just me I might kick your ass just to feel something. At least I didn’t fucking wear white, though  it’s hilarious as shit as you did.“