deezee and fava weren't able to see each other again after they showed their asses with a big baby food fight. every time they happened to cross paths, someone quickly ushered one of them away in an attempt to "keep the peace" so to speak. but they had a lot of silent conversations with angry glances across the room at each other when they were able to do so.

lil hc wrap-up w/ @silverostro

silver and fava have not had a moment to speak at all. now fava has TRIED to locate silver but damn oh damn is silver always doing something fam. here's hoping they'll be able to reconnect in ablaze because fava has some things to say. also because fava wants her actual friends to be safe lol

lil hc wrap-up w/ @dcwnhardin

DETAILS: currently a hallway, sometime in the night of day three

Her anxiety manifests in white knuckles and crescent-shaped indentations left on her palm. There is tension in every joint, every muscle, and her head is throbbing. She does this to herself. She has since she was a little girl. She doesn’t know how to stop the spiral once she’s on the ride.

It’s been days since she’s heard from Cinna, one of the few people that she’d consider a friend. It’s been just as long since she’s heard from Silver, the single individual that has her rehashing every interaction with a fine-tooth comb in search of hints. The absence of these two people is deafening. It makes her chest ache with a panic that has yet to erupt.

(And she’ll do anything in her power to keep it from spilling over this time. She needs to keep her wits about her. There’s too much on the line.)

Her feet lead her to District 10 and a request for DeeZee comes through clenched teeth. When he appears in the doorway (sans cowboy hat) she looks up at him with a light in her eyes. A fire if you will.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

She doesn’t really care if she is.

There’s something wrong with DeeZee.

His lips are downturned and he’s wearing -- a sweater. That’s it. A fucking sweater. Where’s the color, the personality that he showcased at the wedding, that he always has on standby?

She made a face when she saw him, but was quickly scolded by a certain someone for being rude. Fava brushed off the comment and narrowed her eyes more, hoping that he would sense her presence and rush in with an explanation without her having to say a word. That moment doesn’t happen. In fact, they don’t get a moment together for hours. She’s still being passed around like some sort of prized possession. According to Griffin, that’s life as a victor. You never get off the train.

Fava manages to chase him down in between conversations. Her nails (painted a soft pink; please kill her) catch his arm and dig in enough to gain his attention. She offers a sweet smile in response as if she did nothing wrong.

“What are you wearing?” She looks him up and down for good measure. “You look ridiculous.” Translation: you don’t look like yourself.

She considers crossing her arms, but her tendency to slouch when she does so could call the attention of Nelly and she doesn’t have the time to be corrected. Instead she stands tall, with her shoulders rolled back and chin held high. That second part is only because DeeZee is damn near a giant in comparison to her small stature.

WHEN: Shortly After the Big Separation (sad face)

//

This is the worst case scenario — Wren, alone.

Stationed in front of the screen, it feels impossible to breathe. She feels an immense pressure in her chest as if the world – her world – is caving in around her. Tears well up in her eyes and she hates herself for not being able to control the flush of panic that she feels. There are other members of Twelve talking and she can feel their eyes on her, but she can’t hear them. It sounds warbled and wrong, like they’re underwater.

Fava dislodges herself from Hudson, only then aware of how tight she was squeezing their arm, and apologizes under her breath. She needs space. (They understand. They always do.)

She registers that she should stay, that she isn’t the only one that’s hurting by what just transpired, but can’t just sit there; not when the fear is licking at the pit in her stomach, not when the voice inside her head is starting to make the bad decisions sound like good ones.

So, she runs.

She runs fast.

Fava doesn’t know where she’s going, she’s just tearing down hallways and staircases like they’re the familiar streets of home. Home, a place where she’d like to be if only to wrap her arms around her mother and bond over the trauma of a lost sister. Her mind is racing and her heart is in her throat and then: stars.

Her back hits the ground and her head rebounds slightly. She closes her eyes tight, the light of a common area blinding her. Some gasp, but no one crowds her. Someone does help her up, but she doesn’t realize who it is until she braves the fluorescents.

It’s DeeZee. Looks like her body knew where she was going after all.

WHEN: A Solid 10 Minutes after Bloodbath

//

They didn’t have to be close for Fava to know that DeeZee is on the brink of destruction.

With one Tribute down, it was only a matter of time before the former Victor destroys everything in his path. She comes running, ignoring those that try to interact with her. She’s on a very important mission: to stop it before it happens. Sponsors are harder to get from people that are red with anger.

She doesn’t take the time to catch her breath when she arrives at his side with hands already raised – hear me out. “I know it looks bad,” (because it is bad), “but it’s not over.” No, the Quell is just beginning. It’ll only get more tense as time goes on. That’s why DeeZee needs to keep his attitude in check. It’s the only way to help those remaining.