TORTURE sentence starters 

     kress GULPED thickly  &  leaned his head back against the tree trunk. cato had CORNERED him again, only this time the CAREER boy was alone. the last time, kress had dropped the tracker jackers on all of them,  &&  glimmer had died,  &&  kress had BARELY managed to make it out alive himself.    ❛ you’re awful LOUD for somebody who’s alone  &  can’t climb a tree. ❜    but kress knew, despite his WORDS, that he’d die if cato ever got his HANDS on him. 

nope

YES

he’s gonna marry Cato

There was a moment of silence where Poseidon looked at Cato with a raised eyebrow. He smiled at him and tried to figure out what to say. Yet, it was impossible to. He was way intoxicated by the tequila he drank. It was almost sunrise and he was tired as well.

even with the newfound fame and the fear most of the people he saw had in their eyes, it happened that in a slur of words a fight would happen as well. and if the blonde victor had to be honest, he quite enjoyed to throw a good punch at someone again. he guessed it was just the thrill of the kill that got him. the only thind was he was pulled away before he could finish what he started. cato spit out some blood as they sat in the dark nightsky, a block or two away from where the barfight had happened. this time it was entirely cato’s fault. he was just feeling violent, and unfortunately some guy looked at him with an intimidating look. that guy payed the price as well. the only thing cato didn’t count on was that he had friends who were pretty good at throwing the victor to the other side of the wall and breaking not only his nose, but also a couple of ribs it seemed. “well isn’t that just dainty,” he spoke up, grinning widely in the light of the windows across them. 

"That's why they are not inviting us to many places anymore, you know?" He said as he saw Cato being hit.  Poseidon smiled and placed his glass on the counter. He did not like to get involved into random fights. Yet, he knew there was no way in hell they were going to stop now. He looked at the guys around them and smiled.

"We can solve this the nice way or our way"  He commented kicking a chair and breaking it into pieces. He did it swiftly. It was more than obvious it was not the first time he was involved in a fight. He took a chair leg and offered the other one to Cato.

♛ – —It had been several months since Clove and Cato had won the games together. Both of them had been a little on edge. They loved the feeling of victory. But every surviving victor, whether the weakest or the cruelest was right when they said it’s more trouble than it’s worth. They were always in the public eye. Not to mention the occasional nightmares that Clove never knew she could have. They made her feel weak. And she hated that feeling more than anything. 

The two would often times drink heavily in attempt to get rid of the nightmares and memories they hated so much. They were not to feel weakness or show it because they were Careers. That was how it always was.

❝ You’re starting to sound like the failed mentor from Twelve. What was his name?❞ 

Consider this a “Welcome back.” Thank you for coming back and putting up with my crazy self. I know how much you’re loving red icons right now so I made a few of my own for you, using a more of a lighter/pastel red icon texture. Enjoy!

Another day, another torturing. Clove was a test puppet for the Capitol that’s the only reason why she’s still here, but it felt more like torture. It had been a long day and felt like one of the worst if not the worst torture sessions she has gone through. Cuts and needle holes covered her body accompanied by lots of dried blood. A few whip slashes appeared on her back with the scars of past whippings. The cause of them was her fighting. She was only hurting herself in the end but it help her mentality by knowing she put up a damn good fight.

She went back to her tiny living quarter and grabbed a pain of clean clothes and snuck off to Cato’s living quarter. Clove opened the door to find him not there or at least she thought. His living space was a lot bigger than hers. Maybe it was because she was always killing someone or pissing Snow off with her inability to cooperate. She went straight to the bathroom to take a hot shower since all she was given was cold to shower with because of her behavior.