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❛   i can see you –– i know your watching me . . .   ❜

leaving her quaint bedroom as to find air , the moonlit cars were quiet as she moved through them. lost in her own mental silence that seeing the other ahead at first did not catch cora's attention. at least , not until subtle movement grasped her eye. ❛   oh , sorry.   ❜ voice vacant and tired ( a drastic difference in comparison to what it was before the games ) sounded out. ❛   i didn't realize you were awake.   ❜

" awh, barbie... ! " if she had the ability to cry, she'd be a blubbering mess – there's no better compliment. her friendships & her music are easily at the top of her list of priorities. & she aspires to be this person for the people around her ; a safe space, a shoulder to lean on, a source of joy. she can only hope her music offers the same kind of energy. " coming from the best friend a girl can have, that's really something. thank you. " she smiles, letting the brush in her hand glide through the other's perfect blonde locks, again & again. " but you know, if you want backstage passes to my next show, you can just ask. " an attempt at comedy, playfulness wrapped around her words. curiosity is bound to take over just a moment later. " what's got you down, anyway ? do i have to give ken a talking to ? "

a long drag is taken from her cigarette, the smoke curling from her nostrils like a coiling snake. the humid vice city air hung heavy, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes & something saccharine, illicit that clung to the back of lucia's throat. ❝ sounds like you're finally starting to catch up, barbie doll. the world isn't exactly a sunshine & rainbows kinda place. ❞ spoken through a laugh, she shakes her head, adjusting the sleeves of her pink scoop neck crop top. that's the problem with fairytales— they're not real. forever painting a faux image for boys & girls across the globe, only to have the real serpent of life revealed as soon as their clock ticks to becoming ripe adults. reality is cruel & unforgiving. vice city doesn't offer exceptions in that department. flickering her cigarette onto the dirty pavement, the brunette crushes it under her black combat boot, the embers sending a shower of sparks into the night. ❝ we'll figure it out, babe. we always do. ❞

did you know about this ? — from @sgrspiced's: pandora lightfoot

IF BRAN HAD KNOWN, SHE WOULD'VE TOO —  as it was neither one of them expected to see the other here : 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚕. the games... they were never truly over, not even with sound of the final canon; for now it was the whims of the capitol that the two of them ( and every other victor here ) were played in favor of; lives on the line still.

" i didn't— i was in district nine with my dad, got brought to the train early this morning by peace keepers. "

lowering his voice as a man carrying a tray of horderves passes, 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖 in extended familiarity thereafter, as he gazes easily over the top of her head towards the crowd of the capitol's elite that await them with expectant eyes.

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ? — from @sgrspiced's: padmé

BETWEEN A HIGH OF ADRENALINE, AND A SENSE OF URGENCY ... bran didn't feel it — doesn't even look down to see the wound when he first wakes. too much was at stake, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐- all too important to be stopped for him or anyone, as bran was not even willing to stop for himself. his injury, though hopefully not life threatening, certainly appeared as such as he strode down the hall barefoot; the white hospital gown he wore, stained down the left flank. it hurt when he breathed too deep, but it pained him no more than holding everyone back.

a whole district was gone, wiped off the map. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎? he needed to know what happened; he needed to understand where they even are after the quarter quell's destruction, and what he can do next to help.

now , now standing amongst the mixture of mentors and tributes below as the horses were readied for their trek to show the world the tributes of the 71th hunger games , cora appeared as if she had never stepped a single toe in an arena. moving amongst the many , ears listening to the conversations for information that the president himself would deem crucial , it was not until she caught sight of her previous mentor did she change course. ❛   minnie ?   ❜ light , joyus , but with a tinge of change does cora's voice ring towards where the district two tributes readied. ❛   what a pleasant surprise.   ❜