krista conley penned by nina for @oddshq . feat . mackenna gamma of district three + kiara lockhorn of the capitol — — — — there’s something tragic about you . something so magic about you , don’t you agree ?
the gamemaker shrugs . it wasn’t a very good joke , and they can’t bring themself to actually care that it wasn’t responded to how they’d expected . “ you’re not that bad . ” they can’t help but think that she pales in comparison to the most talkative of their coworkers — at least she possesses some self - awareness . “ i’m just not very talkative . ”
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 before the escort’s voice returns . she couldn’t stand silence , it’s always been to eerie for her . but really , she was just afraid that without noise , every unwanted thought , every unnecessary worry would slowly resurface in her mind . ❛ it’s alright . but how come ? i’m sorry -- that’s a personal question . ❜ she cleared her throat and willed her mind to fabricate another sentence of a much more lighter topic . ❛ what are you working on ? ❜ she asked as she tilted her head just slightly to take a peak at the other’s work .
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𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇. he wasn’t hearing that. that pitying self-doubt. it be one thing if she wanted to offer herself up for a noble cause. maybe adair had more at stake — like nash had felt that briar did during his games. which was why he had been willing to die for her. but he had still tried. tried to survive & in the end briar died & he didn’t. there was a feeling that krista conley would be the bigger headache of the two tributes. a feeling vindicated if she had already decided to lose before even stepping foot in the arena. ❝ you want to give up before we even get started then you are going to have to give me a better reason than that. because there is not a damn one of you that doesn’t deserve the chance to 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. ❞ a beat of silence. a theory develops. maybe a little opening up was in order. ❝ you know, i didn’t plan to make it out of the games alive either. i was ready to lay my life down for my district partner — both because she was my friend & i felt that her family needed her far more than mine needed me. but things don’t always go according to plan in there. it isn’t going to hurt anything for you to be prepared. for you to try. even if it is only to have adair’s back. ❞
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓 in the conley girl’s mind , that she would forever lack the caprice which was essential in winning or at least trying to win the hunger games . she was a rebel , a misfit , a strong - willed , itty bitty girl from district seven , who didn’t even know how to wield an axe . she was at a disadvantage . always has been . from the moment she was born . her mother had died at childbirth which subsequently caused her father to turn into a pitiful drunkard who woke up in the bed of another woman every second day . she never felt the solace of a home , the love of a mother , the guidance of a father . such tragedies had embedded the idea in the conley’s mind , that she had nothing to live for . no one to fight for . in the very rare instance that she is declared victor of the seventy - fourth hunger games , who would she go back to ? she’d have no one but harrowing guilt . she doesn’t know how nash did . how nash could live after being forced to experience such horrors . she wanted his bravery , she wanted his strength . and the discovery of his past , krista realised , she didn’t want to make this man’s life harder than it already was . ❛ okay . ❜ a sigh tumbled from her lips . ❛ i’ll try . but when it comes down to it , i’ll put adair’s life over mine . and i hope you’ll do too . ❜ she gulped . it had been a foolish ask , brave maybe but stupid all the same . she didn’t want to die ( she didn’t want to win either ) but she might as well have asked for it in that moment . ❛ there’s nothing left for me in seven . ❜
winslow almost feels bad for being so harsh . almost . because the memory of their parents’ argument that fateful night is burned into the back of their brain , a constant reminder of the price of a difference of opinion in the capitol ( rebellion is expected from the districts , but the capitol is supposed to be full of loyal , vapid citizens , and they will do anything to maintain that image ) . and she’s from district seven , not one , so they would have thought she already knew just how vicious panem’s law enforcement can be . “ you thought i was a tribute ? ” they snort in amusement . “ i suppose i should take that as a compliment , most people think i look older than i am , not younger . ” they think it’s their hair — the whitish - greyish colour giving the illusion that they’re older than they are . although personally , win can’t see it . “ winslow . i’d say nice to meet you , but , well … ” they gesture around the pair . “ it’s a little cramped in here . ” they’re careful to omit any mention of exactly who they are — after all , it’s a little awkward to tell the person who dragged you into a storage closet that you’re one of the people in charge of choreographing their death .
𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 spirits , the conley girl smiled along with the other’s expressions of amusement but her brows snapped together in confusion as she heard other people’s conclusion about their age . ❛ really ? i don’t seee that at all . but maybe it’s cause of the hair ? it looks really cool though . i could never rock silver hair . ❜ she was on the edge of another questioning pertaining hair colour when they helped the conley girl come to realisation of their rather suffocating surroundings . ❛ oh right . ❜ the blonde nodded as she pushed open the door before holding it open for the other to exit . ❛ i don’t suppose you know any good hiding spots do you ? i can basically feel my escort’s hawk eyes on me already and it just --- ugh . ❜ krista showed an exaggerated shiver . ❛ they’re nice and all but . . . a little bit. deranged . but everyone in this stupid place is . ❜ the conley girl muttered as she crossed her hands over her chest and blew a stray piece of hair away from her eyes .
𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 : reaping of the 74th hunger games
𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 : district seven
𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠 : flashback / self - para
𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 threatened to melt into silver tears as the sound of her name was exclaimed with annoying joviality and foreign elegance from the lips of the escort . a thousand thoughts ran chaotically across her mind and feelings of dread and anxiety began their rampage on her fragile , stone - cold heart , the stampede causing it to shatter in pathetic pieces . and she feels it as fear . it’s burning fear that renders her frozen , paralysed on the spot . and it’s the fear that draws the blood from her face , churns the contents of her stomach and leaves her lips agape . but it’s quickly replaced with anger . jus as strong and just as painful .
SHE ONLY ROLLS HER EYES before she separates herself from the group of girls who exhale in relief and attempt to express their condolences through their sorrowful gazes . but krista only grimaces and glares with disgust in return . she knows it’s just a facade , pretend gratefulness but really they hate the conley girl as much as the she hates them . krista was not particualrly known around town for being the sweet - girl - next - door , but rather quite the opposite . she was a misifit , a rebel and one that never knew when to quit . and that made her dangerous . she was a liability for the district and it would be better for her to be gone . annihilated by the games she’s fervently an pathetically tried to destroy .
SHE STOMPS UP TO THE makeshift stage by the front of justice hall , the eerie smile of the escort awaiting her . she feels nauseous , dizzy . the pressure of the peacekeeper’s hands on her back and the watchful eyes of the rest of seven made her feel suffocated . what did she do to deserve this ? what did any of them do to deserve this ? nothing . they had done nothing worthy of such ramifications . only bearing the sin of obscure birth into undue distinction . their lives are predestined from the beginning , ruined by the rebellion of their ancestors and dictated by the tyranny of panem’s government . there was no escape . such horrible endings were only inevitable for such horrible people like herself .
THERE’S A STRANGE FEELING that swirls within her as she looks out onto the crowds of seven . some look sympathetic , some are hopeful , some are bored . but she casts her eyes past the people and onto the trees . from the height of the stage , it was possible to see seven’s forest . so mesmerisingly beautiful , lush and bright emerald . it was the only thing that gave the town colour . she longs to be within it . she craves to be lost in the embrace of the trees and kisses of the leaves . she desires nothing more than to lie in the centre of it , the forrest floor of dried twigs and leaves poking through her shirts , the vast , endless sapphire sky above her and the summer breeze enveloping her in a soft embrace . but the voice of the escort rips her away from the tide of her memories .
❝ IS THERE ANYTHING YOU’D LIKE TO SAY ? ❞ they ask and push the microphone towards her . she yanks back reflexively and there’s an irritating feedback noise that ripples throughout the district . she clears her throat and exhales a shaky breath , the volume of it is amplified and her fear is no doubt exposed . “ they won’t stop . ” he voice is weak at first , very timid and very unusual to her passionate and boisterous one . but she remembers her anger , she remembers her pain and her hatred . ❛ these games will continue forever . but it doesn’t have to . you can fight ! you can live in a world without the games , without the capitol -- ❜ the escort attempts to take the microphone back from the girl but such interruptions to speeches of passion would do nothing to a girl who’s got veins made out of steel and a heart made out of stone . krista grabs hold of the microphone and exclaims her last words to her district . ❛ fight , you’ve got to fight ! ❜ that’s all the manages to say before the peacekeepers grab her arm and station her away from the microphone .
SUCH MOVEMENTS WERE RISKY , it threatened your life , the life of those you care about . but another thing that made krista conley dangerous , she had nothing to lose . her drunkard of a father was not amongst the crowds who watched the reaping . he was most likely drowned in over - indulgence of alcohol , in the bed of another woman . her adopted brothers , both were taken by the games . her adopted grandmother , the closest thing she had to a mother . died of old age , a year ago . there really was nothing for her to lose . and that would be her biggest advantage and her greatest weakness .
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it hasn’t been long since sei hopped off her chariot. yet sei’s long, jet black locks, which had been forcibly styled in place with copious hair products, are back to looking the way they usually do. which is to say, like a stringy curtain. the face of the young woman behind it appears reminiscent of a ghost, though her skin has a natural brown gleam. she does not speak, simply glaring at the others. she’s obviously uncomfortable in her clothes that day, and one could easily perceive the intense dislike she had for other people.
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 , 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 of being an escort , the job which requirement for talking exceeded perhaps every other possible job in panem -- besides caesar flickerman’s of course -- and she still has not yet managed to P E R F E C T the art of talking . her grandmother constantly told her that she had inherited the trait for pathetic awkwardness ( her grandmother’s own words ) from her equally pathetic grandfather ( why her grandfather was so pathethic -- she never knew . ) despite facing such -- apparently genetic -- difficulties , kiara made way to the nearest tribute and offered a smile . ❛ hello ! you look very beautiful . but -- um ... are you alright ? ❜ it was a stupid question but as ardently detailed before , kiara lockhorn was never one for words .
winslow sits with their back to a wall , head bent forward and knees drawn up halfway to support their sketchbook as they draw . they’re taking a break from work , and have sought out a spot with a decent view of the tributes’ training centre — officially they shouldn’t be watching yet , but it’s not as if their opinion on the final rankings holds much weight . and besides , they’re not watching , they’re just drawing — much more focused on making their sketch look good than on analysing or evaluating the tributes . the sound of footsteps on the polished concrete floor prompts the gamemaker to glance up , though their expression remains relatively neutral . “ want to join the loners club ? entry fee is two cents . minimal talking allowed . ”
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 for her tributes left the lockhorn drifting towards the training centre . she wasn’t even sure whether she was permitted to be in such locations but there were greater and far. more important things on her mind than being reprimanded by a peacekeeper for her lack of geographical awareness . ❛ oh hello ! ❜ the brunette smiled as she was snapped out of her thoughts . she sat beside the other but kept her gaze on the tributes , trying to spot her pair from eleven . ❛ i’m afraid i’m not very good at shutting up . i wish i was . my father always said i was too chatty for my own good , maybe that’s why he left us . hah . . . ❜ an awkward chuckle accompanied her awkward joke and kiara felt the heat disperse throughout his cheeks . ❛ sorry . . . i’ll try to shut up now . ❜
sylvene’s wide, brown gaze roams the area. “my, how we stylists have worked like dogs to make you scruffy little things look magnificent!” by scruffy little things, she of course meant the tributes. “people get so wrapped up in the games, they never think about how difficult it is for us stylists. in some ways, it’s more difficult for us. some tributes seem to have never even heard of fashion. oh, you’re all so lucky you have us!”
𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 endeavoured to dance upon the lockhorn girl’s features . it’s not rare that she’s faced with capitol citizen’s fervent ignorance of the tyrannical nature of panem’s government and the injustice that comes as a result of which lower districts , such as the one she works for , must burden . to kiara , it’s disheartening but lessons of propriety from her grandmother had taught her to face such circumstances with patience and understanding . ❛ yes . truly . you’re quite talented sylvene . but calling them dogs are a bit harsh don’t you think ? ❜
ambruze hadn’t gotten much sleep, that was evident. as the day progressed, he seemed consistently absent-minded. this was pretty unusual for him. though he was quite the drunkard, he normally made an effort to engage with the public. but today, he was somber and not entirely there. this was because of his sister’s reaping, anyone with half a brain would figure out. (yet all the capitol citizens did in response was give him a few useless tears.) when he thought he heard someone speaking to him, he said, “sorry, were you talking to me?”
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 person in panem , kiara has suffered many moments of mortifications of which cause her cheeks to flush the darkest shade of ruby possible and is usually accompanied with some sort of nervous stuttering . but anything which was associated with those in power or of special rank for example victors , such as the one she had been standing beside right now , usually amplified such nervous tics . ❛ oh -- um , what ? me ? yes . no . yes -- wait sorry , no i wasn’t . i was just mumbling to myself . . . again . ❜ the brunette cleared her throat and mentally scolded herself for her truly pathetic demeanour . ❛ just a little worried for my tributes . i don’t think i prepared them enough . . . anyway , how are yours ? oh and -- um , i’m . . .i’m really sorry to hear about your sister . ❜ she offered the other a sympathetic smile . ❛ i really am ❜
[ NAOMI SCOTT , CISFEMALE, SHE/HER. ] well, if it isn’t kiara lockhorn , our resident DISTRICT 11 ESCORT ! i’m so excited to see what they’ll be bringing to the table this year. they’re twenty - seven years old, & they’ve been in this position for seven years. i hope they’re ready for the publicity — the tabloids have already started talking about them ! anyways, i got to meet them once, & they’re a lot like morning sunlight as it hits the ridge just right and the blue mountains turn into a windswept painting of foggy stars , tongue dizzy with pink-petal taste of secret fairytales whispered to you by the clouds & mouth made subtly for the articulate frenzy of revolution .
001 . BASICS
name : kiara lockhorn
nicknames : kie , locky
age : twenty - seven
birthplace : capitol
occupation : district eleven escort
orientation : heterosexual
song inspo : royals ( lorde ) , from eden ( hozier ) , sea of love ( cat power )
002 . IMPRESSIONS
kiara is very awkward and shy and she’s clumsy and that’s most likely the first impression that she’ll give
she’s very approachable and does not have an intimidating demeanour at all
she’s pretty easy to read and is just horrible , like really bad , a lying
003 . FAMILY
tayla steele ( mother ) : was from district one who moved to the capitol after her mother / kie’s grandmother became successful in designing capitol couture . she is also famous because tayla’s sister / kie’s aunt was the victor for one of the hunger games and they received major praise and commendations for this so her mother and her mother’s family have always been avid supporters of the hunger games
argon lockhorn ( father ) : was a capitol boy born and bred . he had a pretty tough family , they came from a long line of peacekeepers but were always supporters of president snow and the capitol . it was only in the recent generations that the lockhorn family shifted from peacekeepers to tribute trainers .
lennox lockhorn ( uncle ) : her uncle was a peacekeeper and was often assigned to command the troops in district eleven . however when he realised the oppression of the citizens and the capitol’s abuse of power , he attempted to start a rebellion . but it was quickly shut down and one of those to who he confessed his plans of gradual usurpation betrayed him to their commander and he was executed .
004 . BACKGROUND
kiara grew up in an affluent household , the lockhorn name was well - regarded and extremely well - known around the capitol . they were very rich and were well - connected with those in power . so it was pretty easy for the lockhorn family to bend others to their will , of course as a child , kiara had no idea of the power of her name nor did she have any awareness on her family’s malicious manipulation of others . as a child , she was happy , there was nothing she lacked .
she grew up under the constant scrutinising eye of her grandmother who was basically the one who raised her ( since her mother was busy with the dress shop and her father was busy with working in president snow’s cabinet ) it was her grandmother who taught her proper manners and conversation etiquette . being an adventurous kid , who wanted to play in the rain and had no fear of getting her dresses muddy , conforming to the capitol norms was hard for her . it was because of this which sparked her detestation for the capitol . she hated the propriety it all , it was so constricting and suffocating .
she never saw herself as an escort , she always hated the games . her family always watched it together every year and they would place bets on who would win and cheer on the death of those they. despised . it disgusted her and she was revolted by it . she was always forced to watch it by her mother but she would often pretend to be sick and bed - ridden so that she didn’t have to watch it .
when she heard news of her uncle’s sudden death , it really shocked her . he had been in good health and always took care of himself . so the news of his passing was really surprising for her . her uncle used to always tell her stories of other districts , past the capitol where children are starving and in rags . kie always hated those stories , she hated how she couldn’t do anything , she hated that helpless feeling that always overwhelmed her when she heard news of the capitol’s brutality on the districts .
it was then that she decided she wanted to be an escort and specifically asked to be the escort for district 11 -- primarily in an effort to find out what happened to her uncle , but after seven years on the job she still has no idea what happened . she just knows that it certainly was not an accident -- but also because she wanted to help the lower districts in winning
it’s been very emotionally taxing , she tries really hard to get sponsors but she’s awkward and clumsy so it’s hard for her to make conversation or to get people to like her -- because of this she always blames the lack of sponsors on herself . she hates how she’s not helped the lower districts at all and she’s getting angry and impatient and she hates the injustice of panem and would be the one of the first to join the resistance against the capitol
005 . PERSONALITY
self - less : would do anything for her tributes and really try her best to bring them back home
industrious : she’s hard - working and doesn’t quit easily . she has a dream to earn a lot of money and then build stronger and better houses for the citizens of district 11
stubborn : doesn’t often know how to quit and her etiquette often slips past her fingers when she’s overwhelmed with emotions and she’s not afraid to let other people know what she’s thinking either ( but the delivery of it is often not as badass as she wants it t look )
erratic : just all over the place mentally and physically . she’s always bustling about , trying to set up dinners with victors and sponsors , working out designs with stylists . but mentally , she’s not stABle at aLL . will most likely breakdown and start crying , usually always gets overwhelmed with the stress of it all . and resort to wine . XD
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[ GEMMA CHAM, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. ] introducing mackenna gamma , VICTOR of the 55th hunger games, representing district three. my sources say that they are thirty-seven years old, & that they’re pretty handy with technology and hand to hand combat. wonder if that did them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of a loneliness that turns time and space golden , haunted by phantoms at twilight & the pitiful attempt to salvage your soul from the ashes .
001 . BASICS
name : mackenna gama
nicknames : mack , macky
age : thirty - seven
birthplace : district three
occupation : victor / mentor
orientation : heterosexual
song inspo : smother ( by daughter ) , ether garden ( by henry jamison )
002 . IMPRESSIONS
mack prides herself in her elegance and her propriety , she’s almost always very calm and composed and will not usually deviate from her normal expressions to those of which depict heterodox emotions
she tries not to have a very intimidating demeanour but sometimes it just happens and she looks like she’s scowling but she’s actually v friendly!!
003 . FAMILY
lana webb ( mother ) : was an engineer and worked in the bigger companies of district three . she often visited the capitol and was well - acquainted with those in power . she had a tendency to choose work over her family and often neglected her children , sacrificing her time with them to further launch her career .
david gamma ( father ) : was a local tradesman and often visited neighbouring houses to fix any technological problems for charity . he was a simple man with simple desires . unlike his wife , he was content with his life as a mechanic and was happy to spend time with his kids and the community .
ronan gamma ( older brother ) : was very loved around the district and very popular amongst his friends . it was almost expected tht he would volunteere for the 55th games when mackenna was reaped in order to protect her .
004 . BACKGROUND
mack had always been a quiet kid , she was always shy and timid and was never one for any kind of spontaneous activity . she preferred to be at home and was always afraid to socialise with those outside of her community ( this is because of her neglectful mother who has unconsciously impesssed on her mind that she’s not enough for her mother to want to spend time with her so why would other people ? )
but as she grew older , her father ( who was extremely worried of her lack of a social life ) encouraged her to accompany him during his work . it was because of this that mack became interested in technology . she found it fascinating how standard and seemingly irrelevant materials can be stitched together to create a new and advanced technological equipment .
it was her father who taught her everything that she knew about technology and the basic functioning of objects and because of their little pro bono trips to other people’s houses and fixing their lightbulb or their plumbing , mack became well - known around town as a good kid , was always well adored and well regarded just like her father
it was her mother who taught her the importance of power , how it can be attained , used and manipulated . her mother was distant and cold - hearted but she was strong - willed , ambitious and driven . it was also her who taught mack how to be a proper capitol lady , how to sit properly , how to walk , how to stand . it was her who helped her appreciate luxury and grandness of it all .
005 . 55TH HUNGER GAMES
she was eighteen when she was reaped for the 55th hunger games . it has been a complete surprise , it was her first year , her name was only there once yet it was hers that was called out . her brother volunteered in a split second , he was twenty - two at the time .
many say that mack only won because of her brother . it had been down to the last five and an arrow had been flying at her from a career tribute but her brother intercepted it with his body and so he died protecting his little sister . the guilt of that is something that mack has always carried and it’s always eating her up and giving her nightmares and this is what makes her push people away .
but mack won the games by somehow finding like the inputs for where the gamemaker’s panel links to the arena ( not actually sure whether this exists but umm let’s just say ) with her knowledge in technology , she hacked into the interface of the panel and deprived the arena of oxygen . all of them would’ve died but it the gamemakers turned it on just in time to save mackenna .
006 . PERSONALITY
level - headed : she’s calm and composed ( at least on the outside ) and always tries to find a logical solution to things
agreeable : she’s polite and docile and can make good small - talk ( even though she hates it ) and often uses this to help her tributes get sponsors
resentful : she hates the games for taking her brother and her innocence away and would be more than happy to rebel against it
indifferent : she’s indifferent to the capitol grandeur and hates it all with a fervent passion
the corner of his lips upturned ever so slightly at that. perhaps it could be a facade, but it was one he was good at, and had kept going for years now. growing up with an apathetic family will do such a thing to you. and well, the compliment on his appearance just fed his ego. he hadn’t been completely aware of his good looks until he arrived at the capitol. “and what will that achieve? an avox will clean it up before anyone of interest would see it.” he could not give into this girls delusions, it would be of no help to either of them. “a quick side note-” he started, echoing the words back to her. “your recklessness is pointless and your desire of any rebellion against these people is a waste of both my time and yours.” however, he had no desire to be back in the company of his stylists and escorts. this girl showed potential for fun. “surely, you can think of something better than that.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 - 𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 , had built her a fortitudinous ( though reckless and foolhardy ) nature and a careless ( though ashen and overall generally pathetic ) soul . around seven , she was often rejected with contempt for her rebellious nature , spurning her whimsical thinking of eliminating the the rampage of tyranny that diffused throughout the lower districts and refusing to empower and accompany her anger towards the capitol . but she was never one to quit ( or at least , never one to know when to quit . ) so the words of the other made very little dents in stopping her desire for mischief , ❛ well we’ve got time to waste . ❜ the conley girl smiled but the latter words of the other caused her cheeks to flush ruby and her gaze to fall to the floor . ❛ and no those were my best . ❜ she sheepishly admitted , but eyes that were trained to the floor in embarrassment quickly returned to meet the ones of the boy , her facade of arrogance returning just as quickly as it left . ❛ but i doubt that you’ve got anything to contribute twelve ? and to be honest , cock - iolanus snow wasn’t even that bad ! ❜
❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ? ❞ the sarcasm is dripping from every word. capitol extravagance is it’s own joke. the parade is the epitome of it all. sacrifices gussied up in ridiculous outfits while being carted toward their death while the masses cheer on. a nod & a jerk of his head in the direction they must venture. mahogany hues stay trained on her as he turns heel to make way to the seventh floor. the walk is quiet on his end. never really feeling the need to fill the void of silence. anything to be said is best held off until there aren’t others to overhear. plus, if he wants to get a read on what she will be like as a tribute — what he’ll have to do to make her appear sponsor-friendly — that would probably be best done without the prying eyes. the moment those elevator doors close, however, the silence ends. ❝ things are going to go pretty quickly from here on out. ❞ no point in sugarcoating anything. no beating around the bush. experience has taught him that straightforward is more often than not the better approach. ❝ i know this is 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. that it is unfair. but you’re in it & the whole point of me being here is to help … if you’ll let me. ❞
𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀’𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 capitol couture was quickly revealed with a scoff and a groan of annoyance . ❛ i don’t think any kind of couture is for me . ❜ she tugged at the waistbands of her dress in a P I T F U L attempt to broaden it in order to be able to expand her lungs . ❛ i honestly have no idea how you did it . i can barely breathe in this thing . but really it just shows the capitol’s poisonous and unattainable standards of beauty . i suppose it’s easy to worry about beautiful things when you’re not starving . ❜ the blonde muttered as she walked besides her mentor . she doesn’t really know much of nash kaine , she had only been a little child then , barely even a year old when he won his games . but it didn’t matter when he won , it was how . and it was his vengefulness and brutality that perpetuated through the district . krista had grown up thinking he was some sort of mythical legend , with wrath and viciousness too powerful to exist . yet , here he was . in the flesh and there was a strange desire that swirled within the shards of the conley girl’s H E A R T , a desire to make him proud . but such aspirations were almost impossible for such a weakling like her . she’s not going to last a second in those games and that’s a fact she’s made peace with . she only had one purpose now , one last wish . one last pitiful attempt to atone for her darkened soul . she leaned on the elevator walls , the cold metal surging through her body and electrifying her awake . yet her eyes fell H E A V Y as a sigh escaped her lips . ❛ i appreciate it nash , i really do . but don’t waste your efforts on me . . . save adair . he deserves to live more than i do . i mean probably , to be honest i don’t really know him . but i do know that i’m the last person who deserves to walk out of that damned arena alive . ❜
“ where do you think the capitol gets its slaves ? ” winslow asks , reluctantly accepting that they may have to say more than one sentence at a time . “ dissenters and troublemakers are … re - educated to become avoxes — those silent people you see serving everyone around here . and while you’d be safe because you’re going to be thrown in a giant death trap soon enough anyway , i — or any other non - tribute you dragged into it — would likely not be so lucky . at best , my family would be threatened or i’d lose my job . at worst , what i just described . ” perhaps they’re being unnecessarily harsh — the most likely outcome would be a temporary dip in profits for their father’s shop , a metaphorical slap on the wrist — but winslow has worked hard to keep themself and their father safe from the people who didn’t think twice about killing an eminent peacekeeper’s wife for the sole crime of saying fuck the system once in a fit of rage .
𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍 and the news of the possible ramifications to her actions of rebellion made her go still . she’s always been a C A R E L E S S girl , too lost in her overwhelming emotions that she often fails to realise the consequences of her actions -- and even though she may discern the severity of her disobedience , it had never been enough to deactivate such ideas from her mind , never been enough to erase the overpowering desire to follow through . but the thought of putting someone else in danger , that was something that always settled uneasily at the pit of the conley girl’s stomach . she N E V E R dealt well with guilt ( one of the many , many reasons she’s most likely not going to come out of the gamemaerk’s arena alive . ) ❛ i’m sorry i -- ❜ the apologies are foreign words and stale of taste to the conley girl , for someone who often partakes in a myriad of activities worthy of a thousand apologies , she doesn’t even come close to saying them enough . but there was something about her new acquaintance , this stranger who evoked such emotions from her and so she couldn’t help but utter such strange words . ❛ i didn’t meant to put you in danger . i just thought . . . well i guess i thought you were a tribute . but that’s not an even better explanation . ❜ krista admitted , her gaze slowly dropping to the floor in E M B A R R A S S M E N T . but they fly up just as quickly and accompanied by a smile and an extension of her hand . ❛ i’m krista from seven . ❜
the tribute took sylvene on a rollercoaster of emotions in just a few minutes. earnestly, she said, “you shouldn’t talk to people in the capitol like that. i truly don’t understand why you’re so angry right now, and no one else will either. but i’m rooting for all the tributes, you know! and your mouth could get you killed. do you want that to happen?” it wasn’t a threat, but honest-to-goodness advice, though it could’ve come across as either. “you look so nice. just enjoy your day! it could be one of your last.”
𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 tumbled from her lips and the conley girl found herself clawing at her hair in frustration . ❛ it is one of my last . ❜ krista admitted , her tone much more somber and less powerful than before . ❛ there’s little chance i’m getting out of those games alive . and same with your tributes from twelve . that’s the way it’s always been . the tributes from one or two will win and we’ll be nothing but numbers in their kill count . so it doesn’t really matter what i say or what i do . those games -- this capitol . . . they’re already killing me . ❜
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HAUNTING IMAGES MATERIALIZED in her mind following the parade. The ostentatious style, extended eyelashes, and puffy cheeks of Capitol citizens pressing themselves close to glimpse the tributes had been alarming. That microscopic feeling washed over her, as she felt analyzed and mentally undressed by the people whom would gamble on her life. A well-placed bet would be on her demise, but Monroe popped the morbid thought like a dissipating balloon. Instead, she attempted to concentrate on breathing properly and planning how to survive all this. ❛ Finally, someone around here who isn’t deranged. I say we do it. They’re so wasteful around here that it can’t get us into too much trouble. ❜ She remarked with an exasperated expression, already attempting to tear at the clunky fabric on her shoulder. ❛ Walls and paint? What were you thinking? ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 that currently perpetuated throughout the conley girl manifested in the upward tug on the corner of her lips and the crinkling of her eyes in the corner . though usually equipped with a manner of arrogant superiority , krista’s the last person in panem with a healthy level of confidence . in that , it was fair to say that she never thought someone would actually consider accompanying her in her plans of mischief . and so at the brunette’s agreement , the conley girl’s feelings of exuberant joviality currently exceeded her normal level of complete deprivation . ❛ tell me about it ! everyone here is either brainwashed or insane . ❜ she grinned . ❛ how do you want to do it ? we could cut it to pieces ? or we could burn it ! there’s a massive fireplace on the seventh floor that will surely be enough to annihilate these stupid costumes ❜ krista shrugged her shoulders at the question . ❛ i don’t know , thought it might be fun to ruin at least a little bit of the capitol’s walls ━━ since they’ve ruined our lives and all ❜
finally FREE from his costume ( though appreciative of the work his stylist put into it ) , he decided to venture out —— maybe back to the eleventh floor . it wouldn’t hurt to take a longer route though , right ? see the tribute center a bit before tomorrow’s itinerary . his gaze was on one of the many art pieces on the wall when his arm was tugged and he was pulled into a closet , eyes wide as they fell on the other tribute there with him . “ i’m sorry , what ? ” scout shook his head , trying to process what she said among the shock from the sudden encounter . “ you want to vandalize something ? why ? ”
𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 been naturally disposed towards acts of rebellion , especially those of which can distress people with unreasonable power . though even she herself must admit that her record was rather scanty , pointless and ineffective ━━ she had never really done anything past vandalism and theft and both were petty crimes ━━ but there was no sort of apprehension in partaking in such health ( or life really ) - compromising behaviours right there , in the capitol . there was no doubt that her petty art would most likely be scrubbed away by the capitol’s avoxes and they could not carry such tidings about a small district girl’s rebellion but it’s an adrenaline rush all the same . ❛ oh come on , haven’t you ever wanted to rebel against the capitol ? sure this is a petty way to do it but it’s good to release some A N G E R don’t you think ? ❜
