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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 7, 2019 4:08:23 GMT -5
(Ahh this is so sad DX)
(Night before the games)
Gus gasped as he wakes up from a rather terrifying nightmare. He glanced around making sure the people from his dream weren't lurking around anywhere. He blinked a few times his heart still pounding hard in his chest. "It's just a dream." He mumbled pulling his legs up to his chest. The boy would suffer from night terrors often and the games didn't make it any better. Gus closed his eyes wishing he could be back home right now. Why did he have to be chosen? Why couldn't someone else have volunteered? There was no way he was going to survive tomorrow! If he ended up dying, he really hoped there would be a heaven waiting for him.
Around midnight, Sapphire found herself unable to sleep. She wandered around for a few minutes before settling down near the window. Outside, the capitol people were partying and drinking the night away. Sapphire wondered what it would be like to never have to worry about the games. She presses her face into the glass and lets out a few deep breathes. Despite all her training, she couldn't help but be nervous. The other careers were deadly and she wouldn't be surprised if they decided to just kill her without hesitation. Death by hotness isn't so bad right? She blinked at this thought before letting out a small giggle. There were worse ways to go out right?
Hunter messed around with his knife as he sat up in bed. He has always been an earlier riser especially when his family had to get up to tend to the animals. Hunter more or less accepted that he most likely wasn't going to survive this. The Careers especially that Marcia since she had one of the higher training scores. However, he did have a plan. Hunter was going to try and take as many down as he could. He found that using a spear worked well with him. "I'll give these damn Capitol people a show." He muttered as he pressed his fingers against the blade.
Darius tossed and turned in his bed. He groaned wanting to just go to sleep. The longer he stayed up the more his mind would worry about the games. For this brief moment, he wanted some peace before the madness started.
(Sorry that these aren't detailed paragraphs. I didn't have much motivation or brain power to do something big and long. I can only do big long emotional posts XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 4:41:19 GMT -5
(Hey! My exam went well I think Leo - I know, but I’m not sorry XD It’s great Winter - loving the night before the Games stuff with everyone  I’m gonna get the Amadrya death post up soon, I’m on my way home and when I get back I’ll start working on it) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 5:42:34 GMT -5
Amadrya Darrow
The fire-eyed maid of smoky war
The eighteen-year-old was sitting, she was vaguely aware that she was propped up against something. She wasn't really aware, but she was pretty sure it was likely to be the wall of one of the many ruined buildings in the Arena that supported her. It was about as far from her home in District 7 as one could possibly get.
She knew she was bleeding, could feel the excruciating pain of the wound. Her hand lay over the stab wound; originally she had tried to apply pressure as if that would have stemmed the flow of blood, but now her hand merely rested on top of it. She didn't have the energy to keep pressing down on it and it was obvious it wouldn't make a difference anyway. Even in this state, Amadrya knew she was a goner.
Everest seemed to know this, too. He had gone from his initial panic and guilt to almost a hopelessness, and he just knelt beside her. The blade coated in her blood lay on the ground beside him, forgotten. She knew he would probably stay with her until she was dead. She’d told him he could go, she would be fine on her own, but he had refused to leave. After this, who knew? Everest would go on and keep trying to survive. He would probably win. None of that was important to Amadrya anymore. Part of her was just happy that she was finally going to be getting out of that Arena and returning home. Even if it wasn't in the way she would have hoped for.
She just focused on the in and out of her breath, the rise and fall of her chest. When Everest had first stabbed her, her breathing had been fast and sharp as she'd been filled with the initial adrenaline and panic. Now, her breathing was growing slower and more shallow. If it weren't for the pain, that would be almost pleasant. A gradual slowing of her breath rather than an abrupt stop.
Everest had, after he wounded Amadrya, been overtaken by guilt and had begged the girl's forgiveness for what he had done. She had asked him if he only wanted her forgiveness to make his actions look less terrible to the Capitol and his sponsors, but she had granted him the forgiveness he asked for anyway. She'd forgive him, she had told him, but that would not help him forgive himself. She understood his guilt; it wasn't like she hadn't killed too.
For a little after Everest had stabbed Amadrya they had just talked, mostly not about anything even slightly important. And Amadrya hadn't even minded, despite how angry and betrayed she had felt, because just talking to someone made the whole thing easier. And she knew Everest felt guilty and wanted to feel like he was making this easier in some way. It didn't have to be a big deal, anyway. Their conversation was just a distraction for both of them from what was happening. But now their conversation had petered off into silence.
She still felt betrayed, of course. Amadrya had failed to fully quell her feelings for Everest, had held onto them deep down. She had never told him, of course. But when she escaped the career pack and he had followed her, she had let a little spark of hope grow that maybe he felt the same way. Even though they were in the Games together, maybe something could still somehow work out. It was naive of her, but could anyone blame her for wanting something to hold onto in that Arena?
Now it seemed that he had only followed her to kill her.
So instead of thinking of Everest, whom she'd had feelings for but who had betrayed her so badly, she thought of home. Her family, her cousins joking around and playing pranks on one another. Her uncle's laughter, a rare sound indeed but a sound of such joy when you heard it. She hoped her family could continue as normal, somehow. That her cousins could still be funny and mischevious. That her uncle could still be strong. She knew they'd be okay; they'd support eachother. No Darrow went it alone, after all.
She didn't want to think about them watching right now.
The trees, instead. She thought of the forests of District 7, imagined them replacing the scene around her. Trees instead of collapsed buildings, the air clean and fresh instead of heavy and dust-filled. Natural rather than this man-made Capitol monstrosity.
But there was movement that brought her back to reality, she looked to see Everest shifting a little in his position. He looked pale, shaken, and were those tearstains? She hadn't seen grief like that on his face thus far in the Games. She didn't know how she looked, but most likely not great. Rova would probably never stand for it.
She sent a mental apology to her stylist, who'd played up Amadrya's warrior image. She hadn't lived up to it. The same apology went to her mentor. She hadn't done enough. Apologies to the tributes she'd hoped to help or protect. But the biggest apologies went to the girl Aspen she'd volunteered for; Amadrya knew the girl would be heartbroken to watch this, and to Amadrya's family. They were having to watch this, they'd be the ones getting her body back. They'd be the ones grieving for her. It was the ones left behind this would be hardest for, not Amadrya herself.
But Everest was looking at her now as her breathing slowed further and began to grow laboured. He was searching her eyes, she could tell. And she knew why; he was looking so he could confirm when she had died. He was a career, he was trained for this, and she knew he had seen it in others just as she had. He was looking to see when the light left her eyes. Amadrya had seen it in Alessandro, Everest in Macaria.
It wouldn't be long for him to wait now.
The pain dulled, her vision grew hazy, a ringing began to sound in her ears. She wasn't aware of exactly what point her breathing stopped, but she did very faintly hear the sound of a cannon. Her cannon.
And she wasn't sure, but she thought she heard something that sounded like Everest's voice. She wasn't sure if he was actually saying words or just making some pained sound, but his voice sounded full of grief. By all rights, she should be happy that he felt guilty about killing her. He deserved it. But she couldn't. His pain still hurt her. |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 7, 2019 7:20:29 GMT -5
(I honestly love Amadrya.
She’s such a good person, and I love Everest too.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 7:22:23 GMT -5
(Haha thanks I know I love Everest too I think he’s great and I feel bad for him. I had to add in the bit about them just talking cos I feel like he’d do that, like just as a distraction thing) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 7, 2019 7:24:45 GMT -5
(Guys, take a lesson from Everest:
Never succumb to peer pressure XD.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 7:25:19 GMT -5
(Guys, take a lesson from Everest: Never succumb to peer pressure XD.) True. See we learn life lessons from this XD) |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 7, 2019 8:53:32 GMT -5
(omg that was so good 😱 also congrats on the exam!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 8:55:14 GMT -5
(Thanks so much I’m glad you liked it, I tried not to control Everest too much especially cos you know how he’d act in that situation far better than me. And thanks for the congrats on the exam!) |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 7, 2019 9:03:01 GMT -5
(yeah no I think you captured him really well! Like he’s a super complex character but you definitely got it!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 9:03:49 GMT -5
(Aww thank you I do try I’m just imagining them just chatting about absolutely nothing and trying to pretend it isn’t happening) |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 7, 2019 9:10:48 GMT -5
(yeah. Ooh what if he starts to tell her things he hasn’t told anyone before bc a) he loves her and b) she’s dying so why not (just forget about the millions watching))
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 9:12:37 GMT -5
(Ahhhh yeah that’d be cool. But so sad obviously. I love it!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 9:32:29 GMT -5
(Is there anything else our couple should do in that scene?
This is amazing I never planned on Amadrya having a sad death but instead just like dying fighting but this is honestly so much better than anything I could’ve come up with on my own)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 7, 2019 11:45:24 GMT -5
(that’s why we collaborate!! And hmm idk but maybe we should have them have some more interactions before the games to build up the relationship?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 11:46:57 GMT -5
(So true I love discussing plot stuff with all of you it’s great. My writing and my characters have improved a lot since I started rping with you guys Yeah that sounds good to me! Ooh okay I have to go for a Latin lesson in fifteen minutes but I’ll be back after about an hour ) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 7, 2019 13:54:40 GMT -5
(Awww I love these plans you guys have!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 14:10:04 GMT -5
(Haha thanks!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 7, 2019 14:58:19 GMT -5
(I’ve come to the conclusion that I love llamas.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 14:59:22 GMT -5
(I’ve come to the conclusion that I love llamas.) That is a great conclusion but I gotta ask what prompted it XD) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 7, 2019 15:02:50 GMT -5
(I honestly told my sister to name her kid Yama Llama one day, and it became a running joke that made me love the animal?
My family is super weird lol.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 15:03:42 GMT -5
(Ahhhhhh hahah I love it)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 16:24:06 GMT -5
Okay a Burton night before the Games thing is coming right up. And then I may be able to get something else up either before I go to bed or in the morning)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 7, 2019 16:44:11 GMT -5
Burton Acton
And either victory, or else a grave
But then he knew every other tribute that year was probably faking it, even the careers. Because nobody could really feel that okay about the Games. The brave faces people put on were all fake, from the youngest tributes up to the careers.
Regardless, the boy had been exhausted what with training and the general stress of preparing for the Games, which involved a lot of politics. He’d known it would, of course, but still it was a lot to deal with. Only Holly made it easier.
And so, tired, Burton had been unable to avoid drifting off into sleep, falling into a dream.
He was with Holly, and the two of them were strolling through a field and just talking. Not about anything important, just talking like they always did. Her dark hair was caught in a light breeze, and there was the sparkle in her green eyes that was always there when the two of them were joking around.
And it seemed like Burton had just made some joke or other because Holly laughed, and then she did something Burton had not been expecting at all.
She reached out and held his hand. And they walked like that for a few moments before Holly paused, causing Burton to stop along with her. And that was when she leaned in and kissed him.
“I love you” Holly had said
“I love you too, Alandria,” Burton heard himself reply with a light chuckle. But his voice held a soft tone he had never heard before, at least not in his own voice.
And that was when he woke up, lying in a bewildered silence for a few moments before sitting up in his bed
He was so confused. He had always thought of himself and Holly as nothing more than friends, two people who shared a sense of humour and had bonded over their shared bad situation.
But this dream definitely presented evidence to the contrary. And certainly, he noted now a lot of signs in their interactions previously. His pride at being able to make her smile, his promises to have his sisters look after her cat. His immediate impulse to show his disinterest in Macaria the moment Holly had made the comment about Macaria thinking he was cute. The way that he felt braver when he was talking to her.
He had officially fallen for his district partner. Which, for the record, wasn’t great. In fact, it was a recipe for a pretty depressing and short-lived relationship.
And it wasn’t like he could tell her. He couldn’t put that kind of pressure on her during the Games, and it would endanger the both of them in the Games if they got distracted. Plus he got the feeling Holly was far too sensible to let a relationship develop during the Games and the knowledge of his feelings for her would be more of an inconvenience than anything else.
No, best he leave it unsaid. If she won he wanted her to be none the wiser that he’d ever had feelings for her, it would only cause her pain if she knew. Both in the Games and if she won. |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 7, 2019 19:43:51 GMT -5
(Oh that’s sad.
This is going to be one heartbreaking ride.
I’ll write something for Alessandro soon :3.)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 7, 2019 21:15:21 GMT -5
[ I live
And yess if i wasn't broke I'd be down for a vacation! One of us needs to win the lottery and make this happen ]]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 7, 2019 21:55:46 GMT -5
Mallory found herself in a black dress with an electric blue bow around the neck, and in the back, almost seeming like wings to a degree, an eye of blue shimmered slightly, from under her hair, while the hair was swept over the damaged eye, to prevent the wound from being seen. Her pale skin had makeup to it, making the once deadly tribute look rather pretty, still sharp and dangerous.
Her gaze swung to Catullus, a sympathetic look falling over her face, her eyes scanned his scar. They cover most of hers, including her eyes, a thing she enjoyed as well. But with his rebellion, she knew he was taking an unhealthy downturn, they did something to him, and she knew it.
She nodded when he asked her to follow him, shooing away her stylists as she followed after him. The young girl wasn’t smiling, not anymore at least, the pain of her own games took to her dangerously. Scars marred her body, but the worst was the emotional ones.
She couldn’t say she was surprised by his words, but some parts did surprise her, her eye widened slightly. “You’re returning back to District 8?” She asked, voice numb, but shocked still. She felt some fury at his words, but it melted to understanding. He had to deal with that life, trapped, and he had an escape. He wanted a life to live, one without the consequences of fighting for what was right, like he had for so long. “I-I can’t say I understand completely, why you want a new life when you’ve given up so much, but I also understand that....You finally have a choice, Catullus, you should take it.”
Her aspect changed slightly, “I’m going to do my best, Pascal, he would have wanted me to. After I-“ she swallowed, emotion welling in her throat, making it tighter. “I killed him,” those words were hard, but she stood in District 12, about to begin her first speech of the victory tour. Octavia and Elias, the tributes, she killed Octavia, she found out later on after the games. Her stunt killed many tributes.
She wondered how much Octavia’s family would hate her and in extension, how much Elias’ family would hate her for not protecting their son. Plus the fact that her own brother killed their son.
It was a tour she was not looking forward to, then again, she didn’t really look forward to anything.
She lived separate of her family now, the house was too quiet without her brother, and even if her parents claimed to have forgiven her, that she tried her best, she knew they were lying.
She was a monster. She didn’t deserve to live. She was alive because she killed and it made her no better than the Capital.
She took a shaky breath, focusing. “Yeah, I think a change in scenery might be nice,” she mumbled softly, “Take them down from the inside out, when they never expect it to happen. I like that.” She hummed, smiling secretly for a moment, “perhaps if your friend could get me inside of the gamemakers room, I could hack the system, cause the forcefield to fall and then send out a broadcast at the next games, telling the districts to fight back.” She whispered, glancing around. “We could find delegates, people to lead rebellion in the district” ’ she whispered then. It was an idea, better than none at all.
She then turned around, “I know I could die, I could be hurt for it, but that’s better than living with this all my life. Octavia and Elias should still be alive, but like the others, they have died. Perhaps I’m not the only person to blame for that.” She said, bittersweetly reflecting on the games. “Maybe I could make their deaths worth it. And when you feel it’s time, you can be a symbol of the rebellion too. You were right, the days of the Capital should be numbered. Perhaps a little act of rebellion, even at these tours couldn’t hurt much, especially if it’s as innocent as double meanings, turning compliments into backlash.” She wondered aloud. “Maybe becoming a stylist or mechanic in the Capital would be misleading to my true goals. Play on their love for me, their idea of me, and us it to hurt them, it may fail, but I just ask that...if possible, we try to set up something where my family publically ‘disowns me’ even if they aren’t, that way my actions won’t hurt them.” She said softly then. “Or where we fake their deaths, something that will keep them away from the capitals clutches. But I want to help, for Pascal.”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 7, 2019 22:03:17 GMT -5
(In case we did get to decide...
Training Scores:
Alessandro: 10->Using his strength and knowledge of weapons, he easily impresses and earns a higher score. However, he is not as deadly as those like Macaria or Everest, and he chose to use knives and axes, more generic and not as fitting to the upcoming games.
Holly: 10->Showing off her knowledge of twin weapons, like Kama and katanas, and mostly her evasive and quick reactions to the Gauntlet like hologram. Yet her small size brought her down from being a perfect scorer.
Robin: 6->Good with archery, missed one shot due to anxiety, also the last to go, not much attention was payed to Robin during her set.
Carlo: 3 ->Poor skill, he’s a charmer, and good at climbing and such, but he lacks skills in most areas, and is too naive towards the games. )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 8, 2019 0:28:31 GMT -5
Ugh I love Mallory it’s so nice to see her again xD
Hi everyone!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 8, 2019 1:14:03 GMT -5
(Thought I’d do one last Catullus thing to wrap up this scene with them)
Catullus listened to her response, and at her surprise that he was returning home, he sensed some resentment and anger there too. He was just running from the Capitol the moment things got tough. He knew that was how it seemed. But then she seemed to understand why he had to leave, and he nodded.
“I have to go,” Catullus said with a nod “and it’s more of a political move than anything else. I’ve been the only symbol of defiance towards the Capitol Panem has had for the last ten years, until you, and if I stay here and continue as I am they’re going to keep doing this until they slowly kill me. If I stay here and continue as I am, the people will have to watch me get ill and die. If I stay and I play by the Capitol’s rules to stay alive, I betray the rebellion. Me stepping aside and returning home is the only solution. They might still kill me back home, but at least all of Panem won’t be watching.”
Not to mention that he was just tired. He’d fought so much and yet it had never made the difference he had aimed for. He’d never been able to spark the rebellion properly.
“I’m sorry about your brother, really I am,” Catullus said softly “but you have to remember that he died because of the Capitol and the Games, not because of you. You could never have known. I know this doesn’t help, and that the guilt and pain will live with you for the rest of your life. But if you need to talk to someone who understands, you know where to find me..”
He knew that she was thinking about the victims of the Games, especially the two tributes from this district, Elias and Octavia. Both promising tributes, undeniably. She wouldn’t stop thinking about them, ever. Catullus still did, especially Holly and Everest. Two tributes that should have won, could have won if it weren’t for him.
“You remind me of her,” Catullus said, a genuine smile on his face, something nobody ever saw since his smiles were always fake these days, “but you were probably too young to remember my Games. The girl from my District, Holly, she had so much fire in her. Just like you. And she wanted to take down the Capitol. She should’ve won my Games but she chose to have me win instead. She’d have been a far better figurehead for the rebellion than I, though she was less liked in the Capitol. Not like you, they adore you there.”
Perhaps Holly had seen something in him that he had not. Maybe Holly’s fire would have only gotten her so far.
When she talked about her plan for taking down the next Arena, Catullus nodded.
“That’s an excellent idea, I’d considered something similar myself but I couldn’t do anything since I had to be presenting the Games the whole time. You could take that opportunity, but it’d take a lot of planning. It’d be hard to do, you’ll have to be very careful.”
“You’ll never forget the dead from your Games,” Catullus responded, “so you’re right. The best thing you can do is honour the ones lost by fighting against the Capitol. As for the tour, I think that’s a perfect idea, and for that I will help you. I’ll be here through the whole tour and when we do the interview at the Capitol I’ll deviate from the questions, ask you ones that allow you to drop in some subtle anti-Capitol stuff.”
It would earn him another dose of that horrible pink poison if they caught on to it, but it would be worth it. And he wouldn’t have broken their rules for him to go home because technically it would be Mallory, not him, being anti-Capitol. Besides, if they punished him that kept Mallory safe for that little bit longer. He didn’t want her to get hurt when she didn’t have to be.
“So you plan on going down my route?” Catullus asked “becoming a Capitol darling? It’s a good option. Stick with being a stylist or something that’s not in front of a camera like me where they can watch your every move and use you as a puppet. Being so visible in front of the camera it was almost impossible to do anything anti-Capitol.”
He had lived his whole life in front of cameras. He couldn’t wait to live a life with a little more privacy. Even if he knew the president would still be watching him like a hawk. Louden has even put cameras in Catullus’ home in the Capitol. To irritate him, he just waved at the cameras every time he passed them.
“Ah, your family, of course,” he responded thoughtfully “I forgot you still have people you love, family you can lose. Yes, of course we’ll come up with something to protect them. I wish I had done the same myself but my outburst during the 91st Games wasn’t planned.”
When she said she wanted to help, for Pascal, he smiled again.
“Thank you, Mallory, thank you so much. Now, the Games didn’t ever stop, so I suppose you’re going to need a mentor. I’ll help you through this tour and once I return home, Livia will know how you can contact me. Livia will also help you with anything related to your image or to life in the Capitol. I’m still always going to be an ally of the rebellion, as much as I can be. You can count on me to be around for you.”
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