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Post by Seryna on Jul 12, 2012 20:59:06 GMT -5
The town center in district 11 is focused around three main screens. The center screen focuses on what the Game Makers are most interested in - usually confrontations. Right now it is trained on two tributes who have discovered that their cache of gear has been disturbed- and that some is missing. The feral young boy with the bow leads the way towards the Forrest; following the tracks laid down.
The second screen is centered on Jasmine's alliance as they attempt to track down the Victor's Bracelets.
The third screen is centered on Sorrel as she departs the Wasteland; alone. Two male tributes are seen observing her. One quickens his pace to approach her with a hand raised in peace. Sorrel watches warily as the boy approaches to speaking distance...
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Post by Kulvar on Jul 13, 2012 18:07:50 GMT -5
Paul Coverfield worked the orchards with his two boys, though soon as quitting time came, he sent them home rather than taking them to the Town Center to view the screens. Work was actually a relief for the time being. He didn't need to watch his daughter trudging through the Arena, risking her life, while he was picking apples and oranges for the Capitol. And if he could spare his two sons from having to watch something horrid happen to their sister by sending them home instead of tagging along to where the giant screens played out the events of the Hunger Games... all the better.
Nomad's death had nearly broken them. Jasmine'd been their pillar of strength for the trial that was watching her brother, his son, die on the screen. And Paul'd held her when she cracked and cried when no one else was near.
Now who would do that for her? She seemed to be getting along well enough with the District 7 folk, but.. Would that last? Would it last if they announced that only 3 victors were allowed? And then there was the fact that there were two other District 11 tributes out in that Arena.
The nighttime battle had kept Paul up, and while he'd watched what Jasmine did with a little horror, he felt some pride as well. She'd been a deciding factor in that battle. Even if it hurt him to see his little girl thrust a knife so coolly into another girl's chest. Jasmine, he didn't think, wouldn't be the same when she got home.
So, he entered the Town Center alone, joining the throngs that were required to watch the games on a nightly basis. He was relieved, immediately, to see that Jasmine was still alive and not alone. His second realization was that the other female tribute, Sorrel, lacked her partner Odin.
Paul's heart sank slightly at the sight. Some part of him had hoped that all three of District 11's tributes might make it home.
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Post by Kulvar on Aug 22, 2012 17:38:23 GMT -5
Paul stood in the town square, staring up at the screens as the drama on the mountainside played out. He winced as his daughter was stabbed by the career and grabbed by her former friend and alliance mate turned horrific mutt. Similarly, he couldn't hold back a whoop of excitement as one of the mutts was reduced to ash. He immediately felt guilty as more than one of the other silent onlookers glanced his way.
They hadn't lost a boy to the games merely two years ago. He decided he was allowed a little leeway when his brave little girl scored a little victory. He'd been frightened this morning when she'd been fighting with her alliance and the boys. That one, Rye, had nearly knocked her out and, Paul'd been certain, that was going to be the end of his little girl and he'd have lost another child to the blasted games.
He drew a deep breath letting it out slowly. "I'm proud of you, li'l girl," he said outloud. "Yuh dun picked good allies."
He watched in silence as the battle with the monstrosities played out. More than a little relieved that that nasty spike hadn't even been aimed at his little girl. His only daughter. His features twisted into a frown as Jasmine broke down.
"You're stronger then tha', Jasmine!" He said loudly. He knew she was stronger than that. She'd held the family together when Nomad was stumbling about for a few hours... dead on his feet. She'd held them together when they buried his mutilated remains. "Pull yerself tuhgether, honey. Yer almost there!"
He knew she couldn't hear him, but hoped she could feel his well wishes and warm hopes for her.
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Post by Seryna on Aug 22, 2012 19:20:04 GMT -5
A slim blonde woman approached Paul, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Glancing to her, Paul recognized the young widow Helois who was only her middling thirties. Helois and her husband, Hank, had given a daughter, Helen, to the Games six years past. Hank had gone though many a bottle the night his thirteen year old daughter died and the townsfolk had fished him out of the corn fields the next night, dead of dehydration. Seems he just had sat in the field until his bottle of alcohol had run dry and then he just never moved again.
"She's not alone." Helois said quietly. "They can steer her through."
"My boy was practically alone." A gruff voice sounded from behind Paul and Helois.
"Oliver-" Helois began to caution Odin's father, but the man looked to have touched the liquor stores himself. One thing that growing corn provided the poor people was plenty of moonshine made on the sly for those who felt they had a need.
"Just that little slip of girl with my Odin. She barely got him up the tree- the tree he died in. Not that I blame lil' Sorrel." Oliver slurred, raising his voice to shout in the direction of Sorrel's family. "She was loyal to the end."
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Post by Kulvar on Aug 22, 2012 19:39:38 GMT -5
Paul nodded to Helois. He took comfort in her words. She knew what he was going through with the distress that he felt with the trials and tribulations that his daughter was going through on the screens and in the Arena so very far away.
While he'd kept his family home, so they could censor themselves if need be, he took it upon himself to put forth the mandatory family face-time in the town square to watch the bloody travesties going on in the name of Capitol.
He turned as Oliver started shouting. Paul had felt bad for Odin's father, but at least the boy'd gone quick. He could even sympathize with the fellow father. What he wasn't going to do was allow him to bad-mouth his daughter, despite whatever choices she'd made in allies.
"Loyal? She's plenty o'loyal tuh ones who're watchin' her back." Paul stepped away from Helois and toward Oliver. "She knew th'vaule o' havin' a pack at her back an' I'm sure she tried tuh get yer li'l lone boy to join her. Ain't like she dun shot him or led the lizard tuh him."
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