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Post by QuinnTalon on May 24, 2013 20:45:14 GMT -5
[/u][/url] "Tomorrows another day, and I'm thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain."[/color][/i][/center] Max thought she'd be up with her brother watching as Ember went into the Arena, but that hadn't been how it had gone. Lyme had called him into her apartment, and then when they were done with whatever it was they were doing, he got dressed and went directly to the Sponsor Hall. Or she could only assume, seeing as Lyme went to bed not long after that. Having a second Victor meant they could take shifts. Meant that one of them could rest while the other one worked. It was a good set up. And she doubted Jan would have been able to sleep through Ember being in the Arena anyway. So she'd been curled up in her little room--adjoining Jan's--watching The Games on and off. Playing with the little remote control and changing her room on a whim. Listening to 'Capitol' music and crossing her eyes at how horrid she thought it sounded. Looking through the closet full of clothes and pajamas and finally finding something worth wearing to bed that didn't look uncomfortable. But when she heard her brother come running back and knocking on Lyme's door, she'd peeked out to see him veritably dancing on his feet. She looked back at the television, flipping back to The Games and her eyes all but bugged out of her head. Rory. Taken by...that creepy guy from District 2. Her first thought was for Wiss. Because he had to be going insane. Jan and Lyme took off by the time she was 'presentable' by her standards--which basically meant she pulled on a pair of pants and a robe, and pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail--because a young lady never had her hair down for anyone but her family or her beau--and padded out of her room. The little messages were quick. The first one to Wiss. The second one to Lopax. They were all pretty much alone here while their families dealt with this, and Win shouldn't be alone right now. Community took care of each other, and she handed the little notes to the Avox. In my District, we pull together when things like this happen. Come to my room. We'll stay up and watch and be together. "Wistar Noland is probably in Aurora's Apartments. And Lopax Coverfield is probably in Jasmine's. Could you invite them here for me?"With that, she set about trying to figure out how to get a pot of tea and maybe something to munch on. Not that she thought Wistar would be eating much, but having something would maybe help. Because this? This was a mess and a half, and she knew her brother would be in the thick of it at some point. Jan was just like that.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 24, 2013 20:55:24 GMT -5
Wistar was brought in first. His forest green eyes were bloodshot and puffy, with this hollow glaze to them. He had this far-off look, like he wasn't quite here. His hands were marred with little cuts on his knuckles that had only just begun clotting. But someone had made him clean himself up; put on a fresh change of clothes, comb his hair, and wash his face. He knew this would have happen. Rory had made more enemies than friends with how she won and what she had been doing since then. Wistar thought that with Aurora's win she'd be done with this part of the Games, but as soon as he heard that mentors were going into the Arena with their tributes this year that Rory would be throwing herself into the fire again. “Max... any news? Has anyone said anything to you? They--- they won't talk to me.”
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Post by Kulvar on May 24, 2013 21:04:53 GMT -5
Lopax Coverfield, District 11: Brother to a pair of victims [/u] "She used tuh smile with warmth an' stuff. Now it's nuthin' but chills."[/center][/color] Lopax entered on the heels of Wistar's question. "Huh uh, ain't said nothin' tuh us."But, he and his father, Paul, weren't family like Wistar was. Lopax was dressed in a 'formal' suit, much the same as his suit from the feast. He took the moment to shed the jacket and loosen buttons on his shirt. He was built more solidly, like his father, and the white button up shirt strained a touch at his bulk. He stretched. "Tha's bettar. Wistar, wha' kin we do fer yuh? Ah think we kin see where tha' b'stard from two got his kicks last year."
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 24, 2013 21:19:35 GMT -5
[/u][/url] "Tomorrows another day, and I'm thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain."[/color][/i][/center] "No...no one's said anything to me. Jan was in the Sponsor Hall, and came running back here like hell was on his heels. He and Lyme left not long after that." Max frowned, wrapping her arms around the taller boy. He was a mess and she couldn't blame him. " He was pretty upset, but I didn't know why until I turned the television back on and saw what that creepy man from District 2--Silver, right?-- had done."
She didn't say that it would be alright. She had no oway of knowing that, and they had all lived through enough to know that things weren't always 'alright'. She'd lost her brother to those Games. Both of them. Some days, she didn't know the boy who lived behind Jan's eyes. Some days, she wondered if he came back at all, or if he were still there in that place, fighting for his life. "I...I had them bring tea. We can sit. Maybe we could have them bring you both something more comfortable." Her brother wasn't back in the Arena and The One Willing never would be, but she'd take care of these boys because that's just what needed to be done.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 24, 2013 21:40:51 GMT -5
Wistar held onto Max as if she was the only thing anchoring him to reality. He sighed, unknowingly taking in the scent of Max's hair. She looked smaller in his arms. He looked at Lopax and shrugged. “I dunno... What can any of us do?” Wistar nodded when Max spoke. “It was the same with me. I was with Conrad, Tank, and Rowan one moment and the next moment I was being told to go back to Rory's apartment.
“Silver was the name of that District 1 tribute that wanted to hunt Rory, Jace, and Jasmine down during the Quarter Quell...” He looked down at Max. “I'm comfortable here...” Wistar tensed when he relaxed what he had just said. “I mean, tea's fine. I like tea....”
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Post by Kulvar on May 24, 2013 21:55:07 GMT -5
Lopax Coverfield, District 11: Brother to a pair of victims [/u] "She used tuh smile with warmth an' stuff. Now it's nuthin' but chills."[/center][/color] "From 'ere? Nothin' but pray fer 'em... Be 'ere fer each other," Lopax said. He watched the pair of them, then turned away, feeling a touch awkward at their embrace. Even if it were just a hug. He kept his eyes averted, passing from screen to wall to flowers to silly little Capitol chair to his peacock jacket. "Ain't a one oughta be inna tha' place. Pa's livid..." He began pacing. It wasn't as bad, for him for the moment, as it had been when Nomad'd been in the Arena... Or Jasmine's first time through. He'd been on the edge of his seat or up in a tree avoiding the entire situation. Jasmine'd been the family rock, and she'd been broken. She didn't let other see it, but she had been. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, unclenching fists he hadn't realized he'd tightened up. "'Least tha' Si'ver wassa idiot..."
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 24, 2013 22:15:36 GMT -5
[/u][/url] "Tomorrows another day, and I'm thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain."[/color][/i][/center] Max swallowed. What Lopax said was the truth. There was nothing they could do from here other than be here for each other. Jan might not be in immediate danger, but if she knew her brother--and she did--he would soon get himself into a good deal of trouble. His comment made her look up, and then smile. Awkward was cute, no matter what anyone said. Jan could be cool and collected all he wanted. Some girls liked that, she guessed, but Max liked awkward. A girl liked to know she could fluster a boy. It was flattering. "So tea...and talking. We can brainstorm, maybe. There has to be something...or even if there isn't, we can at least not be alone for all this. I know Jan's going to be getting himself into mischief over this. They might not let him back into the Arena but..." He'd find a way. The One help that boy, but he just didn't know when to quit.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 25, 2013 17:48:57 GMT -5
A shuttered ran through Wistar’s body. They had come close to losing Aurora two years ago. Could he be losing his cousin in the next few days? He never thought it could be possible. Aurora since the Games had become almost immortal in his eyes. Now she was facing death again. And just like two years ago, Wistar was powerless. “What do you mean, Lopax? How was Silver an idiot?”He glanced at Max and smiled, weakly… Then he realized they were still hugging, so he stepped away and pulled out her chair (Just like Rory had told him). “Maybe there’s a way we can appeal to sponsors… We can’t go to the sponsors hall but we can maybe run into a few… by accident. They might help. So could some of the mentors. Tank, Rowan, and Sorrell are our ages…”
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Post by Kulvar on May 25, 2013 23:44:59 GMT -5
Lopax Coverfield, Age 17, District 11: Brother to a pair of victims [/u] "She used tuh smile with warmth an' stuff. Now it's nuthin' but chills."[/center][/color] Lopax continued to keep his gaze fixed anywhere but the pair of them, and continued his pacing. He pushed the image of Nomad's demise out of his mind. It was quickly replaced by a hulking tribute nearly cleaning Jasmine's clock with a punch at the feast. He shook his head as though that would dislodge the recalling of tight and tense moments. He was here to help Wistar as it was his cousin, his blood, that was in danger in the Arena right now. Not Jasmine. It was the tribute's games, not the mentors and while Jasmine wasn't in the fray, she was safe. The same couldn't be said for Aurora. He looked up as Wistar spoke to him. He glanced toward Max and Wistar, and getting the same weird awkwardness welling up that drove him to turn and look at a screen as he answered. "Tha' Silver rushed intuh things. 'E didn't plan 'is move... Ran 'is team righ' intuh a trap alaid by our blood. Fight might've gone much dif'rent if'n he'd been pat'nt an' careful. Ain't that I'm complainin' or nothin'... I'm glad it turned out 'ow it did..."He drifted off. Talking of the past wasn't helping anyone, he didn't think. He held his breath for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest and stretching the material of his shirt across his broad shoulders. "Jasmine need tuh know. Jan might'n'not be able tuh get in... But Jazz... Well, she's a'ready there an'.... Aurora's practically family tuh her. I seen th'warmth come back tuh her features when they're 'round eac'other. She'd go tuh help Aurora if'n she knew."It might also be detrimental to Jasmine to do so, and Lopax almost regretted saying as much as he had a few seconds after the words had left his lips. If Jasmine went hunting Silver it'd put her in danger as well. He frowned at the ground. "Think if'n we 'bumped' intuh a sponsor er two tha' they'd let us slippa note intuh a gift?"
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 30, 2013 6:40:42 GMT -5
[/u][/url] "Tomorrows another day, and I'm thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain."[/color][/i][/center] "We could try it. 'Bump' into a Sponsor. The problem is we'd have to 'bump' into the right one, and I can tell you right now that if my I know my brother--and I do--he's already in the Sponsor Hall putting on a good deal of a show about how utterly terrified he is for Rory that 'Big Bad Whoever from District 2' is going to murder her, and how horrible would that be..." She knew Jan. She also knew that if he put his mind to it, there was nothing that was out of his reach. "...Think we could get a message to Ember, maybe? I mean...she's in the Arena, and to my knowledge no one has talked to Hiram, right? That's his name, right? The other Victor from Twelve?"She was just tossing ideas out. See if anything stuck. "I don't have my brother's...charm, I guess you could say. And I have no idea where to start with Sponsors. Except for maybe that girl who's always hanging all over him....Don't tell Pa, please. Jan doesn't want them to know...what they make him do."She swallowed. "We can try though. No one said we have to stay in these rooms, and there are probably parties we were invited to--being who we are. We might not be Victors, but people still want to meet us, I suppose."
Jan was going ot kill her. He told her under no circumstances was she to go to any of those parties alone. She knew what he meant. That she wasn't to go without him, but he didn't specify that, so she didn't feel bad pretending not to have understood him correctly. She'd be with Wistar and Lopax, right? Perfectly safe.
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