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Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]
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futile endeavors // sunrise & nessa Oct 9, 2023 21:50:37 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 9, 2023 21:50:37 GMT -5

SUNRISE (he/him)

Whack.

The arrow strikes somewhere to the left of the target. I sigh heavily, scrunching my face in disappointment.

The trainer beside me takes a step forward. “Let’s keep trying…”

”No,” I say forcefully, heart sinking steadily in my chest. ”I need a break.”

Before they can say anything else, I take a step away and find an inconspicuous seat in the corner. There’s not a lot of places in the training center for hiding. A large, thriving plant keeps most from perceiving me, but I know the Gamemakers are still up there, watching. I hope I do not show weakness by needing a minute to be mediocre in peace.

How do they see me? A girl? A boy? Someone from Two, for sure, but not a Career. Someone who can’t hit a stationary target, definitely.

I sigh, leaning my head against the wall. Hopeless.

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futile endeavors // sunrise & nessa Oct 14, 2023 9:23:40 GMT -5

Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Oct 14, 2023 9:23:40 GMT -5

n e s s a . g a r n e r

I needed a career. More specifically, we, Jimmy and I, needed a career. How else were we going to survive? Being totally frank, Jimmy barely had an athletic bone in his body, and as for myself? I ate burgers regularly and often skipped out on PE. At least with my fondness for burgers, I had managed to put on a little weight, but not nearly enough to save me if that boy from 3 or the one from 8 came my way. I would be nothing more than a pesky bug, effortlessly squashed.

I see one of the tributes from 2, and my shoulders perk up. Perfect, a career. Summoning all of my determination, I march toward them before I can talk myself out of it. They don't look like the average career; they seem scrawnier and, to be frank, a whole lot less intimidating. Especially because as I near, I watch them fail a throw that I have seen Arcadia nail at least a hundred times by now.

"Hi there, Nessa Garner. You're from two, yeah? A career?" I ask, hopefully concealing my doubt.

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futile endeavors // sunrise & nessa Oct 16, 2023 22:31:21 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 16, 2023 22:31:21 GMT -5

SUNRISE (he/him)

You can't blame Nessa Garner for trying.

I'm awfully busy feeling sorry for myself when she spots me in the corner and strides my way. I don't even notice her doing it until she's right in front of me, and I feel a thump of anxiety in my chest, caught off guard. For someone who's been talking everyone's ear off whenever I get the chance, I was not prepared for someone to approach me.

"Hi there, Nessa Garner. You're from two, yeah? A career?"

"Uh..." I say, starting a sentence before I even know where I'm going with it. I am so confused by the sheer turnaround from hope, then disappointment, of realizing that I'm not who she thinks I am.

"Sunrise," I say. "Sunrise Rainier."

Saying my own name gives me a moment of pause, to gather my bearings. I look awkwardly at my feet. I want to be myself, to be warm, but I can't tell if Nessa will even give me the time of day if I'm not useful to her. I want to believe she would.

Crossing my arms across my chest, I shake my head, thinking about every career I've ever met. "I'm from Two, but I'm not a Career. I grew up knowing them, but I didn't want to train."

Didn't want to die, more like it. Too bad, I suppose, because here I fucking am.

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