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lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah
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take me home | flynn x nessa Oct 14, 2023 8:54:02 GMT -5

Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Oct 14, 2023 8:54:02 GMT -5

N E S S A

If there was anything I had learned since arriving at the Capitol, it was that I was so screwed. It was one thing to watch the Games, but to actually see the weapons and the skills of the other tributes up close and personal... How had Flynn managed it? I was still on the hunt for a reliable, maybe even blonde and feisty, career shield to protect me and Jimmy when the real danger hit. But so far, I had come up empty-handed. I had been tempted to ask Arcadia if she would be the third member of our awkward trio, but every time I tried, I turned into a flustered mess.

Flynn comes up beside me, and I pick up a knife, rolling my shoulders. Looking over at my brother, my eyes study the spot on his face where his ear had been. I had only been young when he had been reaped, so I never really understood exactly what he went through. It was only since being forced into his shoes that I had begun to understand exactly what he went through... and I was utterly terrified.

I didn't want to die, but I also didn't want to kill. I look at the knife in my hand, swallowing hard.

"Flynn," my voice is low, my hands tightening on the hilt of the knife, my eyes scanning the area around us. "Do you think I really have a chance?" I don't look at him at first, my eyes studying the way my fingers curled around the handle of the knife. "I- I'm- tell me the truth," I finally say, looking at him with wide eyes.

But did I really want to know the truth?

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take me home | flynn x nessa Oct 14, 2023 13:13:08 GMT -5

Post by d7m fraser birk ♚ frankel on Oct 14, 2023 13:13:08 GMT -5

FLYNN GARNER

Sponsorship events shouldn’t feel like good distractions, but they have been. A wandering mind that hasn’t let the inevitable horrors that are about to happen linger. Instead of pills, perhaps my remedy is having so much going on at once but I am pretty sure that’s just the definition of my life. The events won’t delay what is about to happen next, my sister and cousin are going into that arena. I am to have to say goodbye to one of them. I may have to say goodbye to both.

It is a quell though. A delusion has festered in my mind that it could be a repeat of the eightieth. I have seen the Capitol rinse and repeat before.

The one hour where I am free of events, I spend time in the training center. It should be a thirty-minute share of time between my relatives, but I have said hello to Jimmy and I have been standing with Nessa since. I am such a dick and Jimmy knows it, but that kid is playing the game well, so I have been told.

I try hold back on being the pushy interferer like I was with Johnny, having a brother and sister row in front of everyone isn’t going to help our image so I just let Nessa ask the questions and I answer them.

"Do you think I really have a chance?"

Except, maybe not that question.

I rub the side of my head, where the hearing aid implant is. Tuning into the world and hoping she didn’t really ask that. ”Yes.” That is what she wants to hear. I stood no chance but here I am eight years later. ”You’re definitely tougher than I was, still now.” That is my truth. I can’t doubt her. The one I do doubt is the one I have been abandoning. The one whose name has been barely mentioned in the sponsorship events. My aunt and uncle are going to hate me.

”Throw that knife.” I say, point towards a lone training dummy that is a few feet away from us. ”I want you to prove me right.”