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[ retro gm ] angel lí ✨
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metanoia. arcadia&wolf brunch. Oct 16, 2023 2:25:07 GMT -5

Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Oct 16, 2023 2:25:07 GMT -5

↳ WOLF TURING D3

The Turing sacrifice's eyes narrow at her first pairing. These Gamemakers had a bad habit of pairing her up with Careers, muscles still aching in places she didn't even know she could hurt as a consequence yesterday's brawl. An unfair brawl, but that was to be expected here.

The cards are arranged neatly in front of her next to delicate things that look too pretty to eat and glasses filled with orange juice she doesn't dare touch. One glance at Arcadia and Wolf knows she and the girl will have near nothing in common, uninspired and a little threatened at the idea of putting herself in front of a career. Again, that phantom ache of yesterday. She can still feel their weapons, the sturdiness of their attacks, the sureness in every trained strike, despite the near magic balms that vanished bruises and healed cuts in her skin overnight.

But this excerise was mandatory, as Sparky had reminded her with a stern glance that morning, so she obliges. The cards are plain enough, designed only with a subtle emblem of Panem's seal that you can only see when tilted toward the morning light. Wolf's brown eyes scan the question printed on them then roll upwards, scoffing; - "Well, this one's obvious."

"Would you rather have the ability to become invisible or be able to predict your opponents' movements in the arena?"

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metanoia. arcadia&wolf brunch. Oct 22, 2023 0:05:37 GMT -5

Post by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait on Oct 22, 2023 0:05:37 GMT -5

arcadia lumiere-fray

Girlie is cute!

Even if she is staring daggers at me.

Listen, I don’t blame her – I’d envy me too! But first impressions are rarely all there is to the story. I’m hoping she’ll at least pretend to want to be here. This is supposed to be fun!

I smile over my glass at her as she scans the card and scoffs to herself. “Well, this one’s obvious. Would you rather have the ability to become invisible or be able to predict your opponents’ movements in the arena?” She stares at me with her big brown eyes: a challenge.

Something tells me we’re going to have different opinions on her question. Likely every question we uncover.

I play along anyway. Like I said: fun!

“Now, why on earth would I want to hide?” I toss my hair over my shoulder to emphasise my point – I was never meant to lurk in the shadows. Honestly, I don’t think I could be invisible even if I tried, not when the spotlight always manages to find me. “Besides, you can’t stay hidden forever. Not in there.” My voice is soft, placating almost. I try to keep any creeping venom out of it. She already knows all of this.

I don’t wait for her replying answer; we both know what she’s going to say. We are birds of two different tribes, straddling separated ends of the spectrum of adolescence. I unfold the card in front of me, hoping it won’t divide us further. “Which tribute from a past Hunger Games do you relate to most and why?”