The Great Pie Eating Contest [Mace vs Jim vs Blaire] (blitz)

Kire
Retired Staff

2,937 POSTS
Pronouns: she/her
last seen Jul 16, 2015 21:45:21 GMT -5

thinking about thonking

The Great Pie Eating Contest [Mace vs Jim vs Blaire] (blitz) Sept 24, 2014 19:03:08 GMT -5

Quote

Post by Kire on Sept 24, 2014 19:03:08 GMT -5

♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆

J I M D E E R

♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆

Says, Thinks

The food was laid out in massive quantities before me, before all of us really, and I couldn't help but let my mouth water as I took in the sight and smell. A massive selection of pies adorned the table in various places, some meat pies, some fruit or vegetable pies, and some that I had never dealt with before. The number of them surprised me greatly and I greedily approached the largest collection of them. That was when I saw the man sitting before the very pies I was aiming for, a rather round man who looked incredibly familiar, not to mention that he looked like he used to be rather fit. Of course at the moment he simply looked like he liked to eat, and that was about it. Feeling like I was threatening the man's horde, and enjoying the thought of teasing an old tiger, I sat down across from him and reached for a pie. The first one that met my fingers was slid to sit in front of me and I breathed in the scent of chicken pot pie. Casually, as if it were nothing, I gave the man across from me a grin. "Mind if I join you?" Technically I already had, but I may as well show some sort of manners, even if all I wanted to do was indulge in the marvelous pie before me.

♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆
-challenge sent-

Last Edit: Sept 24, 2014 20:09:19 GMT -5 by Kire

On hills and waves on stormy days.

garnet beauford d8 [earthling]
Administrator

9,452 POSTS
Pronouns: She/Her
last seen Apr 18, 2024 8:31:45 GMT -5

cameron stood in line for an hour for a stupid ride for me <3 best <3

The Great Pie Eating Contest [Mace vs Jim vs Blaire] (blitz) Sept 24, 2014 20:54:57 GMT -5

Quote

Post by garnet beauford d8 [earthling] on Sept 24, 2014 20:54:57 GMT -5

a note from the desk of

Mace Emberstatt

of District Ten

when you never thought that it could ever get this tough,
that's when you feel my kind of love

It was silly, and frivolous, and pointless, and maybe just plain insulting while Citizens in the outer district starved.

But at least no one was going to die during the contest.

He took his breaks where he could get them in the Capitol. He'd signed up when Julian had been napping with the kids, and snuck off while he was at training. Sure, it twisted his guts with guilt to leave the kids in the creche, but he knew they would be well tended to, especially since some of the younger Victors seemed to have a way with children. Hell, Opal had her own now, although he hadn't yet met the littlest Earnest. The moment Saffron had a kid, he was officially old. But that was never going to happen, because he'd probably stuff any man that hit on Saffron into a wooden box.

He was glad none of the other victors seemed to be in attendance. It gave him more time to peruse, to choose the best seat. And choose he did, right in front of an array of pies. He could have sworn one was made of pure whipped cream, which made him salivate. Except he should probably save it for last to fill in the cracks, if any cracks remained. He glanced at the other competitors as they trickled in. He really couldn't afford to go hog wild, not if he was going to sit at dinner in an hour with Julian and make a show of eating. After all, he had to cover his tracks.

Maybe if he ate the chicken pot pie first, even though it was the heaviest. No, that wouldn't work. Maybe if he ate a few more of the potato pies in the middle, try to soak up some of the other liquids. He kept revising his strategy, practically drooling over the table, when a shadow crossed his slice of heaven.

Mace looked up, and could not help but think the boy had a very mean face. He remembered him from the reaping videos as a Tribute, one of the fellow outer districts. Actual pertinent information like his name and district eluded him. Mace cleared his throat, swallowing some of the drool. "I ain't gonna stop you from doin' whatever you want to do here." He offered a grim smile, pretty much the only kind he knew, before continuing. Despite his words, his eyes glinted with just a hint of jest. Just a hint, though. Mace never joked about his food. "But touch that cream pie and we're going to have to take this to the TC proper."

credit gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan

credit ✨

- chars -

arx
Retired Staff

2,424 POSTS

Pronouns: she/her
last seen Apr 19, 2024 15:05:46 GMT -5

literally so gay, doing so many crimes

The Great Pie Eating Contest [Mace vs Jim vs Blaire] (blitz) Sept 24, 2014 21:23:51 GMT -5

Quote

Post by arx on Sept 24, 2014 21:23:51 GMT -5

` District 5 - Fifteen - Sycamore House

` Blaire

I had never in my life seen so much food, let alone have it be a table full of pies. And though I hated myself for it, I couldn't help but thank the Capitolites for their obsession with food, food, and more food. And though it was true that I had a lot of other things on my mind (Ruth. I miss Ruth, I wanna go home, home, home I need Sycamore house, I do.) the pies were beyond distracting, sitting so perfect.

In fact they are perfect enough that I have to wonder if I belong here - especially since the only people here happen to be a Victor (~~whoa, I think the camera actually drops 10 pounds?~~) and the kid from 12 who looks like he could step on me and not even notice ... much like most every other person here.

For a moment I consider actually being modest - then I remember I am the one here to die, so why should I give a fuck what they think? I eye up all the different pies before I pull a chair out roughly and sit. I can tell they are different by the way they are sorted, but having never really seen a pie in my life I can't tell which is which. As if it actually mattered, I was going to eat it all.

"All right Tubbers and Twelve, hope you don't mind sharing."

underneath the sycamore
we were both broken in our own ways
sifting through the rubble for the wrong things
and this is where we find our peace

"I run on the road, long before I dance under the lights."

Kire
Retired Staff

2,937 POSTS
Pronouns: she/her
last seen Jul 16, 2015 21:45:21 GMT -5

thinking about thonking

The Great Pie Eating Contest [Mace vs Jim vs Blaire] (blitz) Sept 24, 2014 22:06:42 GMT -5

Quote

Post by Kire on Sept 24, 2014 22:06:42 GMT -5

♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆

J I M D E E R

♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆

Says, Thinks

The man looks like he can barely hold himself off of the food and I really can't blame him, not with the scent wafting straight up from my chicken pot pie into my nose. I swear that between the two of us this table would be drenched in drool in a matter of moments - or at least it would have been had we not been doing everything in our power to suck it back. "I ain't gonna stop you from doin' whatever you want to do here." I registered his flat-line of a smile and gave him a more devious grin, watching as the smallest hint of humor touched his eyes - though they were mostly filled with longing for the food that surrounded us and perhaps something a little more uncomfortable, guilt maybe? "But touch that cream pie and we're going to have to take this to the TC proper." However much humor had shown itself before, there was no disguising the fact that this man would surely keep to that threat, and that I would lose spectacularly to him if he did. Having never fought in my life I surely would lose to a Victor - the only title that would make sense for the guy in front of me - pudgy or no.

I heard footsteps and looked up to see a third person joined us, staring at the pies with just as much desire as I felt, and it took me a moment to recognize him. When I had finally placed his face I almost glared. It was the boy from the training center, the one who had called me a loser - and stung what little pride I had in the same instant. Ruffled by this, I shifted in my seat. I couldn't make eye contact with him, or even the Victor anymore, so instead I stared at the pie sitting before me. "All right Tubbers and Twelve, hope you don't mind sharing." I did, in truth, for a couple reasons, but this kid didn't need to know that. "Ready to lose old man?" I sent another wicked grin at the guy across from me, ignoring the boy. It seemed like no one else was going to join us down here, so it was about time that we got this thing started.

"I bet I can eat more pies than both of you put together." I wasn't overly confident in my statement, but I was still determined to eat more that either of them. This was something I had essentially practiced over the past few days so I felt like I could very well beat them. Whatever happened, I would be eating pie until I was ready to burst.

♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆ ♦ ✦ ◆

On hills and waves on stormy days.

garnet beauford d8 [earthling]
Administrator

9,452 POSTS
Pronouns: She/Her
last seen Apr 18, 2024 8:31:45 GMT -5

cameron stood in line for an hour for a stupid ride for me <3 best <3

The Great Pie Eating Contest [Mace vs Jim vs Blaire] (blitz) Sept 25, 2014 20:12:36 GMT -5

Quote

Post by garnet beauford d8 [earthling] on Sept 25, 2014 20:12:36 GMT -5

a note from the desk of

Mace Emberstatt

of District Ten

when you never thought that it could ever get this tough,
that's when you feel my kind of love

He was still eyeing the boy with the mean mug when another joined them. Mace took one glance and knew it was Blaire Sycamore. The name had stuck with him, another sibling to a ghost. He looked reasonably sturdy, but perhaps that was only in comparison. Laila had been just so damn small, even compared to the other tots that year. Even compared to Saffron.

He glanced up, craning his neck to see if she had decided to join his early dinner ritual, when Blaire spoke. And he definitely did not sound like Laila. Tubbers. Mace barely suppressed a growl, and it came out like a sigh. The real frustrating, soul wrenching truth was: Mace actually didn't mind being fat. For himself, he could be happy with an enlarged gut and a taste for Capitolite food. But that wasn't permissible. Everyone just assumed he was trapped in a body that morphed without his permission, that he must be just as shamed as his husband and friends and every svelte Capitolite. But if it had not been for them, Mace would have never thought twice about his growing girth. He could have been fat and happy.

Old, however, did not sit as well. Mace scowled at the boy across from him. "Watch your mouth," he muttered, unwilling to attract too much attention. Yes, it was insulting, and yes, he was going to defend the whipped cream pie with his life. But if he got into an altercation and the Peacekeepers were summoned, it would get back to Julian. And then there would be no more pies.

Mace leaned back, assessing the outer district tribute even as he betrayed his belly with - gasp! - a measure of pride. What the hell was the boy thinking, challenging someone significantly larger and well fed? And that single thought took all the air out of his sails. He hunched forward, surveying the pies. What a privilege it was, to carry that extra weight. "I'm game," he said at last. "But it's got to be a real contest. You can't just eat the key limes and call it a win. There's gotta be some protein."

credit gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan

credit ✨

- chars -

arx
Retired Staff

2,424 POSTS

Pronouns: she/her
last seen Apr 19, 2024 15:05:46 GMT -5

literally so gay, doing so many crimes

The Great Pie Eating Contest [Mace vs Jim vs Blaire] (blitz) Sept 25, 2014 20:45:23 GMT -5

Quote

Post by arx on Sept 25, 2014 20:45:23 GMT -5

` District 5 - Fifteen - Sycamore House

` Blaire

"I bet I can eat more pies than both of you put together."

And I couldn't suppress a little bout of laughter. Twelve here thinks he's so big, bad, and tough. But I had seen him the other day in the Training Center - he was just a big guy with a seemingly obsessive need to talk to all the cool kids. Whether it was badass Krearns boy or former badass Mace Emberstatt, he seemed to want in on the social scene. He talks big, but I know he probably isn't much more privileged than me.

My stomach rumbles and I literally have to sit on my hands to refrain from digging right in. (Note to self: Stay away from the cream pie. Tubbers is still a bit scary when he is irritated.) (~~And another note: Probably shouldn't call him Tubbers again.~~) I snap out of my trance when I have to suck in a bit of drool. Shit. Can we just eat already?

"But it's got to be a real contest. You can't just eat the key limes and call it a win. There's gotta be some protein."

I nod and give a sly grin. "Yeah." I agree. "One of each kind?" I suggest, wondering what each kind even was. I was certainly up for eating all of it to find out. I had managed to eat just about every single bit of food on the train here, why couldn't I do the same thing here? And what Twelve was forgetting? I am an orphan. I inhale food.

"Oh, and bring it on." I say, grinning ear to ear.

underneath the sycamore
we were both broken in our own ways
sifting through the rubble for the wrong things
and this is where we find our peace