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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 4, 2015 18:02:10 GMT -5

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Post by cameron on Oct 4, 2015 18:02:10 GMT -5

H E A T H E R - T E N L E Y

o o o

There were only two days left until the Games officially began, and Narvila had been begging Heather incessantly to get drunk at least once. "Death would simply not be fair to someone who had never experienced intoxication!" "Thanks for the confidence boost, Narvila." And besides, she had drank before. Sips of champagne here, a glass of wine there... always with her mother at some social event...

The more she thought about it, the more she agreed with her stylist.

Her birthday was only five days away, and there was no guarantee she would even reach seventeen at this point. May as well have a little fun... right?

And that was enough for Narvila. Returning to her room after training, Heather found the golden-haired Capitolite reclining in Heather's bed, surrounded by what seemed like an entire liquor store. Upon first glance, Heather counted 12 bottles piled on her bed. Noticing Heather's expression, Narvila spoke up. "Oh, honey, you cannot actually believe this is all I have acquired for you." Narvila jumped up and grabbed Heather's hand, dragging her into the main room and leading her behind the couch. What looked like hundreds of bottles were positioned against the wall. "Narvila... what the hell."

That's when the door swung open. Timidly glancing sideways at the stylist, Narvila grinned. "There is a verisimilar chance I invited the entirety of the building. Reasonably feasible, yes?"

ooc: ok every tribute can post bc heather's stylist has like 1000000 bottles of liquor for them all leggo

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 4, 2015 18:47:37 GMT -5

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Post by pup on Oct 4, 2015 18:47:37 GMT -5

Paige

Heather Tenly, the girl from district seven, was throwing a party. Earlier that day Rocky had told Paige then had went to find Cody to tell him as well. It would be a good time to make friends, Paige supposed, so that night, she dressed up in this weird party dress that only went down to her theighs, was black, and sparkled everywhere. It felt weird to be standing in such a nice dress. Is this what Capitolites wore to parties? Appearantly so.

Hopefully there would be lemonade and not just alchahol.

Paige made her way into the elevator, not waiting for cody, and pressed the button to go up. That was when she realized she had to go down, not up. These elevators confused her so much. Once she rectified her mistake she found herself in the district seven apartment, which was full of all types of alchahol. She scanned the room, and there it was, shining gloriously, the lemonade. She rushed over before anyone else could steal it from her and took a cupfull before anyone else had gotton there. Quietly Paige made her way to sit down at one of the sofa's hopefully not disturbing anyone, and placed the cup on the coffe table before turning to hear the elevator open, leaving her lemonade unattended.

Ooc: briar, now's your chance if you want to tame it, dont worry there will be more tho

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 5, 2015 23:39:11 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 5, 2015 23:39:11 GMT -5

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There's no salvation for me now,
No space among the clouds

I take a single step into that room and I'm already clinging on to the neck of a bottle. And it ain't like I'm an alcoholic, but under the circumstances I'm sure the world doesn't care how fucked up I get in the head. And I keep thinkin' back to those two lady lovers who took me into their home, not askin' nothin at all, just wanting my company and saving me - their words, not mine - from a night of recklessness.

Those two women gave me a bottle of wine and a kiss on the cheek, and I think they loved each other more than anyone else on this planet.

Now that I'm here, I hold tight to the bottle of whiskey and press it to my chest, and when I twist the top off with nimble fingers I can feel the liquid bouncing around inside. In no time at all I tilt the bottle back and feel the whiskey pour down my throat like water, but it doesn't soothe like the rain does. This shit burns like fire and hope and all the things I still need to fucking do with my life, and it makes me mad and lonely and ecstatic all at the same time.

I think this burning in my chest from the whiskey is what love feels like.

Slipping onto the bed, I hold up the bottle with a red-lipped smile. "You're all welcome to join me," I say, holding out the bottle for anyone to take.

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 6, 2015 11:43:24 GMT -5

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Post by arx on Oct 6, 2015 11:43:24 GMT -5

Jequirity Eckhart

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in this white wave

The moment the invitation came I had decided I wasn't going to go. What was it with all the alcohol here? It wasn't like any of these people had actually earned themselves a drink, ever. But still, here they all were, every Capitol citizen with a drink in their hand. I could say I was angry about it, though that would be a lie. Mostly I was jealous.

The smell, the taste, the warmth, the burn, the high --- once an addict, always an addict. I just happened to give up alcohol for music, a healthy transition if do I say so myself. But now that I was on the fast track to death and all sorts of bubbly liquids were being shoved in my face, it was growing exceedingly more difficult for me to shake my head: No.

I promised myself I wouldn't cave a long time ago. I owed sobriety to myself and everyone I loved. But Ripred did it sound like the answer to every single one of my problems right now. The guilt begins as soon as I set foot out of my room, escalating faster and faster until I'm standing outside of Heather Tenley's room practically shaking as the fear, guilt, and excitement all seem to peak at one moment.

What am I doing? Breaking every promise I've ever made before I die? Was I really that terrible?

One of the Avoxes no doubt on delivery duty passes by and I can't help but swipe a bottle from the cart. It looked so beautiful, so drinkable. But my lapse in judgement was over and all my previous conviction had vanished. I sat, back pressed against the wall, letting the sweet smell of temptation dance around me.

in this silence, i believe

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

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 7, 2015 0:06:37 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Oct 7, 2015 0:06:37 GMT -5

The invitation was slipped to me by my ever-so-friendly stylist, but I didn’t know how to respond to the request to join the District 7 girl for…what was she had said? “A time you will never forget!” Honestly, it seemed like anything was going to be a time I will never forget with my stylist, and I didn’t see why this was going to be any different. “Oh, but you have to go! When will you have an opportunity like this?" I had given my stylist the stoniest eyes I could have procured, but nothing stopped her from shoving me into the get-up that she called party clothes.

I didn’t know the District 7 girl, didn’t know her name. I didn’t know if she was nice or mean or just batshit crazy, but I found myself in the same room with the other tributes, holding a drink my brother would have taken from me and finished before I could give it another look. I didn’t like the drink myself, but there didn’t seem to be anything else to drink—just bottles and bottles of this terrible tasting liquid—and I wasn’t about to approach anyone to ask for something that had less of a burn.

In fact, I almost felt like I didn’t recognize anyone there. I knew them based on faces and their districts, but names? I was completely shot at that. So far I could see the girl from district 8, the one who had a sister in one of the earlier Games. I saw Harbinger’s district partner, but not Harbinger himself. And then the district 6 girl whose name I remembered vaguely because of how strange I had thought it. Still, amongst all the girls, there wasn’t one I could easily talk to so I kept taking cautious sips from the glass and praying that someone I was at least somewhat friendly with would enter the room.

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 7, 2015 8:28:49 GMT -5

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Post by * on Oct 7, 2015 8:28:49 GMT -5

An invitation of friendship or an invitation to see you at your worst? So many things are going through my mind as I hold the invitation in my hand and hazardously traipse down the hallway to this room. As to what I'll find inside is completely more terrifying than the games itself as I know it's going to be an all for one and one for all here. I'm used to being around people, as my family is quite large, but to suddenly show up in the presence of all these people I will likely be facing in due time is making my innards become unsettled.

"Just a party. Live." My words push a tremendous amount of courage through my fingertips as I pull the door and slip inside. And just like that I freeze. Girls... I look at the faces of mine own enemies, some older and some younger than I am and wonder why I am the only guy that has shown up. Perhaps, I found my own district partner's invitation and this party was only ment to cater to the female kind? Though, who am I to just let this party go to waste? I'm only fifteen but in just a mere two days, who knows where I'll be?

Taking a gulp of courage, I walk further in. I drink up the aroma of the alcohol that is wafting around in the stale air and hear the words of welcome from a red-lipped beauty. If I was home, I woudln't dare do this but I'm not at home. If I was at home, I'd have better sense not to do something like this. So many things have changed in the last month and with it my own judgements have been clouded and covered up. "I'll take that!"

The bottleneck of the drink is taken within my hands and tilted upward. My lips welcome the first taste of liquid life. A party in itself. The burn of the drink igniting something from within that I've never experienced before and might as well before it's too late. "Taurus. District nine. You're... eleven... Nora? Right?" The only thing going through my mind at this moment is why did it have to be only girls in here?

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 7, 2015 11:41:29 GMT -5

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Post by d4 tati pelotte [azalea] on Oct 7, 2015 11:41:29 GMT -5

LETICIA TIBIDEAUX

The paper was bleached white.

Clean and crisp, not a mark on the pristine surface. Words sharp and straight made the general aesthetic of the invitation typical of the Capitol. And though my stomach would still wring at the impeccably high standards of this city, it was becoming normal to me.

The invitation planted itself into my hand and the thoughts of attending the party grew on my skin.

I took one step into the room and realised that it was going to be a strange night. Bottles of wine worth more than my family home in Ten and cans of beer intrigued us like it was a cornucopia of goods. Noelia has said the smell of the alcohol was enough for her, and that she could taste the dizziness as if her brain was too impatient to wait for the later intoxication.

I've never tried it.

I look up and see the eyes of the incoming storm. Annora Taylor, Jequirity Eckhart, Taurus Hawk—their very presence makes me feel the side effects of alcohol without having a single drop taint my body and mind.

My hand takes a glass from one of the many towering skyscrapers of liquor. It feels only necessary here: in a world where icy clinks and gentle fizzing are the only escape from forced small talk that isn't about who's to die in two days time.

I back away into a corner and take a swig of the glass. Noelia had told me the taste of alcohol was like a "science experiment gone wrong", but as I swallow the nectar I become vibrant with life.

Turned to colour in a situation composed of a pasty white and an eternally billowing black.

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 7, 2015 12:21:25 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Oct 7, 2015 12:21:25 GMT -5

S o m e i t h K r e a r n s
oh, drop your laundry and slam the door,
i don't want your love, so give me more

The invitation looked like a waste of time, but smelled like temptation. Urges rippled below the surface and he narrowed his eyes at the card. The letters were formed with an overly flourished hand - had to be the stylist's writing and not the girl's - but seemed genuine enough. If Annora, Hannah, and Saxton went then perhaps there would be a reason for his going. Not only are drunks more interesting - and sometimes more entertaining - but if any males went he would have to drive them off. Those three were his, and anyone who laid a part of their body against them would have that part removed. Setting his mind, he tossed the invitation over his shoulder and left.

Everyone was dressed up for this, but he wore his normal style. This was not an important occasion and so he would not put in more effort than was necessary. Pushing open the door he noticed two things within seconds. One, the party was almost entirely comprised of females at this point - something he met with a sly smirk - and two, the one male just so happened to be snatching a bottle from Annora's hand and taking a swig. The grin fell from his face and he took three long strides to stand right next to the boy, silent as the grave.

Annora was mine, mine and no fifteen year old boy would be trying his luck with her. I would see that he never came within a ten meter radius of her again. Not alive, anyway.

His hand struck out, yanking the bottle unceremoniously from the boy's hand. He looked over the bottle, read the label, took a sniff of the contents, and - after wiping off the mouth - took a drink. While Someith wasn't exactly a usual partaker of alcohol he thought that he may as well get a taste of Annora's choice. This was rather strong and pleasantly bitter - quite like himself - and went down wonderfully. He gave Annora an approving look, letting his eyes wander afterwards as his approval of her, and his choice of her, rose again.

Turning to look at the boy, he stood to his full height and looked down his nose at the would-be flirt. "Leave." This said, he turned back to Annora and handed her the bottle back with a crooked grin. "You have good taste, don't throw that away." He gave the boy a dark look out of the corner of his eye. Hannah's district partner, young and foolish. The sneer on Someith's face promised problems for the boy unless the younger male turned and walked away. Rules were made to be broken, and any reprimand for an early death would be work his satisfaction.

Satisfied that the boy would get the message, he returned his gaze to his companion - one of the few he would provide the title. He reached out and traced her lips with a thumb, surprisingly gentle compared to the type of person he normally was. "I'm hoping you at least will make tonight interesting for me."

And if not you, then I will have to find entertainment elsewhere.

On hills and waves on stormy days.

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 7, 2015 22:01:53 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 22:01:53 GMT -5

cody bowers-fox

Lessons learned and lessons discarded—I’ve learned that if anything, I deserve a fucking drink.

And at times this has been the difficult thing to ask for, a request falling upon deaf ears no matter how loud I attempt to shout it from point blank.

There is no use in healthy habits when you’re damned to be standing at hell’s gate before you can recollect the process that got you there to begin with.

Door swinging back on its hinges I step across the threshold with low hopes and even lower expectations, scanning the room for faces I will not recognize to put with names I do not know. A girl stands tall, her reputation destined to fall with bad choices and a dampened mind but I cannot help but crack a smirk in her direction as she raises a bottle, “You’re all welcome to join me.”

A hand raised in compliance leaves a tray at my disposal, a quick nod of approval as I take a bottle from its place and lift the bottle to my lips before pausing. The girl from seven was caught in the corner of my eye, stuck stiffly between uncomfortable and unamused. I pass shoulder to shoulder with two other girls— where they laid their definition of home as unknown to me as any— as well as my last remnant of home, still that which I wished to forget.

But she is second nature to the thought of four walls I wished to forget, and so upon arriving next to the girl from seven I throw an arm around her shoulder, tipping the neck of a bottle in her direction before bringing it back in my own, “So, if I finish this off in one go, we make out, even if I start some drunken spiel of spin the bottle and it happens to land on anyone but you.”

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 8, 2015 1:22:23 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 8, 2015 1:22:23 GMT -5

Laughter kindles from my lungs and flows past lips. “A party?” I question my vision out loud. “You have to be joking me.” Who in their proper mind would invite all the contestants of a future death match to a gathering? My eyes flicker over to my District Partner, instinctively craving his opinion.

It’s difficult to construe the overwhelming comfort that’s packaged with being by his side. Since exiting the train we’ve been nearly inseparable, finding safety by each other’s side. Flirts have occurred, and there’s evidently something conspiring; yet true feelings have yet to be vocalized. “Want to accompany me in this pre-bloodbath party, Septys?” I offer quite innocently despite my rough personality. Sure we won’t be hauled into the Arena for two day, but it certainly seems to be a ‘let’s get drunk before we kill one another’ scenario. Sounds like entertainment to me.

“I better see you there.” One last smirk is given to Septys, and with that I leave a bit earlier then him. Decent attire already accompanies my body, might as well jump straight into this potential excitement. District One is my home after all; I have to make myself known.

Numerous amount of alcohol welcomes me to the District Seven floor. Now this is certainly a party. All but one has an influential drink lingering from their tongues, and by no surprise it’s the youngster from Eight. The female Tribute from Seven appears as baffled as ever, though this is occurring on her floor. ‘Surprise’, I want to joke with her but settle with a grin. Even more female tributes grace my path of wondering eyes; Six looks to be falling in love with her poisonous beverage, Twelve stands shyly to the side with her drink, and Ten has found her corner and alcoholic glass. Apparently this event is obviously going well.

But it’s my future alliance member Taurus that has caught my attention. Somehow he’s discovered himself with the hot lipstick female from Eleven, and a slight altercation with an admirer of hers. Why the male from Four would witness Taurus as a threat is beyond me, still it’s amusing nonetheless.

Instantly I grab Nine’s arm like it belongs to me, though I don’t budge from the situation he’s in. “Taurus, there you are!” I act as relieved as ever while standing both of our grounds firmly. “Now why would he leave when I just got here?” My focus snaps over to Someith as if I was the one insulted. If he’s going to demand a loyal ally of mine, I might as well of been.

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let's get lost [all tribs blitz party!] Oct 9, 2015 0:38:21 GMT -5

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Post by Muffinface on Oct 9, 2015 0:38:21 GMT -5

Maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice,
And I will be on my way home.

Septys stretches his legs along the length of the soft down couch, his finger gently lifting in response. "Sure." he answers, half-heartedy, though his eyes catch on that short, almost too short skirt hiked above her gorgeous calves.

Damn. He'd better hurry then.

A drawn out exhale catches in his throat as he heaves himself up, hands pushing into his lower back. A hand falls quietly to his side, hummingbird heart pattering in his chest after her. Ruth, literally, is the only girl he's hoping to impress, and his feet carry him quietly from the living quarters to his private bathroom, then finally, to the door of his escort- A hurried "Can I borrow this?" escapes him as the shocked man nods, gesturing widely to the closet.

Not five moments later, he stands alone in an elevator driving him further and further upwards, though he sways; heights had always been a fear of his, and the quickly escalating speeds push his head down, an immense pressure building within his sinuses before it is all over.

Trembling fingers adjust the grey button up shirt, casually untucking the thing as he stands at the door to seven's suite, toe tapping to an imaginary beat. Ruth has to be inside- she left so early, abandoning him to his own devices. After shaking out the dregs of fear from the immense height, his fist quietly pushes the door ajar.

Initial shock passes across his countenance, lips twitching down in a harsh frown. What the fuck is she doing with Taurus on her arm!?

Confused, he approaches, his gaze locking firmly on the female from eleven, and the male from four before they twitch to six.

"Ruthless?" he questions, eyes unmoving from the Hawk, fists clamped tightly by his sides. Sure, initially, he'd wanted the male as a companion for the games, but that was when he showed great loyalty and phenomenal strength of character-

Not anymore.

"I don't think it was a good idea to show up after all." he says rather harshly, venom lacing his every word as he turns, trembling with an unharnessed rage. "I guess... I'll see you later? Maybe?"