our fall from grace . Mer, Lys, Bella, Cryo

our fall from grace . Mer, Lys, Bella, Cryo Jun 5, 2020 21:36:30 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jun 5, 2020 21:36:30 GMT -5

m e r e d i t h .

I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight with all my might
I'm getting out,
So check it out

It hadn’t taken Meredith long to decide that she was going to align herself with anyone that would piss off Octavia, Killian, and Victor. In fact, it had been almost a pre-requisite of every decision she had made since she had volunteered at the reaping back in district two.

Killan’s lessons had taught her how to read a person’s movements, how to see what they’re going to do next. Moreso, he had taught them how to think like a winner, who to choose as allies, and who to avoid at all costs. So she took that lesson now and turned it on its head. From the moment she had stepped into the training centre she had been searching, weeding out the ones that Killian would nod his head to. The career districts were an instant black cross, that’d make Victor too happy. Some of the other districts had power and grace, but after watching the reaping she had known what she had wanted.

Lysander, the girl from district five seemed like a train wreck in action. She was a drunk in need of some help. Meredith had known straight away that she had wanted to be her ally. Next, she had browsed through the districts, she needed more, she needed numbers and names that would make Octavia’s skin crawl. The lower districts had a way of making Octavia gag at the very idea of being near them. It was simple, next she wanted the two kids from district eleven.

She’d asked them to join her, on the roof for a bit of fun, it hadn’t been hard to convince Lysander to join in after tempting her with a bottle of alcohol. Honestly, it was shocking at how easy it had been to get her hands on it, Hellemine was an amazing source, being another one of the alcoholics and drug addicts in these games.

The few more she’d managed to find were sitting beside her as she stared into the Capitol. The sun had begun to creep below the skyline, the breeze was chilly, but nothing a jumper couldn’t save you from. She had hardly allowed herself enough time to be fascinated with the world she found herself in, it made her stomach hurt when she looked at it all. One death sentence exchanged for another, she just hoped this one bought her a less painful demise.

She brought the bottle to her lips, taking a brisk mouthful before giving it back to Lysander. Footsteps behind her had her grabbing another bottle of alcohol, turning to face the newcomers. “Cryo, Bella, welcome, welcome, come and join me and Lys,” she waved the bottle in the air, beckoning them forwards.

our fall from grace . Mer, Lys, Bella, Cryo Jun 7, 2020 7:18:26 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Jun 7, 2020 7:18:26 GMT -5

a r a b e l l a .

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Arabella had received notice that Meredith Strauss, from district two, would like herself and Cryo to join her on the roof. It was not everyday that a lowly district 11 peasant was summoned by a lady of District Two. Arabella found herself wondering what the career would want from sone such as herself and Cyro. She hadn't ran into many careers so far, and the ones she had, haven't left such a great impression on her. Her mind travels back to her confrontation with the girl from One. Annoyance flashes through er and she clenches her fists. Arabella didn't really understand the girl. When she had first laid eyes on her, she had thought that she would have an interesting story. She had been fascinated by the silents struggle that had played so openly on her features. But her interest had evaporated the moment the girl had opened her lips. Reminding her that she was an orphan.

Growling quietly, she pushes One to the back of her mind, her feet carrying her to the elevator that would take her to the roof. It was not often that she got caught up on things such as what people say to her. All her life people had whispered harsh things in her ears. Whispers filled with cruelty and bitterness. But for some unknown reason Arabella was struggling to let go. Maybe it was because of the situation, because maybe this time next week she would be dead. Maybe it was due to the fact that not everything the girl had hissed at her had been untrue.

Since getting on that train Arabella had been exposed to a lot of hard truths. Truths that she wasn't ready to hear.

The elevator dings, doors sliding open she slips in. The doors are closing when suddenly they open Cyro's voice slipping into the elevator- "Hold the door!" Arabella quickly places a hand against the closing door, forcing them to halt so that Cyro can slip in. She nods in his direction, quickly pressing the button for the roof. The ride is silent. And short. The doors slide open as she steps onto the rooftop, quickly spotting Meredith and Lysander in one corner.

“Cryo, Bella, welcome, welcome, come and join me and Lys,” Mer waves a bottle in her direction, Arabella quickly makes her way over, grabbing the bottle that was offered. She had never had a drink before, and she felt a little buzz of excitement as she places the lip of the bottle to her mouth taking a sip. Instantly her face screws up, the liquid burning her throat. She gags, "oh Lordy, what in the name of Ripred is this?" she grumbles as she takes a seat next to them. "I have never tasted anything like this, is it supposed to burn?"