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d10f ekta ram // [earthling]
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Other's Laughter // [Loners] Feb 18, 2022 16:25:43 GMT -5

Post by d10f ekta ram // [earthling] on Feb 18, 2022 16:25:43 GMT -5

He hadn't realized he'd been working hard until he suddenly found himself on a bench, sweat dripping off the end of his nose, eyelids heavy, stomach rumbling. He'd exhausted all of the physical stations, proving once again that he wasn't even remotely physically fit. Surely there could be some sort of PE exemption. Like, he'd only bared passed every physical education class back in Seven. Shouldn't that be good enough to get him out of having his ass handed to him by the Capitol trainers?

An avox dropped a towel into his lap. Orville stared at it and then leaned forward and buried his face between his knees. He breathed in rapdily, taking in oxygen and bits of lint. He sat up with a gasp, no longer sweaty but decidedly flushed.

At the water station he took his time filling the little plastic cup. Then again. Then again. Until slowly he became aware of a line queueing behind him. He gathered a few more cups and filled them, arraying them on top of the dispenser.

A group of tributes nearby laughed. Like, not at each other. Affectionately.

Orville stared at them, confused not only by what they had between one another, but how they'd found it somewhere like this.

He finally stepped aside and motions to the little cups, filled to the brim with fresh water. "Sort of wish I knew what the joke was," he said, gaze not leaving the other alliance.

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Other's Laughter // [Loners] Feb 20, 2022 2:04:32 GMT -5

Post by nolan goode 10m / kaitlin. on Feb 20, 2022 2:04:32 GMT -5

You're grinning. That's your first red flag.

It's the cigarette high, you tell yourself. You smoked three of them standing out there on that balcony in the beating sun. You should drink a glass of water, collect yourself, stand up and walk away.

Your head tilts, eyes bright.

"Imagine the look on their face if we show up at home again," you say anyway, a stirring in your chest sending tingles down your arms. You reach out, knock your fist into Pope's shoulder hard enough to bruise. The pair of you have that hope in common, at the very least. Both your ex's sent you into this mess, after all, and neither of you ever much cared for them in the first place. It'd be nice to see the look on their faces standing in front of them again. "Here I thought he was just boring," you go on. "Turned out way more interesting than I gave him credit for."

Sending you here? Well, you didn't think he had the balls, frankly. You're surprised in the same way by the kid from Seven.

It takes a lot for people to approach you, usually. The ones who do usually walk away pretty quickly. Orville King though, seventeen, district seven tribute volunteered to be here by a boy who looked like he was going to cry. He's almost as unsettling as you are. You're impressed, you suppose. Eyebrows raised, you look at him through half eyes, laughter paused.

You can't quite drop the half grin.

"I don't have time for sort of."

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Other's Laughter // [Loners] Feb 20, 2022 14:38:10 GMT -5

Post by ᴥ on Feb 20, 2022 14:38:10 GMT -5

r o m a n w e s t b r o o k

He despises hunger. A concave agony - collapsing in on itself until empty becomes all he can think about. It's not greed, it's indulgence. The act of soothing an ache as opposed to the relief that comes after. Wes has never been very comfortable with feeling full, either.

The Capitol was enough, at first. Never silent, humming with neon lights and harsh perfumes that coated the top of his tongue. The overstimulation was welcome, if only for the way it made his heart beat in his chest so fast it fucking hurt. He'd binged himself into a stupor on the first night and had spent most of the second recovering.

And the next time he woke he had begun to starve again. Same as it was back home. It's kind of disappointing, really. Everything was supposed to change when he didn't have to worry about where his next meal was coming from but all it did was remind him of his childhood home. Wes wants nothing to do with such fond memories.

"You'd have the upper hand! Objectively!" He struggles to keep up with the Avox's brisk pace. She doesn't even spare him a second glance, the only indication she was even aware of his presence was the wrinkle he'd worn between her brows. "See! Look at that poker face! One game of cards is all I'm asking!"

She takes a sharp left at the water cooler, having successfully lured him into the training center. Wes tucks yet another loss beneath his belt and lets out a long suffering sigh. His lips curl into a smile because they simply don't know what else to do.

He hears laughter behind him, so he joins in with a half hearted chuckle looking around at the boy from one, the girl from four, and the gangly one from seven. He'd found himself in strange company, sure, but didn't feel entirely unwelcome.

Granted he's only been here a few moments, but stil! It's a good start.

"Good one!" He chimes, as laughter usually follows some sort of joke. It's a good idea to butter up potential opponents - especially when they might be trying to kill you in a week.

See, Wes has got this down.

This whole games business will be easy.