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unite {Hal/Vali/Marceline} Feb 16, 2024 13:14:23 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Feb 16, 2024 13:14:23 GMT -5

It is tough being in this place alone while everything else around him feels as though it's crashing down. The world is on fire, and Hal stands in place watching it burn wondering how to extinguish the flames. Nothing in this place makes sense anymore, and in this moment, he isn't sure where to turn or what to do. Time is coming to an end, and the idea of venturing into the arena alone terrifies him. Nobody should go at this alone, but at the same time, it weighs heavily on his mind - what happens when they die?

Making friendships doesn't come easily to him, and it's something that haunts him every second of every single day. Being a second parent to his younger siblings has destroyed any social life he's had, but why? Growing up too soon, and now that he's here, Hal isn't sure where to turn or what to do, but maybe his district partner can help. He wants people who might understand him, who may give him a chance in life - would anyone do that here?

It's something he may never know which is why he ventures off on his own to find people he can get along with.

I know of two.

He grabs some paper -

Vali,
Please meet with me in the dining room for supper.
Hal

Marceline,
Please meet with me in the dining room for supper.
Hal

It's short and sweet and to the point, yet his mind races as he has an Avox deliver a note to Vali and Marceline. He wants to meet with them, to discuss potential allegiances even if for just a beginning.

At supper time, Hal makes his way to the dining room, and loads his plate with food before sitting at a table in the corner. He waits and hopes they will come and talk to him. Right now, it's all that he has, and it is better than nothing.

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unite {Hal/Vali/Marceline} Feb 17, 2024 16:00:22 GMT -5

Post by andromache s. ⚔️ [d1b] sucy on Feb 17, 2024 16:00:22 GMT -5

Solitary as she is, Marceline had laid her hopes for any alliances aside early on during her days at the Training Center, especially once Garnet had started taking his meals with the guys from Districts Nine and Ten. Maybe it was in her best interests to go it alone anyways -- after all, even the strongest alliance in the arena was very easily broken. By necessity eventually, of course, but often by paranoia and rising tempers prematurely too.

It just makes sense to stay solo. Interacting with the others is hard as it is. Every smile they share, there's blood in the cracks between their teeth. Their own or somebody else's, already there. Not by necessity, but by obligation. What's the point of bonding at the Plants station with Xov Thao, for instance? For all Marceline knows, she could've been feeding her false information the entire time. Marceline digs the heels of her palms into her eyes. She doesn't want to think of people this way, but she needs to, if she wants to survive.

Still, despite all of her reasoning, and pessimism, and her historical self inflicted loneliness, Marceline's heart skips a beat when an Avox arrives with a note from Hal Rolaxis. He's a nice boy, she thinks, not a boy she sees as a killer. Marceline glances in the mirror, sees the reflection devoid of a killer either, looks back at the note. She'll eat with him.

Once supper time rolls around, Marceline is hungry after a full day of training. It's close to the wire now, so she's been pushing herself extra hard, against the training dummies and in the dining hall. Eating has become more and more of a chore as the days have gone on, but with what's to come, Marceline forces herself to eat, untasting, to the farthest reach of her limits. Stocking up, so to speak. With a piled up plate, consisting primarily of carbs, Marceline turns and scans the room. Hal, when she finally sees him, is in a corner, eating alone.

Marceline approaches, and slips onto her seat gently.

"Hal, thanks for... inviting me," she says, voice low. She's wary of the surrounding tables and the tributes filing in. "Let me take a guess. You're looking for allies."

Oh, how miserable. Even with all of the coaching her escort's given her, Marceline remains as awkward as ever.

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unite {Hal/Vali/Marceline} Feb 17, 2024 16:20:00 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Feb 17, 2024 16:20:00 GMT -5

A simple gesture for her. The note comes in the hands of a poor guy who's gotten enough pain to deal with. She pats him on the shoulder with a thanks as she looks at the note. Oh, Hal, what a beautiful mind he has. Interesting to be reaching out to her. Destined for this journey together, she assumed they would be working together when the time came. A smile on her lips as she stares ahead. Dinner would be coming up and she needed allies in this place. Not even a Forrester was confident enough to go alone without having someone to get your back. Vali was confident in herself, but she wasn't indestructible, no matter how much she wished to believe it to be so. A sigh on her lips as she holds her hands out, cracking each knuckle gently before stepping one step at a time towards the dining hall.

The food was fancy by all means, but Vali preferred what the Forresters provided. Lavish foods were nothing more than a way to make mortals take down their meals. Even in the primal instincts, mortals have to prepare their meals for consumption. Such weak bodies they carry. It's how she's found herself with a tray of fancy foods that didn't quite feel like home. There were some beef bits in some rice that made her mouth water, but she didn't care for the plentiful flavors. In Seven, she had her meals for sustenance, not enjoyment. Approaching with the ever careful tray in her grasp, she looks to the table where Hal and Marceline from Eight sit. Intriguing by all means, but Vali had seen the girl over the few days. She was capable enough in her eyes. Almost drawn to the way she resides; Vali steps closer. Her eyes focusing on Hal for a moment, but she doesn't speak. Instead she watches for a moment.

"Hal, thanks for... inviting me," A snort dares to come out, but she stays silent as she watches. "Let me take a guess. You're looking for allies." Destined by the Weavers of Fate, Vali steps forward now, setting her tray comfortably down next to Marceline. Her eyes never quite leaving the two of them as she sits. There's a lot of words she could say, but for now, she waits to let herself linger. Fear is something to be tested and she wonders if Marceline will bend under her whim. Seeing what others do in the uncomfortable explains a lot about them, but she decides to give a little bit of relief as she leans forward a bit more.

"It seems we're destined to meet, Marceline." Looking from Eight to Hal, she continues. "Hal, I expected this. Is this the chosen alliance? Us three?" A smile on her lips as she starts to pick up some of the rice and beef with her bare hands, shoveling some of it into her mouth. Improper to many, but she'd always eaten with the tools she was born with. There's a silence as she watches them carefully. They could make this work. She could make this work. Destined by the Weavers themselves, she could see it now. An alliance built by the gods themselves.