tough luck - d8 train 97th
Jun 4, 2024 0:39:00 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Jun 4, 2024 0:39:00 GMT -5
That's fuckin' rough, dude.
District 8 has a history of back-to-back siblings if they ever happen. It's never one games, break, next sibling. It's back to back. Or back to back to back if you're considering some dead fuckin' family like the Hopes. Shit like that makes the people whisper - certainly made my momma' grumble about it. She'd see the one Hope sibling of that branch, Preston, at the store and grumble to herself about how it's "such a damn shame" the Capitol took it out on him like that. Felons get that type of luck - though Marceline, and now her sister?
Ain't nothin criminal about them two. Marceline was a fighter, which meant a lot to Theo as he saw his future mentee step on stage. "Grow up." She told the girls who stared, and whispered, and talked about her. Vera, as he learned, was much better than him. If that were Theo, he would have knocked those fuckin' bitches' teeth out. Who are you to be talking shit in a space, in a time like this? It's like taking the last sip of water in the midst of a drought. Selfish. Nothing about the Games should be selfish - it's all in the midst, the view of survival. He knew that now. Anyway, he'd knock their damn tooth in. He liked her spunk, of what existed, at least. Theo felt like he owed a part of himself to help her succeed. He didn't do too well on her sister, so what else can he offer her?
The other girl was an Exy regular. He never interacted with her too much - she was fairly after his time, considering the Games. but he knew of her through the various trainings and shit he still did with them. It felt weird to play still the sport he loved. Everyone expected to win and succeed, given he succeeded in the one game of life. Since Gams of life must represent actual life, right? He was sure she'd flourish if she was anything like the Exy boys when he was on the team before the Rose plague. But only time will tell. He wasn't even picked to play in this game; he volunteered for it.
Someone walked in. He was sat in the dining cart waiting for an arrival. This year was different. By now, he was tired of the looming laughter of an idea Leviane had brought. It was all on him nowadays, but he didn't want that. He wanted a team, as he had always needed. "Sup?" He was short in his greeting. It felt ridiculous to produce anything grandeur. It'd be like bringing a cup of water to a burning building. "I'm feeling like cuttin' the shit. I'll learn enough about you if you win." He hadn't even filled turned around to view the tribute. For all he knew, it could be a damn avox. "What do you need to win? Better yet, what can I do to help you?"
District 8 has a history of back-to-back siblings if they ever happen. It's never one games, break, next sibling. It's back to back. Or back to back to back if you're considering some dead fuckin' family like the Hopes. Shit like that makes the people whisper - certainly made my momma' grumble about it. She'd see the one Hope sibling of that branch, Preston, at the store and grumble to herself about how it's "such a damn shame" the Capitol took it out on him like that. Felons get that type of luck - though Marceline, and now her sister?
Ain't nothin criminal about them two. Marceline was a fighter, which meant a lot to Theo as he saw his future mentee step on stage. "Grow up." She told the girls who stared, and whispered, and talked about her. Vera, as he learned, was much better than him. If that were Theo, he would have knocked those fuckin' bitches' teeth out. Who are you to be talking shit in a space, in a time like this? It's like taking the last sip of water in the midst of a drought. Selfish. Nothing about the Games should be selfish - it's all in the midst, the view of survival. He knew that now. Anyway, he'd knock their damn tooth in. He liked her spunk, of what existed, at least. Theo felt like he owed a part of himself to help her succeed. He didn't do too well on her sister, so what else can he offer her?
The other girl was an Exy regular. He never interacted with her too much - she was fairly after his time, considering the Games. but he knew of her through the various trainings and shit he still did with them. It felt weird to play still the sport he loved. Everyone expected to win and succeed, given he succeeded in the one game of life. Since Gams of life must represent actual life, right? He was sure she'd flourish if she was anything like the Exy boys when he was on the team before the Rose plague. But only time will tell. He wasn't even picked to play in this game; he volunteered for it.
Someone walked in. He was sat in the dining cart waiting for an arrival. This year was different. By now, he was tired of the looming laughter of an idea Leviane had brought. It was all on him nowadays, but he didn't want that. He wanted a team, as he had always needed. "Sup?" He was short in his greeting. It felt ridiculous to produce anything grandeur. It'd be like bringing a cup of water to a burning building. "I'm feeling like cuttin' the shit. I'll learn enough about you if you win." He hadn't even filled turned around to view the tribute. For all he knew, it could be a damn avox. "What do you need to win? Better yet, what can I do to help you?"
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