Think about the place you first met me {C+P+S}

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Think about the place you first met me {C+P+S} Jun 7, 2024 10:39:41 GMT -5

Post by minie on Jun 7, 2024 10:39:41 GMT -5

The games had begun the second Circe Murdock’s voice had bounced off the buildings of the games square in district four. A young career a few years younger than her eighteenth birthday, an age deemed acceptable for the majority of careers to volunteer. Circe, as arrogant as she was, was anything but the majority.

Without missing a beat, she had requested the information of the remaining twenty-three tributes that would be joining her in the arena. Doing her due diligence to weed out those who would be an easy target and those she would rather have on her side. Something about her district partner Tide left a sour taste in her mouth. His sense of self importance had shown to outgrow the first impression she had of him. Circe had never been afraid to compete in the game of who had the biggest ego, it instead often reminded her of her life back in four. Sticking out her leg so that whatever sibling passing by would fall ungracefully on their face.

A move Circe had performed both literally and metaphorically more than she could count.

As she entered the training center for the first time the day before, she had been overwhelmed beyond compare. The size of it all only a portion of the private training facilities back in four. Whilst they had everything Circe could have wanted to train, it seemed it was all for a waste. Tributes grappling with weapons they have evidently never have held in their hands. She did not see the point in even bothering with those who’s lived had been dedicated to anything else but the games.

What could they possibly learn in a week compared to the years of training she had?

It was however not her place to judge, the gamemakers sitting above behind their forcefield would rule in their private training sessions only few days later.

The day before, Circe had made a point of being one of the first to step in the training center. Hoping she would have caught the gamemakers on their own to deliver the first impression of a red-blooded career, itching for the kill already. Playing their games until they believed just as much as she did that she was their perfect victor from a legacy family. There was nothing any of the other’s could offer that Circe was not certain she could do all that much better.

With grace and elegance, she maneuvered her way through the training center. An image of a diplomatic killer, smiling a cold smile with no emotion behind her red lips. One could have described her floating across the training floor, nose in the air as the place had belonged to her. Never unpolite, she greeted the tributes she had passed, quizzing herself on their names until she had caught up with Portia.

The girl from district one was an obvious ally. As early as her in the training center, pushing Circe’s competitive nature and also her buttons. Not yet ready to call her a friend (Although Circe had never called anyone a friend), an understanding had formed in a form of a contest of who could do it better. Both of them equally as competitive, she knew she could not stick with Portia forever. Eventually the day would come for Circe to serve her head upon one of those fancy silver platters they manufactured back in one.

“You see that girl over there?” Circe approached pointing out the dirty blond tribute from district six. “I have a hunch about her”. Straight to the point, she did waste time with pleasantries, not with the girl from one. She assumed that Portia knew just as well as she did that they would never be friends.

“Seraphina”

Circe called out as the tribute had walked past her, quickly moving into her pathway not allowing for her to escape. A tactic she often used with her own siblings, invading their personal space abusing silence to create a hostile atmosphere. Hoping Portia would play along, trapping the girl from both sides. Making sure she could not run away.

“Seraphina Keoch….the volunteer from district six. The only other volunteer besides myself…Now why would you do that? Aren’t you also curious, Portia?” Circe was smiling once more. She had a feeling about her, something in her gut screamed that there was more to this girl. She just might be able to hold her own amongst the two careers.

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Think about the place you first met me {C+P+S} Jun 8, 2024 7:59:42 GMT -5

Post by Cait on Jun 8, 2024 7:59:42 GMT -5

sera keoch

I’ve taken to this really effective tactic where anytime someone tries to approach me, I bare my teeth at them and snarl like a demon possessed. I figure for the most part that it’s working, based on how wonderfully lonely my days in the Capitol have been. With the exception of Carmen who I’m kinda forced to interact with on the daily, so far I’ve only talked to one other person in the Training Centre – and that was more out of pity than anything else.

But I guess there’s that saying about how all good things must come to an end, which has very rudely chosen today to seek me out and smack me in the face with a good dose of reality.

“Seraphina.”

I stop in my tracks, fighting the urge to correct my name in the stranger’s mouth. She’s not worth it. I shake my head slightly and start to walk again, and it’s only then that I realise I’ve been cornered like a pack of lions by two five-foot-nothing livewires. I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. Trust me to make enemies out of minding my own business.

“Seraphina Keoch.” I can’t remember the last time anyone’s called me by my full name. Not gonna lie, it creeps me out a bit.

“The volunteer from District Six. The only other volunteer besides myself… Now why would you do that?”

She’s not the first person to ask me that question, and she won’t be the last person I lie to about my motives. I push my shoulders back and bring myself up to my full height. She’s got nerve, sure, but I’ll be damned if she thinks she can intimidate me.

“Actually, I lost a dare to one of those nasty bitches at school.” I cast my eyes over her slowly, judgementally. “Kinda looked a bit like you, actually.” A small smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth.

“Why do you ask? Are you intimidated or something?” I bat my eyes innocently at her. “Surely you’re not afraid of little old me?”

The other girl – a Career, undoubtedly; they all have that same air of self-righteousness about them – doesn’t say anything to being acknowledged by the pipsqueak. She just stands there with her arms crossed across her chest, trying to be intimidating. And it probably would have worked, if I could be bothered to give a fuck.

“Yeah Portia, aren’t you curious? Don’t you have any other burning, invasive, pointless questions for me?”

Last Edit: Jun 8, 2024 8:00:35 GMT -5 by Cait

i always used to be into writing sort of modern abstract
lyricism stuff (that were like) slight vague indications of a feeling.

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Think about the place you first met me {C+P+S} Jun 8, 2024 14:24:51 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jun 8, 2024 14:24:51 GMT -5

PORTIA MAYBACH

One teammate acquired. Or at least fifty percent of the way. Portia has not quite sussed out Circe Murdock. They share commonalities. many in fact and it all goes back to the 9th Hunger Games. Except her family weren’t the lucky ones. 88 years on, Portia will be sure to turn the tables herself. Best to keep the potential enemies close. In the meantime, Portia will keep her as an ally. Not a friend. Her friends all have a name ending in Maybach.

Now it just feels cliquey. Two careers hanging together, scanning the room like vultures, waiting for the weakling to spill so they pick at their remains.

Circe points out the girl from District Six, one of the very few that volunteered this year. Portia is still adamant that volunteering is phasing out, even if her family said otherwise in the Justice Building. It’ll be interesting to hear why someone like her, chose to come here. Curiosity makes her follow Circe, along with the playful itch to poke at one of her opponents before the starting gun is fired a few days from now.

It feels like everyone has stopped what they’re doing, watching on as two careers approach their prey. Portia plays along for the show, trainers and Capitol sponsors all have an eye on the favourites from the reaping card. The five foot five Portia walks behind Sera while Circe approaches from the front. Portia traps the taller girl in, concealed just as she felt when she stepped on the train carriage.

Arms cross tight across her chest and she stands with her legs apart, a smug look on her face. All she is doing is trying to look intimidating and show off her athletic frame. Muscles defined on her arms as she wears the black training vest top, and her calves can be seen through the tight leggings.

She lets the other two talk first and then it is her turn. ”Not afraid, not at all. Someone like you in the arena. You wouldn’t last an hour.”

Portia unfolds her arms and steps closer to Sera, a little too close to comfort. She looks the taller girl up and down. Circe and she are so much smaller, they’re like two chihuahuas biting at ankles. Maybe someone like this would be a useful teammate too. Unless the volunteering wasn’t bravery and just downright dumbness. Portia knows they won’t find out the reason by poking her with why why why! Another approach is needed.

”Is that a natural blonde or does Six have box dyes?”

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Think about the place you first met me {C+P+S} Jun 12, 2024 14:04:09 GMT -5

Post by minie on Jun 12, 2024 14:04:09 GMT -5

The girl from six was almost two heads taller than Circe, towering over her as she barked back an insult. The feeling in her gut growing that she was right about six. The way she held herself, throwing insults right back at a question there was no real answer to. A game she watched her mother play with orphans at the docks. Testing them with a trick question. Nobody ever wanted a beggar; the people pleasers were poison to the Kraken Cove.

Adriana always brought home the girls with snarky remarks and an ego for her to shrink. Was that the reason her mother could not find a space in her heart for her daughter. Circe always acting to please, perfecting a performance that would draw in a crowd. She was on the search for adoration, and on the way she had picked up a trick or two. Certain that Seraphina would be another means to an end.

Volunteering was a shot in the dark, only Circe was convinced she could see through the night.

“Portia! Don’t you know better than to make fun of the poor?” Circe spoke, ignoring Sera for the sake of her game except for when she reached out for a strand of the girl’s hair. Playing with her like she was a doll, a toy Circe never had the luxury of owning. Her tone difficult to read, mirroring her body language. Irony was present amongst the mixed signals. Part of Circe was toying with them both, another was certain that the career from One, in fact, did not know better.

She had never been to one, but Circe had seen poverty. She knew the conditions the girls from the docks endured and what would ultimately drive them to the Kraken’s cove. She knew poverty more than any of her siblings had experienced on one of their many volunteering exhibitions. Pretending to give a damn about those less fortunate than them, Circe could not care less but the cameras would paint her family as saints.