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carriage to the castle - d8 98th! Sept 23, 2024 15:38:22 GMT -5

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Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Sept 23, 2024 15:38:22 GMT -5

It took until he sat down inside the train carriage for Theo to realize that yet again he has another set of boring tributes. Fuck, man. Why does District 8 have to raise such bitches? Is he just some miraculous act of fate from the damn place? Maybe Theo needs to start doing some fight club shit. He’s swung by the old BASE n’ its been relatively empty. Maybe they were too scared of him appearing. He had the claim over that shit now, not them. What are they gonna do, try and fight one of the few district jewels? Given the size of their brains, Theo wouldn’t be shocked to see one try and jump him. They can’t handle someone taking that control. Control is something the people from Eight fail to master. They’re the controlled.

Within the time the others have arrived, his pupils dilate back into place, and his heartrate returns to a (more) typical pace. The rush was done for, and he’s on his own (aside from the alcohol) for the next while. As of the 97th, Theo keeps the narcotics back in Eight. What the fuck they useful for in the Capitol? Besides, if the need appears, he’s certain that there’s a harem of capitolite twinks to offer that. They like the attention and the thought of gaining fame. This was their chance to get in with one of the elite in the capitol, right?

He huffs, taking the golden shot and exhaling, a cool air replacing the burning feeling in his throat. The mentor throws himself back onto the typical first spot for discussions. They’re a set of four purple chairs, velveted, comfortable (after Theo about it enough). He kicks his feet onto the table as he waits, and the only thing he suggests to the first entry is to ”grab a drink and grab’a seat, you’re in for a long one.”

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carriage to the castle - d8 98th! Sept 24, 2024 10:22:43 GMT -5

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Post by Shade on Sept 24, 2024 10:22:43 GMT -5

Cynder Adair

As sad as the goodbyes had been, Cynder couldnt help the small lick of excitement in her chest as she stepped onto the train and looked around the carriage. The ginger teen had always been at least a little curious about how this train looked on the inside. She stepped over to look at the cart of drinks and snacks and for a moment considered eating some.

That is till she heard Theo speak, she looked towards him for a moment before she reached for a cup and poured herself some kind of fancy smelling tea. For a moment she just held the porcelain cup in her palms and looked down at the steaming liquid, as though contemplating if it was appropriate to be excited over an exotic tea.

Cyn turned and stepped over to join Theo, sitting down in one of the chairs before she lifted the cup to take a slow sip. It was nice, but a little more bitter than she’d expected. She pursed her lips for a moment before finally setting her attention on Theo, she faintly remembered when he was in the reaping. It had been her first reaping that year, she couldnt recall the names of the other tributes “Does it really take that long to get to the capitol?” She asked, crossing one of her legs over the other as she allowed herself to relax into her seat.

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carriage to the castle - d8 98th! Sept 27, 2024 13:47:19 GMT -5

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Post by Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg) on Sept 27, 2024 13:47:19 GMT -5

The time allotted in the Justice Center was fraught with calamity, and extremely loud. My mother along with Lyds & Kat were wailing beyond compare; their voices incomprehensible in their blusterous wails. I wouldn't be surprised if their histrionics could be heard from the Town Square. I only picked up something about nerves, and about how dare I do this, as if I had asked to be sacrificed for the entertainment of others. Moira and my father were visibly heartbroken, yet remained stoic, even if it was uncharacteristic for my father to remain so quiet. Part of me wonders if they acted that way because they felt as if they needed to be stronger counter parts to mother and younger sister, the other parts wonders if they couldn't get a word in no matter how hard they tried. Janae and I made eye contact with Janae, and a few silent moments passed between us. No words were needed as our eyes said everything. She was right to be worried, her instincts always were, and I laughed it away. Now I may never laugh again; which is a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.

The train was far more elegant than I had anticipated. I thought that my family had it nice in District 8, but even the wealthiest in District 8 couldn't match the exuberant wealth that radiated out of everything that the Capitol touched. The rich mahogany and oak woods, the almost too soft bed and sheets, it was all a bit too much too take in. That didn’t stop the other girl from appearing excited though as she sat in front of Theo, asking how long it took to get to the Capitol.

“I don’t think that’s what he meant.” I explain as I try to keep my tone neutral. It wouldn’t be becoming of me to take out all of the feelings I refuse to process out on her. Theo looks unimpressed as he feet laid sprawled out on the table.

“I need to do something to impress him,” I think to myself as I head to drink cart. I grab a glass of golden liquid, hoping it’s the same one that Theo had, and did my best to hide the grimace of the burn as it went down my throat. Once I’ve regained my composure, I make my away to one of the empty purple chairs and stare directly at him, hoping to show that if I can survive a gaggle of silly girls throwing themselves over men who most likely don’t even know the difference between harder and faster, then I can survive this. Or at least put on a good show.

“What should be prepared for?”

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carriage to the castle - d8 98th! Oct 2, 2024 18:29:24 GMT -5

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Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Oct 2, 2024 18:29:24 GMT -5

Cynder pours herself a cup of tea and stares at it in her palms. Has she never experienced hot tea before? Maybe she was from the poorer areas of Eight. He hopes so. For her sake, having a little bit of edge is important. Not for just winning, but for the life that comes after it. You have to be able to accept the endless nights of staring awake, hearing the final words of your allies and the sound of the anthem like a dog whistle. Both of these women need to have a sharper edge than being amazed by cups of tea. That’s if they wanted his support, at least. He finds it hard to believe all of the victors that are bursts of sunshine and rainbows after their time.

Cynder eventually moves over, takes a seat, and purses her lips after taking a sip. It must have not been her taste. She wonders aloud if it’s going to take that long, crossing her legs, and Theo would have slapped his hand on his face if it wasn’t for the other girl stepping in. ”Yeah - I just meant the next two weeks are about to be rough.” He tries his best to remain professional, but anyone who knows Theo knows that his professional getup only lasts for so long.

The other tribute - Izzabel - quickly decides to grab a glass of the same liquor and down it. He raises his eyebrow at the girl, seeing that she stares him down to claim a purple seat. Was this some weird ass act of dominance? Bitch, this is Theo’s train. It’s funny to see tributes act all big and tough. He hopes she fuckin’ cries for her mom eventually.

Theo does it, at least, and he’s one tough ass.

Once she’s sat, she wonders what she should be prepared.

”Well, don’t expect it to be easy. I don’t want to be easy. If you expect the Games to be easy, a walk, if you think you can walk in there n’ tough it out without any issue,” his eye trains on Izzabel, because Cynder doesn’t seem to have that issue. ”You’ve got a big fuckin’ wakeup comin.” What else does he have to say? His eyes glide back to Cynder, who still seems to be focused on her tea. ”What questions do you both have? Besides preparation. What can I do for you?”

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carriage to the castle - d8 98th! Oct 3, 2024 16:06:13 GMT -5

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Post by Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg) on Oct 3, 2024 16:06:13 GMT -5

Theo isn’t impressed with my brazen display of putting on a front. And to be honest, I don’t think I was giving him enough credit. He won for a reason, whether I remember why is a different story. Watching the previous Games could prove useful, try to learn what the Victors had over the others. Although last year’s winner, Seraphina might be an aberration to the norm. She made it clear that she didn’t want to win in the Arena, yet she managed to kill the last two careers in order to win. Would I be able to kill someone who helped me out the same way she did to Artemis?

”Well, don’t expect it to be easy. I don’t want to be easy.” Theo begins to chastise towards me. “If you expect the Games to be easy, a walk, if you think you can walk in there n’ tough it out without any issue. You’ve got a big fuckin’ wakeup comin.” I met his gaze as he directs that’s comment towards me. Who else would he direct it to? Cynder is still in awe by the cup of hot tea and the finery of the train. One of the last few comforts before we’re sacrificed to plebeians pretending to be gods.

”What questions do you both have? Besides preparation. What can I do for you?” He finishes. At least we know he’s here for us this time around.

“Look,” I start, more annoyed at myself but the tone is still there. “I know that I look like a prim and proper princess who can’t take care of herself but I’m not. How do I not make sure that I’m not presenting as an easy target?” What I truly want to ask is how do I get back home, but that question catches in my throat.