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d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel
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pinky promise | umber&georgie Sept 28, 2024 13:19:11 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Sept 28, 2024 13:19:11 GMT -5

G E O R G I E
C H A M

”Torn from her world that has been plagued by witches and ghouls, the hero is trapped in the most wicked curse. She is confined to a forest maze, hopeless of ever finding her way home.

Our hero helplessly wanders this dark land, lost to its unfamiliarity with no hope of finding her way. Except one day her endless forest paths cross with another’s. Can an unlikely bond lead the way to her freedom?” Georgie flips the book from the brief blurb to its bright green front cover. It is certainly ghoulish. There’s a bubbling cauldron on the front, and dead branches hanging over it. Bobbling inside the cauldron are two figures.

”I bet the witch turns them into a potion.” It is a tale that sounds similar to one she read while living at Teddy’s. Or did someone read it to her? Two siblings that left a trail behind them that lead home, one with breadcrumbs and another with stones. She is pretty sure it ended with them putting someone in an oven. The title is lost on her, but she has very vivid memories of the illustration, oddly a gingerbread house…

”Okay, I will read this.”

For nearly half an hour, she has been reading aloud the blurbs of books and then chucking them back on the shelves. Nobody has been around to listen, or to give an opinion on what she should be reading. There’s not one person she has met yet that she finds friend material, other than D’Arcy who she has adopted as her little sister. Only because she is littler than her. The same reason everyone else pities Georgie. She feels so overprotected and she is pretty sure some of them have been talking to her in their baby voices. She is 14! Not a toddler!

Well, the best company she has ever had is with her dad’s secretary and Tortoise, neither of them are here so being alone it is!

Georgie grips the book titled Lost in The Curse with both of her hands, she takes the precious cargo to the darkest part of the library. A flashlight is tucked tightly in her cardigan’s pocket. She walks through the section titled Music and Instruments. There’s no reason a tribute would want to find themselves here and the lighting is poor, there is a bulb out and a few others are flickering.

All of it looks untouched, compared to the shelves near the entrance that have been completely turned over. She finds the perfect corner spot here two different towering bookshelves meet. Georgie drops to the floor, resting her back against hardbacks and she tucks her knees in so she can rest the book on them. The words on the pages are unreadable in this light so she flicks on the flashlight she commandeered from Six’s apartment.

But the flashlight reveals more ghouls than the pages. A shadow suddenly turns into flesh. ”Have you been here the whole time?” It is a guy with a curly dark mop of hair, not much older than herself. Georgie shuffles her feet even tighter against her body as she shuts up the book on her knees. She’s unknowingly shining the bright light right in the guy’s face. ”I didn’t think anyone would be in this section…”

Dars.

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pinky promise | umber&georgie Sept 28, 2024 14:52:09 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Sept 28, 2024 14:52:09 GMT -5

The way Umber saw it, this place must have been new. Capitol technology was eons ahead of District Twelve. The entire building was surrounded by and filled with invisible barriers made of pure energy, escorting the little rats inside along on their journeys. He'd seen the security system trap a woman in a bubble after she tried to sneak her way into the building behind some cafeteria workers. By the time the Keepers got there to get her down and arrest her, the bubble and flipped her upside down, legs kicking and dangling helplessly and- if he was being honest- it was hilarious. Somehow, the system had known she wasn't allowed inside, and had stopped her dead in her tracks just as soon as she stepped out of line. As terrifying (and funny) as it was, it was also undeniably top of the line. And yet.

He was staring at the engraved golden plaque proclaiming this as the "Restricted Section" of the library, yet all there was to keep him out was a red velvet stanchion- a rope loosely draped across the entry held up by tall posts. He quirked an eyebrow, plucked a book from the nearest shelf, and slid it over to see how big the sparks would be when it collided with the barrier he was certain would be there. And to his surprise, the book slid right past, eventually colliding with the base of a shelf on the other side. "No. Effing. Way."

A tentative few steps forward, wincing the entire way, and- nothing. He peaked through one eye to confirm he was standing inside the barrier, and there he was. Whole. Unbothered. Which must have meant they hadn't had time to install the security barriers yet. Or that there was nothing in the restricted section worth truly keeping from them, but he wasn't gonna stand around and wonder.

As of a half hour later, it was shaping up to seem like there wasn't anything worth finding after all. He'd been gathering up an armful of the most interesting books at a time and then toting them to one of the sections it would've made the most sense for him to be in- the Music and Instruments section- in order to scan through them. Other than the lone hearty chuckle he got from reading the word 'coitus' in ancient-looking book called The Art of Love, most of what Umber read through was a bunch of yawn-inducing old documents about towers and bridges being constructed and hurricanes destroying neighborhoods. Nothing that seemed... damnable, though he wasn't really sure what exactly would be. He sighed, closed the last of his latest haul and extinguished the light of the desk's lamp to rest his eyes. Well, he thought, mind foggy and tired from the reading, this was a waste of time!

He would've had more fun reading through the actual books intended for the tributes to read. Just from a cursory glance at some of the titles and art, he could tell that many of them were fairytales. It reminded him of the stories his father used to tell when he was younger. Quietly, his eyes still closed, he wondered if any of those same stories could be found somewhere on these shelves. Maybe he'd have to come back some other time and check.

A gasp from someone nearby sent his eyes wide as he pulled himself up to the edge of his seat. Someone must've come over while he'd been lying there in the dark. Had he fallen asleep? He blinked, trying to make out a form, only to be further blinded when the source of the voice pointed her flashlight directly at him.

"Have you been here the whole time?" she asked in what he perceived to be an accusation.

He blinked, eyes straining. He was busted. So, so busted. Why had he been so stupid? Now they were probably gonna tip him off his plate early when the Games started, just blow him right up before it even started!

"Uh. Uh. I-"

"I didn’t think anyone would be in this section…"

Wait. The voice sounded young. Not in like a 'no one would believe you're 30' way, but in a seriously juvenile way. The person talking was definitely someone around his age. He reached over to flip the lamp back on.

Once his eyes had time to adjust, he came to recognize the form sitting on the floor in front of him as Georgie Cham. Nico told him that her father was mayor back in District Six. She was indeed one of the tributes closest to him in age, though he couldn't be sure how close exactly. But, judging from her size and the sound of her voice, she definitely wasn't as old as most of the others. Her dark hair was pinned from her face, and though innocent, her eyes were dark and intense. In truth, he felt intimidated trying to look into them for too long.

"Sorry, you snuck up on me. Snuck. Sneaked?" His brow furrowed.

Finally remembering to deploy his pre-determined defense tactic, he quickly grabbed the book of guitar sheet music he'd cleverly kept nearby in case a librarian came over to see what he was up to. He waved it for her to see.

"I was just reading this sheet music. Eyes got tired..." He yawned perfectly on cue- at least the fatigue part had been true. He couldn't read sheet music at all though. He was entirely self-taught from watching others play and asking questions when he couldn't figure something out.

"How 'bout you?" he asked, eager to move the subject away from himself, "What are you reading?"

Last Edit: Sept 28, 2024 14:54:51 GMT -5 by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]

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pinky promise | umber&georgie Sept 29, 2024 5:35:08 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Sept 29, 2024 5:35:08 GMT -5

G E O R G I E
C H A M

All this adventuring through the restricted section of the library and somehow Georgie missed an important landmark. A chair. A table. Now she has only been sitting on the half carpeted half wooden floor for a handful of minutes, its comfort durability cannot be tested in such a short time, but her back is certainly groaning at the idea of resting on shelves. There’s an empty chair right beside the guy, she turns her blinding light towards it. That’s her spot now.

Georgie flicks off the torch as the guy’s face lights up better when a lamp is switched on. This one she recalls is from Twelve, his name is Umber. His name has been dumped in the pot of the young ones. Though she is pretty sure this one is on the cusp. She’s heard some of the Capitol audience call them smols. There’s been talk about it in Six’s apartment, the fact that every year there is a smol fan club. Sounds ever so dodgy to her.

She tucks the fairytale book under her arm and pushes herself up to her feet. All four foot and eleven inches of her walks over to where Umber is sitting.

”I didn’t sneak up on you. I would have to know you were here to sneak up on you! Were you hiding? Maybe I just found you…” Georgie scoffs and slams her book on the desk where Umber is sitting. She doesn’t ask if the chair next to him is taken, she just takes it. If someone else sneaks up or finds them, they can take the floor.

"I was just reading this sheet music. Eyes got tired..."

So, she is a little curious, Umber looks like he has been asleep for hours. This is definitely the most unconventional place to catch fifty winks but maybe he is being clever, it is not like the arena is going to be filled with memory foam mattresses. Georgie has an idea on what the arena will be, something like the last quell. They’ll host a reading in the library the morning before and then lock all the tributes in here. That’s her excuse for being here all the time, got to get exploring before anyone else and clearly, she has been missing important pieces of information. Like desks and chairs to sit on.

Her eyes look down at the so-called sheet music on the desk. ”I didn’t know you could read music. I thought the point was just to listen to it.” Georgie taps books on the table. She has a love for making sound, incoherent sounds mostly. Like making the floorboards at home vibrate across every room under her feet.

"What are you reading?"

Oh, she’s been waiting for that question, her finger has been tapping on the Lost in The Curse title this entire time. She slides the hardback across the desk towards Umber. ”I’ve not actually started reading it yet. It is one of the millions of fairytales in this library! Something about a girl being trapped in a cursed maze and she finds a boy who’s trapped in it too. They both must work together to get out. Sounds like most other stories I have read.” There’s been enough time for Umber to read its cover, Georgie quickly slides it back towards her and flips the pages to the first chapter.”I bet they get out, they always do in these stories!”

Dars.