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Victory, {Sweet} Victory (Rosetta_ Sept 2, 2011 20:44:02 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Sept 2, 2011 20:44:02 GMT -5

Michael Smith

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Finally the victory tour had come to District One, and obviously you were invited to the after-party at the Mayor's mansion. Even if your parents were not rich you are sure you would have gotten into this party, just based on the fact that you are the best trainee in all of district one. The mayor clearly wants to show you what parties in the Capitol will be like when you win; he must think that this is motivation for you. That thought is clearly wrong; you need no outside motivation to win the games, you already know how great the winnings are. You do not even need help winning the games, you will be able to do it all by yourself. Sponsors will be donating trillions to your cause, you have no doubt that your win will be easier than Topaz Ross' win was.

Tonight though, winning the games really should be the last thing on your mind. There is a wonderful party that you are attending (a party that will soon be held for you,) not to mention the many beautiful girls who seem to be swarming all around you, purposely, you might add. What you really want out of tonight is to meet the victor, Lethe Turner of District Five. You want to learn how she killed the career trainee from District Two, not like you care about her victory, you just want to avoid the mistakes that Razor Creel made. Clearly you will not make those mistakes during your stay in the arena, but it never hurts to learn a victors secrets. For all you know, Lethe could tell you the key to your victory, though you already think you know everything you need to win. You will never know it, but no matter what you think, your training can never simulate what it is actually like to be starving with nobody there to help you out. Sure, you ‘never’ mess up, there is always a meal waiting for you when you get home. Obviously in the games, this will not be the case.

Most people in the districts of Panem would find it troubling that they cannot get the Hunger Games off of their mind, but to you it is only a good sign. All of your life you have trained for the games, you should always be thinking about them, which you are right now. Granted, you are at a party celebrating the victor of the 58th Hunger Games, so there is good reason for you to be thinking about the games, but you do wish that you could get them off your mind sometimes. For example, one of those times is right now. Before you went into your games-related trance, you noticed all of the girls closing in around you. Clearly they are interested in you, and let’s be honest, who wouldn’t? You notice that their interest in you seems to be waning, probably the fact that you have only said words of mindless chatter to nobody in particular while you were lost in thoughts. Spinning around, you quickly observe all of the stunning young women in the vicinity. After completing a full spin, your head swivels back to a curvy blonde who you vaguely recognize from school. You are sure that you have at least made out with her before, then again, which attractive girls have you not gotten with? Surely you can count them on one hand, if not just one finger.

Casually you walk over to her, pausing to talk when people say your name. You shake hands with important adults from District One, they say words of encouragement and ask questions about how training is going, but you really have no interest in them. You smile even though that is far from what you feel like doing on the inside. Eventually, you make it over to the girl you had your eyes on, she is with other girls who you assume to be her friends. All of them are attractive, but there is something about the blonde haired girl that draws you to her more than the others, you have always had a thing for blondes. Meaningless greetings are exchanged, she already knows your name, who in District One doesn’t, you do not know her name though. She tells you her name is Diamond, apparently she is the daughter of the mayor, you doubt that. When her friends say their names, you do not pay much attention, though you are pretty sure that you dated one of them back when you were twelve. After a few more minutes of conversation, Diamond’s friends get what she and you want and tell her they’ll talk to her later. They seem jealous, but who wouldn’t be jealous?

“So, what comes next, Michael?” She speaks right before you were going to, it catches you by surprise, but you quickly recover your cool. You are surprised by the fact that she calls you by your full first name, most people just use ‘Mike,’ but you take it as a good sign. From your experience (which you have plenty of) girls use full names when they take possession of something. You are obviously more important than a pet, and clearly this Diamond sees your potential. People have tried to take advantage of your skill set before, your obviously high chance of winning the games, so you see right through her possible ploy. You show nothing of that thought though, only smiling because you know exactly ‘what comes next.’

“You tell me,” you say with a slight chuckle, noticing for the first time the bottle of what surely is vodka in the girls hand. Drinking is generally not your thing, you cannot afford to hurt yourself in any ways before your turn as a tribute, even though just a little bit of alcohol would not prevent you from destroying the competition. That being said, you have no problem of other people your age drinking it, especially when it is used as something to break tension. You are sure that this is not the reason Diamond wants to get with you; her reasons must be your exceptionally good looks. If the self-proclaimed mayor’s daughter wasn’t drunk she would see the arrogance in your eyes, but she would not care. The only difference in her behavior with alcohol in her bloodstream is she is slightly less cautious and contained, a good thing for you. You make a mental note to not go to far with Diamond, you cannot have anything bad on your record, and if she really is the mayors the mayor daughter, well, you have to be extra careful.

”Gee, I don’t know,” She takes another swig of vodka before pulling you close by the collar of you dress shirt. Not in public, this looks bad. You can’t do this with the mayors daughter in public. Out of sight, fine, but you are risking way too much right now. Thankfully, she releases your shirt and drops the bottle of Vodka; somehow, it doesn’t break, you say silent thanks to whatever forces prevented the bottle from breaking. The next thing you you’re your right hand is in her left and she is half-leading half-dragging you through the many people in the party, without any regard for them, you would add. At one point during the endless weaving in and out through the guests, you think you might spot the guest of honor, but you doubt this. The girl you saw was not surrounded by anyone, while the victor would be surrounded by almost everyone at the party normally. The crowd of people starts to thin out and you find yourself standing at a staircase guarded by a man wearing a Peacekeeper uniform; this cannot be good for you.

“Jason, please move, he’s with me. You wouldn’t want me telling Daddy you wouldn’t let me up to my room, would you?” Her words are said with a superior, yet somewhat exasperated tone. It makes you smile on the inside seeing someone with so much power over the people who seem to be the authorities, yet she is just a teenage girl. Though she is stumbling, Diamond attempts to pull you up the stairs, it doesn’t surprise you when she misplaces her foot and falls backwards. Prepared for the drunken girls mishaps, you catch her and carry like one would carry a baby up the stairs. She clearly finds what you are doing romantic, as she is whispering unintelligible things into your ear and is kissing your neck. Obviously, you ignore these things, you have never been one for faking emotions around a drunken person, instead you let things happen as they would if you were dealing with a sober person. At the top of the staircase you put the girl down, not because you do not want to seem romantic, but because you have no idea where you are going. You rap your arms around the girl’s waist from behind and mirror her footsteps until you reach a door, you really hope that it is the door to her bedroom.

She opens the door, you are timid towards what is going on, what if you walk in on the mayor getting changed? That would change your situation before you could even say victor. With great thanks you see that the room inside the open door is fit for a princess, well, maybe just the daughter of District One’s mayor. Trying to be romantic you lift Diamond up and carry her with one hand under her legs and the other beneath her back. As you turn around, she closes the door with her arm, and before you know it, she is kissing you. Your immediate instinct is to kiss her back, and you are sure that it is the right one. Even though your eyes are closed, you feel your way through the room until you reach what you think is her bed. Will this be happening when you win the games, no, it will not be. You will have to deal with all of the press and the mayor, not his beautiful drunk daughter.

Without skipping a second of the kiss, you lie down on the bed, taking advantage of this girl named Diamond is out of the question, you will do nothing more than make out with her. Anything more could get you in serious trouble; anything less and she will run around and make a scene. You, Michael Smith, are walking on an extremely fine line of acceptable and not acceptable, and you are not leaning toward the side you want to lean towards. Will this affect your chances of getting a spot in the Hunger Games, it may. The Capitol has rigged the reaping before, but you doubt they have ever done it in District One. Will you be picked out of the glass ball full of names so you do not have a chance to volunteer? No, you doubt that. Instead, the District One mayor would make sure that your life in the arena is hell, even if it means embarrassment for his district. Once victory is yours, you will not have to worry about who you get with and when, nobody will be able to tell you what to do. Before this train of thought can travel any farther, you come to your senses and realize that you are no longer kissing Diamond. The light is on in the bedroom you are in, though the door is closed, and there is an extremely attractive girl on the bed right next to you.

“What? Why’d youu stoppp? Waas I doin’ it wron? Am I nawt gud enough for youu?” Clearly Diamond is drunker that you had previously thought, a somewhat large problem you will have to deal with later. Hopefully, she will forget everything that went on tonight, but you cannot stop yet. Drunks are reckless and she could easily get you in serious trouble if you don’t do what she wants, so you have to just continue playing along. Smiling, you turn your head towards her; she must be upset with you or herself (you cannot really tell) because she is looking away from you. A laugh nearly escapes your lips; it is comical that she thinks she might have messed up (which she had not, if you really did go into a games related day-dream.) The situation is important though, and if you say the wrong thing, you might go plummeting down from the atmosphere.

Gently you turn her head towards you with your hand, caressing it in your hands, ”Diamond, you are absolutely perfect, don’t you ever doubt that.” Though I do doubt it does not exit your lips, but before you know it she pulls your head towards her and you are kissing again. Years and years of experience of girls has made it easy for you to know what to say and when to say it, clearly it has come in handy this time. This time you make sure to not get lost in thoughts about the games. All that you are hoping for is to remain in private; if somebody walks in, you are done for…

Last Edit: Sept 25, 2011 17:10:55 GMT -5 by Spesh

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Victory, {Sweet} Victory (Rosetta_ Sept 9, 2011 21:30:40 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Sept 9, 2011 21:30:40 GMT -5

Lethe Turner

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The start of the Victory Tour marked the second worst two weeks of Lethe Turner’s life. The first worst two weeks and the weeks that had followed were the Games. The Victory Tour was a new kind of torture that involved overwhelming guilt and sorrow. Just the sight of the families of those who lost their children was enough to make Lethe want to throw up. And not knowing the tributes didn’t make it any easier.

She hadn’t met Soyala or Allen, the tributes of District 1, yet when her heart still skipped a beat when she arrived at the District 1 square. District 1 was, by far, the loveliest District. And by that, all the houses were nicer, bigger and weren’t run down in the slightly. The people looked more well-fed, healthier and everything just looked a lot cleaner, on contrary to the other Districts. Even Lethe, who grew up in, not a Career District, but a District that was slightly better-off than most, felt poor.

It was odd, considering Lethe had not been poor before the Games, and was certainly not poor now. Perhaps it was numb shock that still hadn’t wrapped her head around the fact that she’d won, that her family now lived in the glorious Victor’s Village, that they had money, that she had a new horse.

The only thing she did understand was that she couldn’t look at mirrors anymore without flying into a sickening mixture of horror and guilt.

Ascending up the stairs to the stage with quivering legs, Lethe couldn’t help, but glance with her good eye to where the families stood. She saw a distraught-looking couple on one side, the boy’s side. Allen’s side. But, the other side of the stage was empty, devoid of family members, friends, anyone.

Normally, one would think that an awful thing, but Lethe was secretly thankful, for both selfish reasons and reasons applying to Soyala. She didn’t have the strength to gaze upon another sorrow-stricken family, the family of a dead girl, the result of her death being the one-eyed freak in front of them. Even more, if Soyala really had no one, then there weren’t any deep connections severed by her death. Most people would be sad for her death, perhaps remembering coming across the girl one time or another, but they’d never truly understand the agony family members and friends felt. That was at least one less person hurt.

The ceremony started, but Lethe spoke little and forced smiles when flower wreaths were placed in her hair and she was cheered on. Rather than on that stage, Lethe’s mind was riding down in the stable’s valley on her new horse, Kaya, wind whipping through her hair, heart filled with adrenaline. Like she used to, she rode horses to escape. But, this time, rather than escape people, she was escaping herself.

Camalia licked Lethe’s ear as more cheers erupted, marking the end of the ceremony. Lethe had insisted the lizard, her best friend, come with her everywhere. This applied for everything except when she rode her horse. The first time she’d tried to leave Camalia on her shoulder when riding, she’d heard a squeal and whipped around to find the lizard desperately clinging to the trotting horse’s rump. After that, when she went riding, she left Camalia at home.

Lethe’s mother hadn’t taken kindly to the lizard, believing, like everyone else, that Lethe had gone crazy. But, Lethe knew she wasn’t-at least not with Camalia, not because she kept the lizard. With mirrors, perhaps, but the lizard did not make her crazy. The lizard had been her only friend when she had no one. Camalia had been hers to confide in while stuck in that awful Arena. While most tributes would go nuts, alone, only locked in their own heads, Lethe poured it all out and into Camalia. And so, the lizard stayed with her.

Lethe walked off the stage, lead by the mayor of District 1. She’d now go to his house for a dinner party. Dinner parties usually should be exciting and fun, but never for Lethe. With people always coming up to congratulate her, ask her questions, take pictures or dance with her, she was never allowed a second to herself. And even she could sense the tense undertone that slipped underneath the light, cheerful veil cast over her. She could feel it, chilling her bones. She knew that they felt that she, indirectly, had killed their children, their classmates, their friends, their sisters and brothers. They hated her. People she’s never even met hated her. It sent shivers up and down her spine.

This party was no different. Everywhere she turned, she was met by a wall of bright-eyed people. Food was shoved into her hands, words in her ears. She tried to answer quickly and slip off, but she was soon caught by more rich and powerful people of District One. Camalia licked her ear nervously until it was red and raw, never enjoying these loud parties. Lethe’s frustration grew as the night wore on until she eventually announced that she was off to the bathroom. Looking slightly crest-fallen, the man she was speaking to, a Peacekeeper, pointed her towards the stairs, telling her third door on the right.

Lethe quickly darted up the stairs, now clutching Camalia in her sweaty hands. Breathless from speaking so much when she clearly didn’t want to, when the images of Soyala and Allen, only mere glimpses of them, filled her head, mixing in with regrets that she only remembered them as the tributes who’d been at the training station near her, or the ones at the plates across from her, Lethe slipped into a hallway. Barely thinking of where she was going, Lethe turned to the first door and opened it, focusing only on the squirming Camalia as she closed the door behind her.

Instantly, she knew she’d made a mistake. Rather than a bathroom, she’d come into a teenage girl’s bedroom, judging from the frills on everything and the overwhelming pink color that invaded the walls, the carpet and the bed on which a girl and a boy are making out. Lethe’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat.

She had always thought it humiliating to walk in on her parents kissing-or worse, classmates in school. Many times, she’d been unlucky enough to turn a corner and find a couple, pressing one another against a wall and making awful smooching sounds. Lethe had never kissed anyone, not once in her life, unless she counted the time when she was six and Tommy Miller had been her “boyfriend” and they’d given each other pecks on the cheek. Still, she understood that kissing was something to be kept private, not to be walked in on. She could already feel the heat rising to her face as she stuttered out, “Oh no, I’m sorry. W-wrong room…”

She attempted to back out, forgetting the door was closed and smacked right into it. Her entire face felt hot and she knew it was bright red. “Oh, sorry! Oh…this is embarrassing,” she moaned more to herself and Camalia rather than the two teenagers in front of her.

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Last Edit: Sept 10, 2011 9:48:25 GMT -5 by Rosetta

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Victory, {Sweet} Victory (Rosetta_ Sept 11, 2011 20:29:30 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Sept 11, 2011 20:29:30 GMT -5

Michael Smith

If life is anything, it is ironic.

Just as you were hoping for privacy, somebody walks in the room. There is nothing you can do about it though, so why bother trying. Sooner or later you were bound to be screwed over by getting with this girl Diamond, and it just so happened that you were getting screwed over sooner. Apparently, the girl who's mouth you are exploring has not noticed a thing about this visitor, so you see no need to stop making out with her. Chances are you and Diamond will be separated within seconds, so you should just let that happen, right? Life is nothing without enjoyment, so why not enjoy the last few seconds that you can live the life you know.

Thinking about it, why would the mayor take away your chance of bringing the crown back to District One? You have not seen anyone else from your district that has any chances of winning, and no young career shows any promise in your mind. For the next unknown amount of years you will be District One's only chance of winning the Hunger Games, the mayor would not take that away from his District. Everyone knows what happened to the last mayor, how he was executed after the 55th Hunger Games, the current mayor probably does not want that on himself, so he will forgive you for this. The better question is, what have you done wrong? Diamond showed interest in you, not the other way around. You are just making a girl your age happy, and keeping your reputation among the ladies alive. There is nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.

Of course, when you hear the invader of your privacy's voice, you are shocked, but quickly regain your cool. You thank God Diamond heard the voice of the person and stopped making out with you, because if she did not it would have taken all of your mental strength to not throw her off of you. Instead, she just turns to look at the celebrity who has entered the room, you sit up and do the same. If there is any question in your mind about who just entered the room (which there never was) it was just answered. As you suspected, Lethe Turner, the victor of the 58th Hunger Games, just walked into the same room you are in.

Any thoughts that you were having about the girl, whatever her name is, are immediately tossed aside because the guest of honor is in the room with you. Almost leaping out of the bed you can only imagine the look on Diamond's face. She must be shocked that you just gave up on making out with her to talk to somebody not even close to as beautiful as she is. The comical part to you is that you could not care less. All of you attention is focused on the only person who can further guarantee you winning the Hunger Games, Lethe Turner.

Though you normally would laugh at someone hitting their head on a door, you show no hint of enjoyment at the victor hitting her head on the door (though you can hear Diamond break out in laughter, partially because she is so drunk). Even if you were intoxicated you would know better than to laugh at a victor, but the daughter of the mayor probably thinks there are no consequences for anything. She seemingly lives in more luxury than victors do; maybe you should not have left Diamond sitting on her bed all alone, marrying her would get you just as many things as winning the games. Second guessing is not what you like to do, there is no way to change the past so you don't bother thinking about how you could have handled the current situation better. You are only thinking about what you will say to the victor when she turns around,

"Umm, Miss Turner, are you okay?" Isn't it obvious that she is fine? She won the games, of course she is fine. A little bump does not hurt, even if it is unexpected. You are sure that she is probably more worried about walking in on a make-out session; to you she never seemed like somebody who was intimate in a sexual way, and you doubted she ever had a relationship because of her personality disorder. It blows your mind that you could not handle this situation in a better way; you have to cover up your mistake by saying something smart, or at least something that is not so blatantly stupid.

"I mean, of course you are okay, you won the Hunger Games. Your fine, obviously. I'm Michael Smith, but you can call me Mike, only if you want to though. I'm not normally like this, it's just awesome being in the same room as a victor, since I will win the next games and be in your place next year, since you won this year, which you already know. Still, you just are coming off as stupid.