Close Watch on This Heart // [D10 Tributes]

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Close Watch on This Heart // [D10 Tributes] Jun 30, 2013 22:39:26 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 30, 2013 22:39:26 GMT -5

for what it's worth, I have a slow disease that sucked me dry... I always aim to please
but I nearly died

Mace had abandoned his tributes at the Mayor's house to their sad goodbyes. Or their happy goodbyes, in Motel's case. He couldn't get the image of the boy smiling like a lunatic out of his head. Who the fuck was happy to be going into the arena? Someone with an ego more massive than his own, or someone deeply damaged. Already he felt himself tensing, the muscles that Julian had coaxed out of endless lifting sessions coiling. He still wasn't any good with weapons when it came down to it, but he could brawl with the best of them. He made a mental note to check that each of the dinner knives had dull blades before the tributes boarded.

Technically he was supposed to wait to escort them to the train, but Olive could handle that, before he locked her in one of the sleeping cars. He had hoped the walk along would soothe his nerves, but it only served to aggravate him. By the time he arrived at the train, his fists were balled and his shoulders were in knots. Instead of checking the knives, he gathered them all up and threw them out the window. They clattered against the pebbles. He hoped some orphan would find them and be able to exchange them for something useful, like bread or sugar. That made him feel better enough to slump into an armchair, thumb pressed between his lips. He chewed at the edge of it, his mind working circles around his duties to the tributes.

The tributes. Bae and Motel, he reminded himself.

The quiet was briefly lived. Olive's obnoxious voice rang out, like a gong. He moved to the closest window, staring at the two tributes. The girl was passingly pretty, but it wouldn't be enough to win her sponsorship, he wagered. That would be a discussion once he'd had a chance to review the other reapings. The boy was lanky, his dark hair longer than it should be. And there was something about him...

Mace groaned. A psycho and a beauty contestant. This just got better and better. Motel Hunt. How had he forgotten that name? So distinctive. It would sound good in the arena ~~in the anthem~~. His heart skipped a beat as he turned towards the door. He'd never been very good at controlling his features. Asshole Resting Face was a pretty apt description. He managed a flat line for his lips instead of a frown, and folded his arms over his chest. His eyes remained the same as ever, a lifeless grey, like the sea before a storm. "You two are going to have dinner with me. Now." He looked from Motel to Bae, trying to catch their gazes. He didn't bother to acknowledge Olive. After a second's hesitation, she scampered off into the recesses of the train. Mace let his gaze linger on Motel before adding, "we might all be staying in this car, so make yourselves comfortable."

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Close Watch on This Heart // [D10 Tributes] Jul 1, 2013 23:34:16 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jul 1, 2013 23:34:16 GMT -5

Motel Hunt

The walk from the Justice Building to the train was just fantastic for Motel. Every way he turned there was a camera stuck in his face and a microphone recording his every breath. He smiled at the men behind them, waving at the women holding the mics over his head he even stopped to study one of the tiny lenses flittering around him. Catching it in his palm he stared into its eye watching as its inner workings adjusted growing and shrinking like a little mouth gaping at the sight of a giant. He wanted to study it further but the Capitolite lady had a hold of his elbow and was determined to reach the train in front of them. The owner of the camera took it from the boy, her eyebrows pulled together in confusion at his actions.

"Thank you for coming all the way here to send me off," the boy smiled at the woman before being dragged forward by the Olive lady. She didn't look like an olive. She was neither green nor exceptionally round. A big disappointment. As they walked closer to the train, Motel watched as one its windows flew open and a waterfall of shining silver spilled from it. Immediately drawn to the glittering mess in the gravel, Motel ripped himself from the escort's grip and dodged between two Peacekeepers to dive next to the tracks. Picking up one of the objects he discovered them to be mere butter knives, blunt slices of metal but they caught the sunlight so beautifully he couldn't put it down. A hand gripped his shoulder, hauling the boy back to his feet and shoving him towards the train's door. Turning back towards the cameras watching him, Motel mashed his teeth together, grinning wildly and holding his souvenir aloft. One can only imagine what this must have looked like to the viewers at home- the boy's stringy black hair falling in his face, his scabbed knuckles holding a knife up in the air before being enclosed inside the tribute train.

Turning around Motel found himself being stared down by District Ten's mentor Mace Emberstatt. The Victor would have been intimidating to anyone else but all Motel Hunt isn't "anyone else." So he just stared back, his head slightly cocked to the side with a ridiculous half smirk on his lips. "You two are going to have dinner with me. Now." The tone in the man's voice made Motel frown a bit. He didn't sound very nice, but the thought of dinner made her more than willing to forgive that offense. "we might all be staying in this car, so make yourselves comfortable."
"Okie dokie," he said, jumping into one of the maroon chairs near by. It was piled high with cushions and the boy sank into them, melted into the furniture with Mace's eyes still on him from across the table. Motel twirled the butter knife between his fingers, focusing on the light it reflected off of its surface from the sun shining through the window. "Oi, do you think they'd let me take this inside as my token thingy?" he asked using the knife to point at Mace.

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Rising from the Ashes of Our Past

Close Watch on This Heart // [D10 Tributes] Jul 4, 2013 13:12:27 GMT -5

Post by Aurum on Jul 4, 2013 13:12:27 GMT -5

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When Bae had finished saying goodbye to her brother and Travis, the Peacekeepers brought her to the train. Olive had already brought Motel, since Bae and Travis took longer then they should have. As Bae thought of this, she blushed gently. Travis. He was so sweet to her. She would definitely try with all her might to get back to him. Besides Roan, he would be the one thing she would fight for. Now she had the drive to maybe win this. All she needed was some training, and a plan. The Peacekeepers beside her couldn't really care they were bringing a 16 year old to her probable death. They did it every few months, so they had to be used to it. As she exited the Justice building, Bae put on her mask and walked diplomatically towards the silver stretch of a train.

The cameras flashed around her, but she paid no attention to the crowd. People yelled at her to look over in their direction or for a smile, but Bae simply walked regally to the silver vehicle in front of her eyes. Something shiny on the tracks caught her eye. There were butter knifes on the tracks. Bae simply shook her head. She didn't even want to know. In the distance she heard a soft whinny. She looked back and saw two horses trying to escape from a group of Peacekeepers... and her brother. Bae simply shook her head. Roan was already causing trouble.

She whistled to the two horse, and they galloped towards her, Soot, a young black yearling, jumping clear over child. They stopped right in front of her and she touched her forehead to Silhouette's speckled grey muzzle and looked deep into their eyes as her brother gave her the ropes and she slid them over the horses' necks. She handed the ends to a nearby Peacekeeper. "Take them to Travis Winston. He's in charge of them now." The man glared at her, but nodded all the same. She was a tribute and the Peacekeepers had to respect her. They didn't want riots.

The cameramen just watched in shocked silence at the show they witnessed. They all check to make sure they got it on tape, before shooting questions at her a mile a minute. She simply smiled gently at them and walked to the train. Before she got in, she turned back and watched the pair of horses walking meekly away behind the white clad Peacekeeper. She smiled and turned back into the compartment.

She sat down quietly at the table and watched her mentor as he demanded they eat dinner right now, and said something about staying in this compartment. She didn't really hear him. She was thinking about her horses. She was glad she was able to say goodbye to them. It made her feel like she was complete, and ready to go to the Games. She had closer. She looked up as she finally processed what her mentor said. "Aren't we supposed to get the entire train? Where are we supposed to sleep?"She asked him defiantly. He didn't really seem to want to be here. As though she was here by choose. He pissed her off. Really pissed her off. He was going to really annoying, wasn't her?