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power & control {dars!blitz} Feb 16, 2015 0:19:38 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 0:19:38 GMT -5

I’m not a fan of the showers here.

And maybe it’s just because I don’t have a gentle hand, but I stepped into a stream of ice before flailing wildly at the knob, knocking it within a split second, causing fire to flicker against my skin. I eventually gave up on the whole ordeal, half my hair stringy and wet with the occasional dismayed sigh or shake sending water scattering at my feet.

I would’ve stayed in our room and played cards until they either got tossed into the fire or across the table at Wyatt, but upon entering the common room with a look of defeat etched upon my face he took advantage of the opportunities, and it wasn’t long until I was tossing a middle finger and a cup of water in his direction before slamming the door.

(At least I couldn’t run across anyone worse).

And though it was frustrating it was almost just as fitting to walk down the hall barefooted and careless, matching a pace that mirrored the lack of effort that pumped through my veins. For the last days that’s all I had seen, those who had cared too much and those who couldn’t care less, but never had I seen someone in between the two, and in my own mind, I was made to play the middle-man.

Half-assing any task was something I had down to a tee.

It was nice to not meet nothing but silence for almost a quarter of the stroll, but upon turning the corner I come face to face with the boy from four, the boy who had been less than pleased with our first impressions, and truly, that went both ways. However, he had been scored on the upper end of the spectrum, and that was nothing to scoff at like Zeki’s one or Elverum’s three.

“You should share your tricks of the trade sometime; that ten does look pretty damn nice up beside your name and all.”

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power & control {dars!blitz} Feb 17, 2015 17:34:36 GMT -5

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Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Feb 17, 2015 17:34:36 GMT -5

. LEX .
glory and gore
go hand in hand

I couldn't catch my breath.

The thought of what my family may have been going through had been a slight nag in the back of my head since the moment District Four was fading in the distance behind me, but it seemed that with every passing moment I grew more and more concerned. I fucked up. Because of me, we were all going to be found out. Because of me, the only people I loved would be harmed permanently.

Maybe even killed.

The mental image of Leisa tongueless and serving Capitol pricks made my heart race. Thinking of my mother refusing to cry as she had always done even as her entire world crumbled made me shiver. The thought of my Dad's failed attempts at calming them both made me sweat, and all of it just made it

hard

to

breathe.

I found myself in the bathroom splashing water on my face and refusing to look back at the murderer who stared back at me from the mirror. The games had not even started, but I still had blood on my capable hands. (Some people would be so fucking proud of me, wouldn't they?)

We were going to leave soon, head out for good, and I couldn't let the others see me falling apart. I couldn't have them thinking this pressure was too much for me even though it was because I was a career. I had gotten one of the highest scores. I was supposed to be feared, not pitied, though honestly I couldn't have given a fuck what they all saw of me. The reason I had to stay strong was not for myself, I realized, it never had been, but for my sister, and my mom, and my dad.

Finally deciding I appeared at ease enough, I re-entered the Center's main floor. Other tributes all flitted about and were consumed by their own routines and worries and for a moment I clung to the hope that no one would even notice me, but apparently that wish would not be fulfilled.

"You should share your tricks of the trade sometime; that ten does look pretty damn nice up beside your name and all."

The voice was Margaret's. I knew even before I turned to see her lanky frame and those strong green eyes. "Can't be givin' out all my secrets, n' can I?"

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power & control {dars!blitz} Feb 20, 2015 2:46:19 GMT -5

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“Can’t be givin’ out all my secrets, n’ can I?”

Truth be told, everything about Lex had struck me as some kind of secret, as some kind of mystery I was bound to never solve, despite my determinations and slightly off-kilter introductions. It was circumstantial, really, caught on how far he was willing to give and how far I was willing to take.

I’d take it all, if I was given the opportunity.

But now is not the time for missed opportunities or circumstantial gratitude, and so I lean against the wall and give my attention to studying what features I hadn’t picked up during our time spent in the training center, when we were accompanied by the clashes of metal and the bite of Hedvig’s tongue.

Regardless of how I stare, no matter if I turn my attention to meet his own or scan in a more fleeting manner, I cannot grasp any details that hadn’t been picked up previously. From four, obviously, considering the number stitched to the sleeve, a career defined by prominent muscles and a stare that could strike down any soul who hadn’t had the privilege of setting foot in a building designed specifically to give life to those whose death wishes were the worst of all.

There was nothing more to meet the eye, except that he was a keeper of secrets, and I stood just behind the padlock, cutting tirelessly at chains that refused to give, for he had made a habit of watching his thoughts and keeping them under lock and key, and it was this reserved nature that contrasted mine so defiantly that left a question mark of interest prominent in the front of my mind.

“Are you sure you can’t even spare just one?”

People are boring, except when they’re hiding something.

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power & control {dars!blitz} Feb 20, 2015 22:04:18 GMT -5

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Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Feb 20, 2015 22:04:18 GMT -5

. LEX .
glory and gore
go hand in hand

"Are you sure you can’t even spare just one?"

I didn't understand the sudden change in the girl's attitude, but I was grateful for it. As it was, I was finding zero red flags as far as having her as an ally and, shit, I actually found myself feeling pleasant around her. Unless she was trying to play mind-games with me. I mean, in the end it didn't matter, of course. She was Hedvig's choice as an ally, and that meant she was worth something.

Besides, could I really hate her for one mistake?

I smiled at her and folded my arms over my chest, taking her in fully. Second chances were something I had always believed in. I could never afford to fuck up in the first place without a lot of really awful, unpleasant consequences. (Yet now all of fucking Panem knew my name and it was my fault.)

"Maybe just one," I purred. If I wasn't mistaking, Seven was dropping subtle hints my way, and I never made mistakes as far as romance was concerned. After all, I thought, It's the one pleasure I allow myself. I took a step closer to her, beckoning her closer with my finger, then leaned in so that I hovered a few inches away from her ear. "But you first."

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power & control {dars!blitz} Feb 20, 2015 22:47:20 GMT -5

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I don’t deal in secrets.

Not for my father or sister, and certainly not from the boy from four, whose pace had quickened until I felt the press of the wall upon my back.

“Maybe just one, but you first.”

The flash of his breath upon my neck causes the slightest flinch, and I do my best to keep it oblivious to his watchful eye, exhaling deeply until the slight tremor of my breath fades back into a normal rhythm. I lift my gaze until it meets his own, and instead of meeting the soft sight I had imagined upon approaching him in the training center, I was met with the harsh piercing of a brilliant blue, more like the storm-ridden from which he hailed than a calm sea.

He was thunder and lightning defined by a double digit, and while his ten set deftly upon the pedestal my six sat somewhere below, hidden in my faltering steps and my failing words. He may deal in the words of a secret nature but I certainly do not, for Margaret—just Margaret—was defined by nothing else but that which was set for all the world to see, for if antagonists did not have the luxury of being anything less than uncut and raw for all the world to see, then neither did I.

He wanted to know a secret, but in world full of the same what fun could they be?

“I’d tell you, Lex,” and here I pause to mimic his previous actions, keeping us pressed against the wall so that the space between us is numbered by inches rather than feet, “but I’m an open book.”