Silence Is Our Self Defense // Iona x Bailey {Blitz}

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Silence Is Our Self Defense // Iona x Bailey {Blitz} Jun 7, 2016 18:04:04 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Jun 7, 2016 18:04:04 GMT -5

District 10 Female Tribute

73rd Hunger Games

Bailey Truus

There is nothing to fear if you don't fear death.

    Sunlight filtered weakly into the room spilling its golden grace in pools across the tiled floor. Footsteps signalling the movement of other people shuffled through the air. For a while Bailey managed to avoid the creeping vines of light by recoiling within her cocoon of silken sheets. Tiredness littered Bailey's body from the long train ride and she was far less than eager to appear before the Game Makers for training. The Tremendous Trio Bailey recalled Ceasar calling the Game Makers during the ride to the Capitol. However Bailey didn't give a jack shit about whether they were tremendous or made of pure gold. As far as Bailey was concerned she could spend her "final days" in whichever way she pleased. If she pissed off a few Game Makers along the way then maybe her death could be all that swifter.

    Sadly Bailey's seclusion was interrupted by the frantic shouts of her escort attempting to rip her sheets out of her vice grip. Bailey could feel her blood boiling as she viciously lashed her foot out kicking the stupid man to the floor. "Get the hell out of my room! I can do whatever the hell I want! I ain't some fucking game piece! I ain't some little girl who needs to be shown what to do! Now why don't you let me die in my own way!"

    Moments after Bailey's explosion and her escort sitting visibly shaken on the floor he departed her room without a care. But Bailey knew better than to trust a Capitolite so with a hardy sigh she pulled herself out of her cocoon and into the designated clothes she was suppose to wear. Surely enough just as Bailey finished pulling her hair back into a signature bun of her's the door swung open. A set of two peace keepers quickly apprehended her by the arms and forced her all the way into the elevator. From there Bailey sourly stood in silence as they dove down to the Training Center level.

    Instantly following the opening of the elevator Bailey's nose was hit by the putrid aroma of sweat, tears, and blood. A mixture Bailey would much preferred never experiencing. Sadly though now that she was here Bailey new there was no chance she would be able to slink back up to her District's floor. So releasing a large amount of oxygen Bailey took several steps to her right before slumping against a wall to watch the others train.

    Boredom and disinterest picked away at Bailey's mind until her eyes fell upon the dark locks of a young feeble girl's body. Bailey watched the girl sparring with one of those spinning dummies in which usually tributes win. However about a minute into watching the girl spar she witnessed the dummy slam one of its arm's into her gut sending her straight to the floor. A slight spark of pity leaped like lightning in Bailey's brain. But an even larger spark of the urge to at least somewhat help the girl exploded upon a nuclear magnitude in Bailey's head. So when the girl continued to stay down on the ground well past two minutes Bailey pushed herself off the wall well muttering lowly to herself. "Ah fuck."

    When Bailey had finally reached the girl she could now tell was Iona Holbrook of District Eleven she held her hand out emotionlessly to her. "Come on get up. You do that in only a few days you won't have the option to stand back up."

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Silence Is Our Self Defense // Iona x Bailey {Blitz} Jun 7, 2016 22:42:25 GMT -5

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District 11 Female Tribute

73rd Hunger Games

Iona Holbrook

my silence is my self defense,
and also my greatest weapon.

Words continue to craft the story being unfolded upon Iona, as she silently sits among District Eleven’s dinning table in the early morning hours. Three unbelievable Victors were granted to advance her protagonist position, but would anything be enough? They’re beyond as wise as fairy god parents, capable of creating a plot Hero of dreams…unfortunately though, one Character chosen for this role does not feel as if she pertains the proper qualities required. Within only a few chapters the action & drama is destined to thicken. And Iona is confident she’s doomed to disappoint.

Her heart painfully weeps for her to apologize; to tell the three she looks up to so highly, that it won’t be their fault. When her final paragraph comes to a close within the screens, it was due to the ending that was written before the blank pages were even constructed. She was only ever meant to observe history, never to write apart herself. But as expected her tone remains sealed, while the guilt carves in deep.

Logic consumes every advice that flutters through Iona’s ears. If Victors were capable of guaranteeing a Tribute’s happy ever after, it would be the three she studies greatly from that could do such. Could Iona possibly develop and provide them with optimism that it’s not only Weaver with the strong odds of returning? As she departs from them, and encounters the Training Center, her slim potential confidence is ruptured beyond repair. But a small will to attempt motivates Iona’s frightened legs to carry onward.

Fight. The stations of non-physical studying whisper for Iona’s attention, but it’s the opposite of what she needs. Muscles gracefully swing from an elite obstacle course weaving through the vast atmosphere. Strengths combat in a spar upon a line of supportive mats. Talents rip weapons through the clean air to nail into challenging targets. It’s everything the young girl from Eleven is foreign to, and skills she’s must obtain within only a hundred hours give or take. A good ten books could be absorbed in that time, though they would not fuel her scrawny bones.

A mechanical Dummy welcomes the Brunette to her first challenge. The space is clear of eyes; and when it did pertain life, it didn’t appear too difficult. Her petite fists position into defense as she witnessed others perform, but evidently the viewing lesson was not sufficient. Heavy inanimate arms flings in every which direction, and Iona struggles tremendously. Harbinger would surely be dissatisfied with this scene, after the incident on the Train where she illustrated she could at least shatter the non-living. Any ambition towards her survival is evidently fatal. And with that destiny swallowed, the Dummy engraves harshly into her stomach.

She collapses to the floor, and there’s absolutely no urgency to rise again. The reality of this tale has finally scripted into her knowledge with a distasteful slap. How long until her dead conclusion? It may have been pages or mere words lengthening her moment spent at the very bottom. But then a generous hand forces her from the dreadful realization, and an inspiring voice lures her from the depths.

How could this blonde Savior not assume the meek girl from Eleven would very well remain fallen when the time arrived in the future? Still the Brunette captures her offering palm, and gratefully welcomes the footing. Her lips part in a desperate desire to deliver her gratitude, only for more silent words to fail her.

It felt as though every soul within the Capitol pertained beautiful exteriors; the Victors, the Tributes, its Citizens. This made formulating speech all that more problematic for Iona. And the Blonde before her was no different, if not more so. The Female Tribute from a single District above her. The powerful conduct that which Bailey illuminated from herself is nothing to forget. Iona’s focus instantly grasps the floor, just as her entire structure did prior. “Thank you.” Is more lipped then anything, as her exhale can barely extinguish a mute whisper.

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Silence Is Our Self Defense // Iona x Bailey {Blitz} Jun 11, 2016 18:32:56 GMT -5

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District 10 Female Tribute

73rd Hunger Games

Bailey Truus

There is nothing to fear if you don't fear death.

Youth and frailty seemed to personify the fifteen year old Iona Holbrook quite well. Her body was slim and her muscles practically hidden from sight. In terms of looks though she was beautiful. Her hair a lovely dark brown to match her equally as rich eyes. Her skin was a fair white laced with the occasional freckle. Back in District Eleven Bailey suspected there must have been lines of suitors calling for her hand. However at the age of fifteen Bailey wasn't certain she should be suited for love at all. At such an age she should be focused on other things, and above not on the Hunger Games. But here they both were. An eighteen year old and a fifteen year old both sentenced to serve in the nation's favorite pass time. Both shoved into an ever brilliant spot light, stars of the Capitol. Their names would now forever be linked to these Hunger Games. It was all too much for a fifteen year old girl, just like it was all too much for fourteen year old Esme.

In every shy reaction Iona made to Bailey's presence she could see Esme gleaming through her eyes. The similarities were striking, but at the same time they were also so different. Esme had a way of naturally connecting to people. Iona on the other hand seemed to prefer to not be near people at all. Her shyness far outweighed that of Esme's but that wasn't such an awful thing. It meant Iona wasn't Bailey's sister, and it meant Bailey wouldn't have to see Esme every moment she saw this girl. Sure she would continue to see hints of her cousin but at least it wasn't purely Esme.

Shaking her head a bit to clear the musty memories Bailey helped lift the light girl to her feet. An ever so barely audible thank you escapes Iona's lips as she regains her footing. Curiosity seeps from Bailey's synapses as she contemplates how to handle the situation. Bailey is uncertain whether or not to just leave Iona now or to take her under her wing. Bailey could tell there was something beneath Iona's surface but she wasn't sure if it was worth her time. So Bailey decided to let Iona choose. To decide if she was worth Bailey's attention any longer, and in a way Bailey really hoped Iona chose to seek her help.

"Just make sure to get up faster next time." Bailey said before turning to walk away and put her plan into action.

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Silence Is Our Self Defense // Iona x Bailey {Blitz} Jun 11, 2016 22:43:31 GMT -5

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District 11 Female Tribute

73rd Hunger Games

Iona Holbrook

my silence is my self defense,
and also my greatest weapon.

Snickers bounce against the former dummy Iona was ashamedly defeated by, and further objects. Enjoyment flourishes from the knowledge of an easy murder; while it fears young Eleven even more so, as she is evidently this weak prey. Weaver had become her shelter. But what would occur if he were unable to watch Iona crumble, if they were to split in the Arena? With loneliness embodying her currently, she’s forced to consider this exact situation in the days to come. Having an aiding hand to assist her back to her feet is vital, and even more so if they’re also tough enough to standby as Iona parishes.

Baffled eyes remain trapped upon Bailey’s stern expression. Every feature upon her is beyond captivating. Intimidation pierces her breathtaking bright eyes, yet Iona’s unable to glare away. More characters enhance the interest of a Story. But Bailey alone could draw distracted attention. The Brunette’s mesmerized by her appeal, and follows her words as though never given the respect of direct speech. Any demanding suggestion from her, the innocent Eleven is willing to comply to.

From now on every time Iona stumbles she will bounce back up, she promises. Anything to prevent Bailey’s face from turning, which is exactly what occurs. Iona’s focus lowers in sorrow and uncertainty. Should she follow, or would that only create controversy that she doesn’t need? After a lengthy moment, and hefty gulp, she decides to strive for more company. What’s the worst that could happen, a quicker death? Perhaps she wouldn’t mind.

Gentle patters hurry to reach Bailey once more. It is her strength and wits that Iona’s desperate for. Weaver’s kind and generous, where as this Blonde is determined. If anyone could inspire of ounce of muscle into Iona, it would be her.

A scrawny finger points to the plant station, while she maintains step with Ten. Would she comply? Certainly she wouldn’t accept the Brunette if she were mere baggage. But Iona did pertain some talents. She frailly leads the way; internally pleading that Bailey will accept the path.

Information clutters Iona’s brain in an organized fashion. Since she was little she could imprint every valuable fact, and discard the rest. Illustrations of plants consume a screen, along with questions on which were edible, poison, medicinal, and useless. In ease she answers with no error as a result. Books have saved her in more ways then one. Personal physical strength could never preserve her existence, but she had other skills in survival. Her vision shuffles to Bailey, seeking for any spark of approval within the beautiful mismatch color of her eyes.

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