.:How We Used To Love:. [Bailey x Heath]

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.:How We Used To Love:. [Bailey x Heath] Jun 11, 2016 15:30:53 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 15:30:53 GMT -5

H E A T H C L I F F

He was at an impasse. The days were long—spending time at the various stations, watching the others as they played their games, listening to all of the chatter about who would rise and fall after the bloodbath—and yet sunset came as quickly as the sunrise. When he collapsed into the sheets he felt stretched too thin; his body pushed past where it should have been. The ache in his stomach had become noticeable on the second day. It wasn’t quite fear, he knew that feeling and had much the same destroyed it growing up in his home district. No, this was one that crept into his bones and rattled downward, trying to claim something that wasn’t quite there.

There was a single room of books, tablets, and various busts of tributes gone by. He’d seen the door on the first day but few tributes wanted to spend any time reading—or rather, they didn’t have the luxury to do so. But Heath was drawn here now, the light fading and various others drifting to the shadows that he separated once again. He liked the silence, and he like the loneliness even more. Funny, the twinge of sadness that came from being lonely that also brought about calm. He studied the maps that were sorted, and pressed closer to a tabletop that could be illuminated to show the topography of past games.

He flipped through the past few games, and drew further back, beyond the 40th and then some. The sophistication was noticeable the closer to the present; some older maps looked to repeat patterns of rolling hills and rivers. He leaned forward, chin on his palms and elbows onto the table. The pale green light flickered. He could have used more silence, it was far better getting to hear himself think. He spent so much time trying to avoid it before that all the moments of peace were overwhelming. He could feel his heart beat faster, right into his ears. The satisfaction of the door slipping open pried him from his unrest, and he turned to stare at the one interrupting him.

“Looking for something?”

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.:How We Used To Love:. [Bailey x Heath] Jun 11, 2016 18:51:52 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Jun 11, 2016 18:51:52 GMT -5

District 10 Female Tribute

73rd Hunger Games

Bailey Truus

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

Every step, every station, every sound. It all made Bailey think of Esme. Reminded Bailey of her muted silence as her cousin was plucked like a rose from the children during the Reaping. It all forced Bailey to contemplate how Esme reacted to everything. How she handled the other tributes she faced within these same walls. Did she cry? Did she fight? It was all a mystery far out of Bailey's reach. But when push came to shove it all could have been avoided if Bailey had simply parted her lips all those years ago. Prevented Esme from being plucked in the first place by volunteering instead. All the years of guilt and of regret were a price deserving to be paid. And now with Bailey too being sentenced to the exact same judgement as Esme she was given the ultimate payment. In fact it all seemed to come down to a simple phrase Bailey learned one year in school. An eye for an eye. Only in this case, it was a life for a life.

But still even knowing this fact Bailey scoured the Center for answers. Anything that would tell her about Esme's time here. Mace and Saffron were valuable sources of information but even they didn't know nearly enough. Bailey's thirst for knowledge of her cousin was unquenchable. It was almost like a drug constantly pulling her to find more. Bailey was addicted to this drug and she was okay with that, it was Esme after all. And although Bailey was certain her cousin didn't realize it she actually would have done anything for here. Even in death Bailey still would.

Anyway, it was due to Bailey's thirst that she found out from her escort about the Games library connected to the Training Center. It wasn't a very big place according to the report but it was filled with mountains of information about all the games and their tributes. If there was any place that had the most knowledge about Esme Bailey was certain it would be within those files. So Bailey didn't waste even a single moment hunting down the door with the words Games Library engraved next to it.

However, Bailey was thoroughly surprised when she found another tribute indulging within the knowledge as well. Especially once she identified the tribute as the volunteer from District Two. She knew that if he volunteered in place of a Hammerfell he must be more than confident in his abilities. Which in tandem most likely meant t avoid him at all costs, but Bailey wasn't about following standards. So calmly and unemotionally Bailey crossed her arms causally while replying to him.

"Isn't everyone? I mean you're here too after all."

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.:How We Used To Love:. [Bailey x Heath] Jun 12, 2016 22:35:53 GMT -5

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Heathcliff was careful to identify his fellow tributes—to see who rose and fell in the training center, the ones that would disappear out of earshot, the others who could trample like freight trains. There was no need to forget that there was only one that would be able to write history when all was said and done. The dead had no claim to what their stories were; it was up to the one who walked after to do so. Therein lay his greatest fear—what sort of truth would be told about him, should he stumble and fall? Unlike the maps at his fingertips, his story would not be so objective. The reality of district two had numbed him to the necessity of blood on his fingertips, but not insomuch that he wondered what he would find staring back at him in the mirror.

The girl from district ten was a bird. They always looked so fragile, like glass. There had been a joke long ago that the district was cursed, and that the girls that came from there never made it much further than day three. But there was a victor now, one that had clawed her way to the crown. This one was related to another that fell. Had she steeled herself from the pain, or was it waiting to emerge again? Heathcliff had seen enough waste of energy in those who couldn’t let go—he himself was pressing forward, trying to figure out just who or what he was. Looking back only served to slow him down.

Isn’t everyone? I mean you’re here too after all.

Heathcliff stood and faced her. He was not quite five foot eight. Certainly not as imposing as district two boys of years past. He narrowed his eyes and let the silence envelope the room as he watched Ms. Bailey Truus. Was this just sass, or was there a real nerve lurking underneath those wings? He licked his lips and nodded. “You’re right, Ten. But I wonder what a girl like you would be doing in a place like this.” He took another step and crossed his arms across his chest.

“Did you lose something? Or just curious?” Heathcliff wasn’t one for strong armed intimidation. No need to make enemies—yet.

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