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literally so gay, doing so many crimes

sapphire martini [justice&violet] Jan 29, 2018 3:20:33 GMT -5

Post by arx!! on Jan 29, 2018 3:20:33 GMT -5

JUSTICE
FRAY

Everyone keeps asking me if I've got a winner this year. Most of them are mocking me, but I play along with forced laughter and a raised glass—"As always!" The joke is getting old, but they laugh, too. It's hard to get a read on them, but if the Reaping was any indication, I'm working with two kids who are more than willing to cut down a few people, big smiles on their faces.

I don't know.

I think I need a drink.

Luckily the dining hall is always kept primed and ready for my nightly adventures. The Capitol doesn't even bother locking up their stashes of expensive champagnes and aged wines. Pretty sure they want the tributes to steal it; drunk and hungover kids make for good television.

It's empty when I get there. Well, aside from the probably very well hidden cameras around the room. I don't bother getting any sort of permission, hopping over the bar like I own the place. I swipe some top shelf whiskey and pour it into a fancy rocks glass, throwing back the contents quickly when I hear the click of high heels approaching.

I think about ducking a split second too late. Though I think I would've regretted hiding from someone who looks that good.

Even if her name is Salazar.

It's probably inappropriate to smile, but I've got a much happier buzz than I did when I last spoke to her sister. It's a challenge not to let my gaze linger too long, but I manage a cheery—"Hello."—to break the silence at least.

"A drink?" I ask, eyebrow raised as I lean forward against the bar. "And maybe a seat?" I gesture to one of the bar stools before spinning on my heels and searching for the cocktail glasses.

"Promise I won't bite," I grin as I glance over my shoulder. "Unless you ask nicely."

[ v i c t o r y ]

Last Edit: Jan 29, 2018 3:22:42 GMT -5 by arx!!

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sapphire martini [justice&violet] Jan 30, 2018 21:48:36 GMT -5

Post by Python on Jan 30, 2018 21:48:36 GMT -5

oh, my mind's getting violent
it only multiplies in the silence
give you a fist full of violets and
watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids

”What is the Capitol like?”

Little had Violet known, there had been no need to ask such a question. Destiny would have her starry eyes look upon the Capitol’s luxurious skyscrapers in person, and for all of the wrong reasons. Although she was impressed by her older sister’s stardom, she hadn’t wanted any taste of it herself. Their family name was enough to garner the attention of many welcome faces, especially attractive ones. Salazar slipped from the tongue elegantly, and people spoke of them with envy. Wealth aside, she didn’t feel envied anymore.

Death was all she could think about now. The finite truths of life; you might not be as lucky as Jacinta, she was stronger than you.

It was a shame because she wanted to enjoy the Capitol. It was more spectacular than it appeared on television – brighter colors, louder voices, and beautiful stylists. It was an odd feeling to hear crowds cheering, wondering whether it was because they wanted to create her demise or prevent it. Or was it simply because she was the pretty beloved sister of their newest victor? She didn’t know. The stylists never stopped complimenting her, insisting that the crowds were dying for her. Violet wanted to believe that was true, but she couldn’t be a national treasure; she was not yet immortal.

Her appetite faltered at the thought. She had wandered into the dining hall in hopes of finding a snack, but she no longer felt hungry. The bar caught her attention instead, a body pouring drinks behind it. A martini sounded perfect right about now.

She gasped when she realized who was behind the counter. The words ”Did you actually meet Justice Fray?” echoed in her mind. Jacinta had indeed met Justice, and said he was nice but rather strange. Whatever that meant.

Violet maintained her composure. ”I’ll have both,” she said, sitting on one of the stools, ”A martini.”

She noted the time of day and the vacancy of the dining hall. ”This doesn’t count as stealing, right?” She smiled, a clear indicator that she wouldn’t care either way.

i've been running from the moon
since i got burnt by the sun
your face is brand new
but your smile is gone