Feast or famine {geebs}

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Feast or famine {geebs} Oct 17, 2018 20:37:19 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Oct 17, 2018 20:37:19 GMT -5

Faux Rhodes

Training is exhausting, but Faux knows the importance of it. Not that it makes a difference in who lives and dies, but being prepared in someway is key. Right now holding a weapon taunts him; the blades laugh at him as the trainers glare with intimidating eyes. He's alone, and it's more painful than anything. Sure his brother is somewhere within the walls of the training center, however, it doesn't push the gut wrenching thoughts away. So when it's time to eat, Faux wastes no time leaving the gym behind.

Lunch is one of the most important meals of the day even more important than breakfast in his eyes. It gives strength to carry on. It takes away the shaky feeling breakfast leaves behind, but looking at the food prepared makes it hard to do anything. It's simply amazing, and Faux can't stop his chin from dropping to the ground. There's enough food here to feed everyone in district eleven several times over.

A bleeding heart claws at his ribs; it hurts seeing it all, and yet Faux wants to devour as much as possible. It's about making himself stronger so maybe one day his friends won't go hungry. Sneaking them food is easy because he cares for them more than he cares for himself. Friendship is important, but here it's lonely. Not a soul is willing to talk to him. Nobody cares enough to say hi, and it's difficult. It's hard to keep going, to share the world without a friend by his side.

Faux needs a friend, but the food will do for now.

The next several minutes are spent piling as much food on a plate as humanly possible. It's beyond him how he's even going to eat it all, but he always has a plan. And for starters it involves sitting in a corner so he can watch from a distance. Maybe someone will see him, or maybe going on like a ghost is best. With a heavy sigh, Faux grabs one of the many rolls resting on his plate and digs in.

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Feast or famine {geebs} Oct 17, 2018 22:36:22 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Oct 17, 2018 22:36:22 GMT -5

I file into the dining room with the other tired tributes. After rolling through drill after drill my body was ready for a break. Whereas yesterday I had spent the meal picking at foods that most resembled Ma's cooking, today I was up for adventure. I spooned creamy, cheesy dishes onto a plate. Thick chicken breasts seasoned with thyme and presented with little slices of lemon. My plate heavy with new foods to try I turn to look for a table to sit at. A few tributes sat by themselves and one caught my eye. One of the eldest tributes here, Faux Rhodes, sat in a corner by himself. He's got all the marks of a man grown- tall, with a thick beard sprouting along his jaw. He stuck out among the fourteen year old tributes, towering over them like an older brother. The detail that interested me the most, however, was that he was from District Eleven. The little rat I'd run into yesterday was from there as well. Carmen Stirling, who at thirteen, was already setting herself up to be sabotaged by rubbing Capitol smearing graffiti into walls with jam.

I cross to his table, long strides carrying me and my burdened plate quickly to the far corner of the room. I set my plate down firmly, cementing my place across from the boy.

"You need to watch Carmen," I say, still standing using the vantage point to peer down at him. My accent draws out the words, like Mace and the District Ten tributes before me, announcing exactly who I am. "She's gonna get herself a killed before the Games even start."

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Feast or famine {geebs} Oct 19, 2018 17:58:22 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Oct 19, 2018 17:58:22 GMT -5

Faux Rhodes

This food is amazing. Of course it doesn't taste of the food at home, but it's enough to fill his stomach. Being here, looking at all of this, is hard, but Faux knows the reason behind it all. The mountains of food will help build some strength and muscle so when he's standing inside the arena fighting for his life, there's more weight to lose. Packing on a few pounds would probably help him out since he's really just skin and bone anyway. A soft grin spreads from ear to ear, but it's taken away as quickly as it appears.

A girl sets her plate down heavily against the table. His gaze never leaves the mashed potatoes sliding off his spoon, but as her words echo through his mind, Faux finds himself at a loss. What is she doing that's so bad? Carmen isn't his responsibility, but if she's going to get herself killed before the games even begin -

He has to do something.

A lump forms in the back of his throat as the words float relentlessly through his mind. Part of him is okay with her dying before the games even begin, but the other part of him, the one that's yearning for friendship knows he has to step in.

Sitting the fork down on his plate, Faux looks at the girl with the ten etched into her uniform. "What's she doing?" He asks while carefully shoving his plate to the side. It's rude to eat in front of guests unless the guest is an animal, and then it's okay. But she isn't an animal. This girl is a human, and Faux wants to make sure he gives her the respect she deserves even if it pushes friendship further and further away.

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Feast or famine {geebs} Oct 20, 2018 18:29:51 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Oct 20, 2018 18:29:51 GMT -5

The boy's eyes were trained on his food, but they quickly rose to meet mine. He shoved his plate away, his face grim. "What's she doing?"

What didn't she do? I glance around, making sure that the secluded corner wasn't being watched by an Peacekeeper or nosy trainer. I take the seat across from Faux, crossing my arms on the table and leaning in to keep my voice at a whisper.

"I don't know if anyone mentioned it to tributes," I say, cautiously. "But she slandered the Capitol on a hallway wall."

The words don't do the event justice, but I can't quite convey the fear that slithered down my throat when I saw Carmen there in front of her work. She didn't sense the danger, and now I'm afraid I've come to the wrong person. Maybe in District Eleven they're more calm about these things? I don't think such acts would be tolerated in Ten, even with Mayor Emberstatt in charge. I decide to add on, trying to paint a clearer picture even though I'm not as talented of a painter as Carmen.

"With jam."

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Feast or famine {geebs} Oct 24, 2018 13:48:04 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Oct 24, 2018 13:48:04 GMT -5

Faux Rhodes

Is Carmen trying to get herself killed? Faux doesn't know, but it does register that he needs to stop her before becoming a target himself especially since it's already big enough. Being related to Harbinger is one thing, but right now the most important thing to worry about is making sure his district partner is okay. She isn't free yet, so Faux doesn't think she should make the mistakes she's making, but what if he can't stop her?

His eyes are wide as he looks at the girl in front of him. It's wrong to act that way. Wrong to slander the Capitol. Faux doesn't want to die, and back in district eleven, that was a sure way to get a bullet to the brain. Carmen is only going to make things worse, and he feels it's going to come after him too. The wrath of the Capitol is not one he wants to face just days before going into the arena.

"She's going to end up getting us both killed." His words are quiet and calm, but the panicking lingering inside is starting to eat him alive. Faux isn't about to place his life on the line for her. He wants to live his to be free with the animals of the world, but is freedom truly free? "That's something that'll get her killed fast even back home. It's a quick way to get a bullet to the brain."

A heavy sigh leaves his chest;

"I'll have to stop her before anymore damage is done." Perhaps it seems simple, but it's not something he's looking forward too. Hopefully none of the higher ups saw the mess. "Well, I'll try anyway."

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Feast or famine {geebs} Oct 24, 2018 20:33:12 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Oct 24, 2018 20:33:12 GMT -5

Watching the panic swallow the boy's face was enough to make me wish I'd never brought it up. I shouldn't have spoken to Carmen either. I should have marched straight to the elevator and let me soon to be enemies get sorted out themselves.

That's what I should have done.

His chest heaves with a sigh and I take the moment to really catalog the boy. He was older and taller, and I could not look away from the long beard he sported. It was strange to see a tribute with one, but then again everyone developed at different times. Pa was always had a smooth face. I guess the gene for such things skipped our family.

He says he'll try and I feel guilt bloom in the pit of my stomach. I didn't mean to give another burden to a tribute. If someone told me to watch after Enzo I'd feel overwhelmed.

My face softens. We're all in trouble here.

"I'm sure it'll be okay," I say. "There isn't a whole lot they can do to us now."