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watchful eyes // [Ryan] Jan 4, 2019 0:53:56 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 4, 2019 0:53:56 GMT -5

Clayburn, Cassius

Knuckles hit the varnished wood of the newly inhabited Victor's mansion. Cool brown eyes swept across the compound. Only on other house was owned, it was good to see that the dusty old halls were finally seeing some use. Pity it took so long.

Thankfully only one key was handed out after the games despite there being more than one child stepping off the train. Cassius' lip curls as he thinks on the flood of tributes back into the districts. A twist they called it. He called it disgraceful. The Games, like Panem itself, has a set of rules and now they'd imploded. Did every tribute think they'd come back? Did the ones who did they think they are entitled to special treatment? Since the closure of the games and reveal of the rivaled twist, Cassius' single goal is to maintain the peace any means necessary.

The youth of District Four is growing far too bold, they needed to be beat back into line. No one comes back from the Games, except for the victor.

Except for Wander Sibley. His teeth clench just thinking of ver. There was an anomaly in his district- a tribute, not a victor but not dead. It was throwing the entire community into a whirlwind. Just yesterday he had three reaping aged children whipped for their insolence in the square. He had hoped the blood would stain the stone and hold a reminder for future troublemakers but with the morning came rain. It still drizzled now, lazy fat raindrops plopping into puddles dotting the extensive gardens of the Victor's courtyard.

The stripes on their backs would not wash away quite as easily.

Despite needing another grand show in the square, there was another important task on Clayburn's agenda.

Anatalia Morrison. The perfect victor. A trained career from the district he has made his home, Cassius couldn't have been more proud. However no one seemed to want to talk about Miss Morrison.

They didn't die! We watched them die but they brought them back!

Yes, and?

The girl's victory tour was to begin soon and there was a twisting in the pit of his gut. The new shining jewel of District Four was to visit districts that held two of her fellow tributes in it. Tributes who may hold a grudge, who had gotten a taste for blood. Who had died and may no longer fear it.

Cassius had practically thrown the papers from his desk as he called for his schedule to be cleared.

Miss Morrison needed someone by her side to make sure nothing... uncouth happened on her travels. This was such a delicate situation, it needed to be handled with care and precision.

Cassius knocked on the door again, impatience getting the better of him. Rain trickled down the back of his neck. The hilt of his blade pressed against his rib cage beneath his clean white coat.

Someone needed to keep an eye on her.

Last Edit: Jan 9, 2021 12:00:47 GMT -5 by sbeeg

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watchful eyes // [Ryan] Jan 18, 2019 2:01:21 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jan 18, 2019 2:01:21 GMT -5

She cant even think of where to begin.

The mansion was larger than she expected, so much architecture that she did not expect to see as she walked through the door of her new place. Angel Mer was by her side, just as Wander Sibley was as well. She did not waste any time with her father, simply walking into her old house, making a grand announcement for him to go fuck himself with a knife, and telling Angel to grab what he needed and go.

When her father tried to stop her, she looked at him with a death glare. ”If you even try to come near me, Ill kill you myself. ” Annie spoke clearly to him, to which Angel had heard, and started to skid away from the obvious commotion that would ensue if he dared to take another step.

Once Angel was ready, she turned around, ”Ill send someone for my stuff, and if you stop them, Ill come find you dad. You can bet on that.” Annie flipped him off as she walked out of the house she grew up in and left it in her dust.

She could finally live the life that she wanted to live.

And so getting used to the new house was a bit of a chore, but once the peacekeepers had started to unload what belonged to her, she began to furnish the house the way she liked it.

She didn’t own much, to her own dismay, but when she trained her whole life to win something that she didn’t want to win, she wasn’t surprised. Her father kept her in the dark on most things, which showed as Angel walked into her room and noticed the mess.

”Need some help Annie?” He said to her as he grabbed an Apple that was sitting in the bowl of her nightstand.

”I don’t know Angel.” Annie spoke honestly, realizing that Angel Mer was really right behind her, speaking to her, listening to her, being there for her.

That was more than enough to make everything she did worth it.

”I told Wander to come by and pick a room out for verself as well.” Annie turned around to Angel, grabbing her own apple and taking a rather large bite out of it before turning back to her disheveled room layout. ”Maybe I should hire someone to help?” Annie tilted her head to the side before letting it rest on Angel’s shoulder.

”You could, but I think it would lose the rustic Annie charm.” Angel laughed before taking a bite of his own apple and smiling at her.

Annie took a deep breath before realizing that he was right. She could do this. How hard was it to decorate the room that she claimed for herself?

She knew that the problem lied in the fact that she couldn’t think straight. After all, she had just gone through an ordeal that no one should have gone through, and soon enough, she was going to have to travel to the capitol again to watch two more tributes duke it out for their survival.

Except this time, there was a chance that neither of them could come back, and that scared Annie shitless.

However, she tried her hardest to hide it, especially from Angel. ”We should go to the beach later. Do a little surfing or something. I think I need to get out of this house before I lose my mind.” Annie walked up to her bed and stared at the room as she thought about her eyes bleeding.

”Just let me know when Annie. Im there with you.” Angel smiled at her, moving away from her room and entering his own across the hall.

All she could do was smile, because this was the reality that she got to come home too, no matter what the psychological cost was to her.

She took a deep breath as she moved her dresser around to lay against a wall, Janet was resting one top of it, playing a song that helped her focus on the interior decorating.

She took a deep breath as she finally decided that she needed to get out of her room and walk around the house. She turned off Janet and realized that it had been raining.

Well, there goes her beach day.

She sighed, walking down the stairs and into the kitchen that was larger than the one she had back in her old home. It was stocked with more food than she could ever need, which is why she was happy that she had Angel and Wander living here with her, because not only she wouldn’t be lonely, but she also wouldn’t have to waste a single thing.

She grabbed a mug from the cupboard and began to brew some coffee. Leon and showed her how to do it while he was showing her the house in its entirety. He called it his tried and true for the most part, and Annie could see why.

As she poured a cup, she thought about the Sibley’s and how they probably deserved more than what they had. After all, they had given life to one of the most important people in Annie’s life at this point, and whether they liked it or not, Annie was adopting Wander as soon as she could. Ve deserved a life where ve didn’t have to suffer, but did that mean that so did ver family? She took a sip of coffee and simply sighed. She wasn’t sure, she wouldn’t know until she brought it up to them.

It would be out of her hands until they were able to have a sit down.

She was at a loss as she stared into her cup of coffee. Strange sounds perforated her hearing and all of the sudden, she felt like she was back in the arena. The sight of Bette was clear in her mind as she heard two cannons in the distance and then a third one short after.

The sword in her hand felt real, and before she knew it, three more cannon sounds went off, scaring the crap out of her and causing her to spill the coffee all over the island.

”Shit.” Annie said, grabbing a cloth to lay over the mess. She moved the mug from the spot and placed it near the coffee pot. She began to wipe when three more bangs came out of nowhere.

There was someone at the door.

She moved into the living room, which came fully furnished a la the capitol.

The fur skinned couches looked luxurious, but Annie did not have time to fawn over them, especially because she had to kill to get them.

She looked out the peep hole to notice a man with a very serious expression on his face, like he had just come from the morgue to announce the death of someone.

When she opened it, she realized that the man was quite familiar. ”What do I owe the honor for this time?” She said as she stood at the side of the door, extending her hand to welcome the peacekeeper into her home.

”Please come in.” Annie actually wanted to slam the door in his face, but she knew better than to do that. After all, he could have been bearing good tidings instead for once. She doubted it the moment she thought about it, but it was nice for that one second.

She ushered him in and closed the door behind her, cutting the cold air from wafting inside any longer. She turned her back to the door and laid against it for a moment, looking at the man that seemed to have business with her.

She just didn’t know what that business was.

Last Edit: Jan 18, 2019 9:46:41 GMT -5 by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]

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watchful eyes // [Ryan] Jan 19, 2019 19:48:25 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 19, 2019 19:48:25 GMT -5

Clayburn, Cassius

The door swung open and there she was. Porcelain skin and thick blonde hair. Blue eyes, like the powerful waves that knocked boats around during a storm. He felt a pull in his chest, the familiar sensation whenever he saw a certain brunette running about the district. Cassius' mind wandered a moment and wondered where Ariadne could possibly be now. Never mind that, he would surely run into her eventually if she liked it or not.

"What do I owe the honor for this time? Please come in.” She pulled the door aside, exposing the luxury inside. Cassius stepped forward, rain dripping from his uniform onto the hardwood floor. He took his time, slowly pacing around the entrance way, admiring the intricate lighting hanging from the ceiling before setting his helmet on a table by the door. Never did care for wearing the thing, it obscured his face. Some peacekeepers like the anonymity the visor gave them, never taking credit for the destruction they caused. Cassius always wanted them to see his face, it was part of the fun.

"Miss Morrisen," Cassius said, finally letting his eyes stop on the victor. She was shorter than she thought she'd be. On screen she seemed eight feet tall, but now he could see she was simply the size of a teenage girl. Small. "I know, as scheduled, you will be embarking on your Victory Tour soon."

He took a step forward, mostly out of habit. Cassius wasn't used to talking to people without having to intimidate them into doing what he wanted, it was rare they were ever on equal footing. He still wasn't sure if Annie was.

"It has come to my attention that visits to other districts that contain tributes from you own games may not be completely safe. After all they might hold resentment towards you for winning. I am here to offer myself as protection during your tour. A watchful eye, if you will."

And a stiff blow to anyone who dared step a toe out of line.