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can't run this show on your own // [85th D7 Train Blitz] May 31, 2020 13:22:12 GMT -5

Post by admin kay on May 31, 2020 13:22:12 GMT -5

HELLEMINE CAUCHEMAR

“Mack Daddy!” Helle swagged into the dining car, blonde hair in disarray around her shoulders, weight in her knees, eyes bloodshot and squinted. It hadn’t been more than hour since the Reaping and somehow she’d managed to lose any semblance of coherency. If she had looked confident on the stage, now she just looked a mess.

She lifted her hand to high five Mackenzie, then turned to the other District Seven victor.

“Aaaand!”

She’d fully intended to greet the woman equally, but her brain – her floaty, fine brain – had decided to glitch out. J. She was really, really sure it started with J. But then what? Je? Jo? Ja? Ja sounded right, but also horribly wrong.

Shit, maybe it had been a bad idea to get high.

Nope! No time to tank such a good trip, especially while she was literally on a trip.

She realized she’d been staring out the train’s window. Whoops. “J-Money!” Bingo! She offered the same hand to Jacinta – JACINTA! Oh well, too late now - and then collapsed next to her district partner.

“I’m not even going to pretend like I caught your name. Things happened fast back there, yeah? I’m Helle,” and this time when she offered her hand, it came in peace, an open handshake. While they shook hands, Hellemine squirmed. She canted one hip up, dug deeply into her fraying back pocket, and produced a very smushed joint.

“Ha! They missed it!” Strictly speaking she planned to forget all about the pat-down she’d received inside the Justice Building. But this little glorious gift, this would help. This would make everything right.

And then it vanished right before her eyes.

A magic trick.

“Whoa, dude, did you see that??”

The car door’s closed after the avox, but Helle was too busy blinking at Jamison.

[title lyrics from "Kings and Queens" by Ava Max]

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can't run this show on your own // [85th D7 Train Blitz] Jun 5, 2020 13:43:11 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jun 5, 2020 13:43:11 GMT -5

J A C I N T A

S A L A Z A R ;

Jacinta has brought Emerald, one of her pet snakes, with her as she usually does. The other two, Vesper and Dior, were carried onto the train in their terrariums Sometimes, she brings her pet onto the train in a terrarium, but this time, the snake is curled around her shoulders, its head resting affectionately around the curve of Jacinta's neck.

If she hadn't been so off-put by Hellemine's odd behavior, she might have found it refreshing that the tribute doesn't know her name — or at least, is too high to recall it. Over the years, Jacinta has grown tired of the spotlight, of people staring at her every time she leaves her house.

She isn't fond of these nicknames, not at all. Mack Daddy and J-Money — hers isn't so bad, but Mackenzie's makes her visibly cringe.

The crushed joint Hellemine pulls out of her pocket and makes disappear into thin air is a bitter reminder that Jacinta will have no relief from the stress of mentoring these Games. She used to spend the duration of the Hunger Games drinking and smoking, but this time, she's about seven months into her first pregnancy.

She gives Mackenzie a look that says, I can't believe I let you convince me to mentor again. At least when she mentored, she had Violet and Raven, and then Mackenzie and Ike. All of them had been hopeful tributes.

"It's Jacinta," she tells Hellemine flatly. "Nice to meet you." Jacinta stops herself from adding I guess to the end of her sentence.

Last Edit: Jun 5, 2020 15:50:23 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

"even stars burn out."

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can't run this show on your own // [85th D7 Train Blitz] Jun 5, 2020 14:12:18 GMT -5

Post by dars on Jun 5, 2020 14:12:18 GMT -5

He winced, a single eyebrow raised into the air. But he kept his gaze on the article in front of him. The title had caught his interest- MID-DISTRICTS DUE FOR VICTOR RESURGENCE. Half of him was convinced that it was placed on the train strategically, to make things more fun. To make him and the bat-shit girl next to him think the Capitol was in support of them. The other half looked at it realistically: there hadn't been a mid-district victor since Mackenzie Pryce. Maybe there was a semblance of truth in it, there on the outskirts, the margins of the statement.

"I’m not even going to pretend like I caught your name. Things happened fast back there, yeah?"

Deep inhale, when he replied he was sure to keep his voice level: "That's because I never told you my name." Not rude. Not impolite. Certainly not inviting, either. JJ was aware that he wasn't the easiest person to enjoy being around, but it was a conscious decision on his part. Keeping people at a distance was better; it minimized the casualties of the wildfire surrounding him.

She seemed unfazed though, sticking her hand into the space between them: "I'm Helle." Hell-uh. It was right there in the name; he made a mental note of it.

Reluctantly, he took her hand with his own.

"Charmed. Jamison- uh, JJ, I mean. Just JJ."

He wasn't sure if she even heard him, though: she'd already moved on to the next topic of her interest before he'd even fully finished speaking.

He looked between Jacinta and Mackenzie, finally setting the article down.

"Alright, so... Obviously, I don't want to die. What's-" he was distracted for a moment by something being snatched out of Helle's hand- "Um. What's the plan here?"