our fall from grace . Mer, Lys, Bella, Cryo
Jun 5, 2020 21:36:30 GMT -5
Post by cass on Jun 5, 2020 21:36:30 GMT -5
m e r e d i t h .
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight with all my might
I'm getting out,
So check it outIt hadn’t taken Meredith long to decide that she was going to align herself with anyone that would piss off Octavia, Killian, and Victor. In fact, it had been almost a pre-requisite of every decision she had made since she had volunteered at the reaping back in district two.
Killan’s lessons had taught her how to read a person’s movements, how to see what they’re going to do next. Moreso, he had taught them how to think like a winner, who to choose as allies, and who to avoid at all costs. So she took that lesson now and turned it on its head. From the moment she had stepped into the training centre she had been searching, weeding out the ones that Killian would nod his head to. The career districts were an instant black cross, that’d make Victor too happy. Some of the other districts had power and grace, but after watching the reaping she had known what she had wanted.
Lysander, the girl from district five seemed like a train wreck in action. She was a drunk in need of some help. Meredith had known straight away that she had wanted to be her ally. Next, she had browsed through the districts, she needed more, she needed numbers and names that would make Octavia’s skin crawl. The lower districts had a way of making Octavia gag at the very idea of being near them. It was simple, next she wanted the two kids from district eleven.
She’d asked them to join her, on the roof for a bit of fun, it hadn’t been hard to convince Lysander to join in after tempting her with a bottle of alcohol. Honestly, it was shocking at how easy it had been to get her hands on it, Hellemine was an amazing source, being another one of the alcoholics and drug addicts in these games.
The few more she’d managed to find were sitting beside her as she stared into the Capitol. The sun had begun to creep below the skyline, the breeze was chilly, but nothing a jumper couldn’t save you from. She had hardly allowed herself enough time to be fascinated with the world she found herself in, it made her stomach hurt when she looked at it all. One death sentence exchanged for another, she just hoped this one bought her a less painful demise.
She brought the bottle to her lips, taking a brisk mouthful before giving it back to Lysander. Footsteps behind her had her grabbing another bottle of alcohol, turning to face the newcomers. “Cryo, Bella, welcome, welcome, come and join me and Lys,” she waved the bottle in the air, beckoning them forwards.
