sweet little victor { mauve x flynn }

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sweet little victor { mauve x flynn } Jun 10, 2021 6:23:32 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Jun 10, 2021 6:23:32 GMT -5

MAUVE

She couldn't believe the strings she had to pull to get hold of a dead rat.

The chefs had looked at her with upturned noses, genuinely offended that she had approached them for such a demand. She had only stared at them with icy annoyance before turning away without so much as another word. Then she had tried her luck but looking in the storage rooms and darkness, dampest parts of the training centre. But just like the train, like her apartments, everything was pristine, barely even a speck of dirt.

So she had to resort to tormenting some avox's- the one from the train to her utter delight, she had found easily. Manipulating the terrified girl had been a matter of just looking at her funny, snarling her request and waiting. The girl had been shaking when she returned, barely looking Mauve in the eye as she handed her the bag with the rat, before scurrying away to put as much distance between us, especially since she didn't have the protection of her knight in shining armour.

Pressing the 'up' button, the elevator whirls to life. Mauve takes a peek into the bag. She had been very precise in her instructions, the rat was to be in good condition, a gentle snap of the neck to kill it to ensure that there was no broken skin. It would ruin the piece, a gift for her mentor. She knew that Atticus would hate it, the anticipation of his discomfort was enough to have her lips pulled back into a wide grin, her eyes dancing with delight. Her tongue swipes over her top lip, she could not wait to see his face when he saw the rat dressed like Ezero Laffan, axe protruding from its chest.

The ding of the elevator has her eyes drawn to the doors, watching as they slide open to reveal little Flynn Garner, the latest and youngest victor. It seemed like her night would only get better. Slinking in she turns to face him, piercing eyes staring into dark ones. "Did it hurt when Lorraine shot off your ear?" She hoped it did.

Last Edit: Jun 10, 2021 6:24:18 GMT -5 by k!ah

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sweet little victor { mauve x flynn } Jun 14, 2021 5:01:44 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🐢 frankel on Jun 14, 2021 5:01:44 GMT -5

FLYNN GARNER
88th Hunger Games

Chewing gum makes my teeth feel slick and shiny but just one piece does not cut it. The peppermint burning flavour always dissolves so quickly, even the remnants fade in my mouth. A tinge of the sewage lake aroma still welcomes my nostrils every few breathes even a year later, and yet the chewing gum does not last over a minute. So, I stuff my mouth with four pieces and leave it at that. I need some way of hiding today’s fish dinner from any unexpected conversations I have later.

I have been trying to figure out the other tributes for Robin. The potential allies and definite red list to stay away from. They are all so different a year later from the faces I saw myself in the sky and yet the categories are the same ’FRIENDS’, ‘NEUTRAL’, ‘SCARY’ and ‘VERY SCARY’. The girl from District Three is in bold and on top of the very scary list. Probably even scarier than Lorraine and the Lighting Rod Le Roux put together. Why are there so many sinister people in the world? And why are they here right now, up against Robin Keeni and Willa Copeland?

There is a whole strategy penned in my head and I need to go and tell Robin right now before I forget it. Just anything to make me feel like I have done enough. Even if it is my first time, there is no room for error here.

The elevator takes its time to reach the dining floor, hopefully Robin is up on Six and we can have a talk. It finally dings and the doors reveal…Mauve. Great. It is just her as well, there is not one other body I can hide behind or maybe have a little small talk with as I keep my eyes off the creepy girl, I have been observing all of this time. I have heard whispers from Atticus’ entourage…

"Did it hurt when Lorraine shot off your ear?" Sometimes I regret declining the prosthetic ear though I should have had a frequently asked questions tattooed in its place instead. The phantom pain is slowly becoming irregular, but it still likes to enjoy being a prop in the nightmares. ”Yes, obviously it did…” I face the girl as the doors shut behind me and it makes its ascent up. I look up and down the older girl, just making sure nothing has been smuggled out of the training room. Especially after a question like that. ”What is in the bag?”