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a viewing party for opening day , someone else's place / savannah + open !

saying  goodbye  to  her  tributes  was  no  easy  feat  ,  district  six  seemingly  chained  to  her  like  a  lock  without  keys  .  each  step  they  took  further  away  that  morning  was  a  tug  on  her  heart  ,  a  subtle  beat  of  pain  to  replace  the  blood  pumping  through  her  veins  .  the  start  of  the  games  was  always  the  hardest  because  it  was  the  most  real  it’d  ever  get  for  savannah  .  once  they  were  in  the  arena  ,  the  scissors  were  always  nearby  to  cut  any  tether  connecting  her  to  them  ,  but  that  tether  was  more  complicated  now  .  she  had  to  worry  about  artemis  ,  watch  them  fight  for  their  lives  for  god  only  knew  how  long  .  and  she  preferred  solitude  at  this  time  ,  but  she’d  been  invited  to  a  viewing  party  .  who  was  she  to  decline  and  act  shady  on  the  day  that  mattered  the  most  ?

the  party  sickens  her  before  the  countdown  even  starts  ,  drink  in  hand  while  other  began  cheering  and  laughing  in  anticipation  around  her  .  the  dissociation  hits  momentarily  ,  briefly  ,  until  the  countdown  is  over  .  that’s  when  everything  became  muffled  around  her  ,  eyes  taking  note  of  the  fact  that  there  were  a  handful  of  tributes  missing  .  was  she  going  crazy  ?  shock  freezes  her  until  a  flash  of  artemis  comes  over  the  screen  and  the  drink  in  savannah’s  hand  is  set  aside  instantly  .  she  sneaks  away  ,  feeling  like  she  can’t  breathe  ,  and  pushes  the  doors  to  the  balcony  open  for  some  fresh  air  .  palms  meet  the  balustrade  ,  knuckles  shading  white  as  her  body  sways  ever  so  slightly  in  the  wind  .  savannah  found  herself  taking  a  seat  just  then  ,  legs  becoming  tucked  as  the  strange  silence  of  the  streets  clashed  with  the  deafened  chatter  from  the  party  inside  .

#mj.open #› ✨ 〝 savannah bentley : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #u don't have 2 m atch at all ! #› ⏳ 〝 arena day 01 : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 . #i think i got the time right w this one but if not ? u saw nothing .

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much  like  her  movements  the  past  few  days  ,  kez  felt  like  some  kind  of  ghost  .  it  was  just  one  thing  after  another  and  she  could  barely  keep  up  .  she  felt  like  she’d  catch  up  on  one  thing  ,  then  completely  miss  something  else  that  happened  right  under  her  nose  .  it  was  exhausting  ,  having  to  consistently  be  the  one  digging  for  the  answers  while  nobody  else  provided  the  information  .  it  tired  her  out  most  days  ,  left  her  feeling  even  more  alone  than  she  felt  before  she  knew  anything  about  the  rebellion  itself  .  it  left  her  speechless  ,  staring  off  into  space  until  somebody  else  brought  her  back  ,  which  was  exactly  what  happened  when  cressida  spoke  .   “   what  ?   ”  instinctive  response  copmes  to  a  comment  she’d  heard  loud  and  clear  ,  but  it’s  a  wave  of  anger  and  irritation  that  comes  next  once  she’s  checked  back  into  reality  .  “  oh  ,  sorry  .  ”  but  there’s  no  genuine  guilt  or  shame  radiating  from  the  femme’s  tone  .  instead  ,  it’s  something  sour  .  “  god  forbid  someone  gets  in  the  way  of  your  money  shots  at  a  time  like  this  .  ”   even  with  her  anger  trapped  inside  ,  kez  steps  aside  .  because  ,  in  all  honesty  ,  she  hated  cameras  .

WHO: open (0/?) WHERE: the tribute center lobby WHEN: post-failed launch

While largely unexpected, the most recent turn of events certainly provided ample content for Cressida to film. It’s history in the making, and if the rebels wanted a fair shot at combating the domineering narratives— then how their stories were told mattered immensely. They’re in their own world right now, capturing moments in the center they’d deem relevant— quietly scolding themself whenever an opportunity for a shot is missed. Sure, considering the level of calamity surrounding them presently, some people’s priorities are far from Cressida’s filmmaking, but that doesn’t make people obstructing the camera any less tiresome. “You’re in my shot,” she huffs, eyes rolling in irritation. “And not in a way that’s flattering for either of us.” After all, it was far from her saboteur’s angle and made her camerawork look shitty.

#› 🪸 〝 keziah reif : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› 🪸 〝 keziah & cressida : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 the sabotage : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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#› ✨ 〝 savannah bentley : 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 .

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percy  was  glad  he’d  been  somewhat  alone  to  celebrate  the  delay  of  the  games  .  time  was  bought  ,  rightfully  so  ,  and  whatever  was  happening  behind  the  scenes  had  been  working  .  there  was  a  buzz  somewhere  deep  within  his  stomach  ,  a  small  flash  of  hope  that’d  been  present  ever  since  his  first  involvement  with  the  rebellion  .  this  was  where  things  mattered  .  all  his  sponsorships  and  friendships  with  any  capitolite  or  mentor  before  were  finally  about  to  pay  off  .  the  veil  was  about  to  be  torn  down  so  that  he  could  become  increasingly  more  active  in  the  rebellion  itself  .  he  wouldn’t  have  to  pretend  to  laugh  at  the  morbid  jokes  ,  to  let  all  the  tragedy  fly  right  over  his  head  in  public  while  breaking  down  behind  closed  doors  .

was  that  a  good  thing  for  him  ?  years  spent  in  the  capitol  made  him  feel  like  this  was  who  he  was  now  ,  sense  of  self  vastly  different  than  the  man  that  left  thirteen  .  morals  and  values  were  still  the  same  ,  but  something  was  different  .  he  couldn’t  pretend  to  be  someone  for  years  and  not  have  it  impact  him  in  some  kind  of  way  .  still  ,  percy  had  a  long  time  before  he  could  even  think  about  that  type  of  freedom  .  mental  cages  were  the  only  ones  holding  him  back  ,  shattered  empathy  for  fellow  capitolites  consistently  being  built  back  up  out  of  the  goodness  of  his  heart  .  

he  was  wandering  around  the  lobby  ,  dressed  to  the  nines  (  as  they  all  would  have  been  )  ,  until  somebody  pulled  him  out  of  such  a  trance  .  literally  .  the  pull  makes  his  head  turn  ,  percy’s  brows  pulling  together  in  that  moment  as  the  question  fell  from  her  lips  .  “  no  idea  .   ”   feigned  solidarity  breeds  some  kind  of  comfort  ,  doesn’t  it  ?  that’s  what  people  needed  .  and  when  fashion  breaches  their  conversation  ,  percy  has  to  take  it  upon  himself  to  look  down  at  the  suit  he’d  forced  himself  into  that  morning  .  it  felt  wrong  ,  but  it  was  necessary  ,  as  always  .  “   celestia  ,  all  you  need  is  to  get  yourself  a  jacket  and  it’ll  be  a  brand  new  outfit  .  it’s  a  trick  of  the  eye  ,  swear  on  it  .  and  i  wouldn’t  snitch  .  ”

ᴡʜᴏ: CELESTIA DOLITTLE & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: TRIBUTE TOWER, LOBBY ᴡʜᴇɴ: DAY OF THE (FAILED) LAUNCH

Celestia was not having a good day. Her first thought upon noticing that the elevators weren't working this morning was that she had somehow messed up, which would have been very embarrassing. Once it became clear that the faulty technology actually had nothing to do with her ( yay! ) her second thought was that this delay would be kind of annoying for her. For one thing, she'd already picked out her outfit for the launch party she was attending tonight ( a very flattering hot pink slip dress and matching kitten heels, of course ). For another, this meant that she wouldn't be off the hook from the responsibilities that came with her job for another couple of days at least.

Usually the launch was the end of things for Celestia ( unless her tributes won... which had never actually happened, but maybe soon! ). She would take her tributes down to the basement, bid them farewell, and wait for them to die. She never really watched the games ( they were a tad too boring for her taste – ninety-five percent of the time nothing happened, and the other five percent was a little too gory ), so she would generally be informed that they'd died while she was out at some sort of games-adjacent party. She mourned, of course – sometimes even for a week – and always thought of something nice to say when she wrote home to the tributes' families, but the launch generally marked the end of her active involvement.

Truthfully, Celestia was a little confused as to what she was supposed to be doing now. She'd already done all of her little tasks before the games were supposed to start, and the parties she was supposed to be at right now had been postponed. Instead, she finds herself in the lobby of the tribute centre in her party outfit, sipping on a matching pink cocktail and waiting for somebody to tell her what she was supposed to be doing next. Thankfully, she spots a vaguely familiar face walking by and shuffles over to grab them by the arm. "So... like, do you know what we're supposed to be doing right now? Because usually someone, like, tells me what I'm supposed to be doing. And are we going to get new outfits for when they re-do the launch, because I feel like my one has been spoiled and I really hate repeating outfits, you know?"

#› 📁 〝 perseus trulor : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› 📁 〝 perseus & celestia : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 the sabotage : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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MADELYN CLINE for Who What Wear

ph. Jonny Marlow

#› ✨ 〝 savannah bentley : 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . #idk if i've rb'd already but . #this is so important 2 me n sav's nature .

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savannah  would  never  allow  glitter  to  walk  away  emotionally  scathed  in  such  a  way  that  it  showed  on  her  face  .  for  a  living  ,  the  blonde  made  people  look  like  something  they  were  not  ,  sometimes  for  the  better  and  sometimes  for  the  worse  .  but  she’d  never  jeopardize  her  friends  when  they  were  in  need  of  her  help  .    “   well  ,  all  this  is  almost  over  .  you  can  nap  for  however  long  you  need  soon  .   ”    she  didn’t  know  how  true  her  words  were  ,  but  she  believed  in  them  herself  .  that  was  enough  for  savannah  to  pretend  she  was  good  at  giving  plausible  advice  .    “   your  face  is  beautiful  ,  glitter  .  not  to  be  arrogant  ,  but  i  feel  like  i  did  a  great  job  .  didn’t  need  much  fixing  to  begin  with  .   ”

glitter knew how to hold still, to be made up, to paint her face so no one could see the hurt and anger that simmered just beneath her skin. she didn't care what she looked like right now though, she simply assumed savannah had done a great job, why think otherwise? glitter didn't want to repeat anything, and she was a tiny bit surprised that savannah hadn't heard any of it. but they all had their own shit going on, and today sucked for everybody. "some of it i already forgot, some of it i'll never forget. it doesn't matter, i just need a three day nap but --- i'll be fine. is my face okay?" she just wanted to change the subject now and dwell on every word dae had said to her in peace.

#dissensiio #› ✨ 〝 savannah bentley : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› ✨ 〝 savannah & glitter : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 post tribute interviews : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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kez  doesn’t  recognize  the  feeling  that  comes  after  finch’s  initial  response  .  she  doesn’t  know  if  she’s  angry  or  ashamed  ,  both  of  which  seemed  liked  completely  valid  reactions  .  keziah  was  smart  ,  didn’t  appreciate  being  patronized  .  compared  to  a  lot  of  the  other  victors  ,  she’d  been  fairly  absent  throughout  the  entirety  of  the  games  during  this  particular  year  .  in  the  beginning  ,  it  was  because  she  still  hadn’t  processed  her  own  games  .  she  didn’t  think  she  ever  would  .  but  recently  ?  they  were  lucky  if  she  left  her  bed  for  more  than  five  minutes  .   “   of  course  i  have  ,  finch  .  i’m  not  completely  blind  .  ”   the  difference  was  that  there  was  nobody  telling  her  what  was  actually  happening  .  all  keziah  knows  is  that  her  mother  died  and  it  was  because  she  was  trying  to  protect  her  daughter  .  the  only  person  that  knew  anything  in  her  life  ,  was  the  one  person  she  couldn’t  talk  to  anymore  .

“  it’s  not  like  anyone’s  really  telling  me  anything  ,  okay  ?  nobody’s  said  a  word  to  me  .  ”  she’d  been  trying  to  piece  things  together  without  giving  too  much  away  .  but  there  was  nobody  else  in  the  room  now  and  this  might  have  been  her  one  chance  to  find  something  out  .  “   what  ,  so  it’s  not  working  ?  is  that  why  everybody’s  being  so  weird  ?   ”

finch finds the nearest thing to lean against -- which happens to be a random desk adjacent from the chair kez sits in. they fold their arms across their chest, legs stretched out and crossed in front of them while the desk supports their weight. they'd be perfectly fine with the silence -- eyes closed and focusing on breathing through their nose, deep breaths to steady them. it's a natural thing for them now, something they'd picked up from the various doctors the capitol had forced them through seeing after their victory tour -- they weren't coping how they wanted finch to, so they took matters into their own hands. typical. when keziah speaks up again, finch had almost forgotten about her presence entirely -- and then she asks about the one thing finch could not want to talk about less.

they did this to themself, really -- finch and their loud mouth, mentioning the rebellion in such an over way, they know will get them in trouble from both sides. they sigh again, a heavy and exhausted exhale through their nostrils before they open their eyes and look over at her. this feels shockingly similar to a conversation they'd had with katniss everdeen just days ago. "do i really need to spell it out?" they ask exasperatedly, but there's no bite to their tone. isn't it obvious? "you haven't- noticed anything weird happening the last week? things that seem too close together to be a coincidence?" they already spoke of the rebellion in front of the country -- what's stopping them from talking about it here? they can't help but scoff though, a curt shake of their head as their gaze drops down to their crossed legs. "not that it's doing any fucking good."

#› 🪸 〝 keziah reif : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› 🪸 〝 keziah & finch : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 post tribute interviews : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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gaze  hardens  at  art’s  rebuttal  ,  single  glance  enough  to  show  the  blonde’s  disapproval  .  she  feared  for  both  of  them  ,  knowing  the  dangers  that  came  with  threatening  the  capitol  in  any  form  .  it  could  be  berries  ,  it  could  be  a  sword  that  was  only  a  prop  …  something  told  savannah  that  snow  had  a  low  tolerance  for  anything  that  even  hinted  at  rebellion  or  anger  .  it  made  for  good  television  ,  but  that  didn’t  meant  it  was  a  show  he  approved  of  behind  the  scenes  .

the  apology  grounds  savannah  ,  flips  a  switch  in  her  head  that  only  induces  further  panic  .  “   oh  my  god  .  ”   blonde’s  words  are  quiet  now  ,  selfish  nature  now  stepping  into  the  spotlight  and  into  the  forefront  of  her  mind  as  she  realizes  how  inconsiderate  she’d  been  .  her  angle  was  flawed  ,  coming  from  a  place  that  was  covered  in  the  realization  that  she  might  have  been  in  danger  .  but  she  hadn’t  even  thought  about  (  or  dealt  with  )  the  fact  that  artemis  had  to  go  back  into  the  arena  when  they’d  already  been  there  once  before  .  “   i’m  sorry  .  ”   her  anger  was  misplaced  ,  realization  of  how  close  to  that  arena  they’d  been  now  consuming  her  with  a  surplus  of  guilt  .  “  no ,  you’re  . . .  ”   allowed  to  be  mad  ?  surely  ,  she  didn’t  need  to  say  that  .  but  now  she  just  felt  awful  for  dismissing  the  why  behind  artemis’  actions  .  “   i'm sorry .  ”

artemis follows her with a sign, happy to be somewhere out of the mass crowd of bodies. as a victor she had become used to being around a lot of people long ago but that didn't mean it was an enjoyable experience. every time they were around big crowds, especially of capitolites, they felt rather like a mannequin on display for them to all look at and poke.

"i hardly threatened him." artemis scofs. what had happened on that stage was childs play, a small show that they weren't to be messed with. if they'd wanted to threaten caesar they would have found a way to smuggle a real sword onto the stage and would have pointed it directly where his heart should have been. "i've done worse than that to the capitol." she'd also had significantly worse done to her in return but mentioning that wasn't going to help. if anything mentioning how the capitol had killed her parents in retaliation for her disobedience was only going to make her panic more. the last thing she wanted was for the same fate to fall on the blonde's head. "i wasn't exactly thinking okay, i was angry. i shouldn't have to go back in there again. i'm sorry i should have thought."

#exitio #› ✨ 〝 savannah bentley : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› ✨ 〝 savannah & artemis : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 post tribute interviews : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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percy  had  the  tendency  to  pride  himself  on  being  professional  while  also  having  a  good  time  .  it’d  been  significantly  harder  these  past  few  weeks  .  it’s  like  everything  they’d  been  working  towards  was  about  to  spiral  out  of  control  in  the  best  way  possible  .  it  gave  him  a  second  to  be  normal  behind  closed  doors  ,  to  know  that  something  big  was  coming  soon  and  there  was  no  way  to  stop  it  .

it’s  alo  that  flipped  the  switch  .  percy’s  at  the  other’s  beck  and  call  ,  no  questions  asked  ,  and  no  matter  who  it  put  in  danger  .  realistically  ,  neither  of  them  were  safe  when  it  came  to  sneaking  around  .  percy  risked  his  image’s  deterioration  ,  the  inevitable  fall  from  grace  that  would  come  sooner  rather  than  later  .  repercussions  were  usually  calculated  ahead  of  time  ,  but  not  with  alo  .  it  was  impulsive  (  call  it  natural  instinct  )  ,  but  it  was  so  vital  to  his  routine  .  the  morning’s  panic  unsettled  him  ,  that  was  for  sure  ,  but  he  was  conditioned  to  react  normally  to  these  situations  .  the  dramatics  he’d  injected  into  every  conversation  with  another  capitole  ,  feigned  disappointment  and  confusion  . . .  all  of  it  was  part  of  the  act  .  an  act  that  falters  for  only  a  brief  second  as  soon  as  he  exits  the  elevator  and  meets  alo’s  gaze  from  across  the  room  .  the  falter  isn’t  anything  of  note  ,  simply  a  brief  narrow  of  his  eyes  towards  the  other  before  he  trailed  after  him  .  percy  could  recognize  panic  when  he  saw  it  ,  and  alo  was  the  one  person  he  actually  cared  to  go  after  when  it  came  to  such  an  observation  .  

there’s  a  glimpse  caught  down  the  hallway  of  alo  ducking  into  another  room  ,  his  own  head  turning  to  make  sure  nobody  had  followed  them  before  he  followed  suit  .  door  was  closed  slowly  ,  silently  ,  as  percy  kept  his  attention  on  alo’s  reaction  instead  .    “   alo  .   ”    things  were  going  as  they  needed  to  and  he  so  badly  wanted  to  provide  some  kind  of  solid  reassurance  to  them  without  completely  butchering  their  entire  plan  of  secrecy  .  what  happened  behind  the  scenes  had  happened  behind  two  completely  different  doors  .  percy  intended  on  keeping  them  separated  ,  regardless  of  what  was  happening  .  an  advance  forward  is  made  only  when  alo  spirals  and  percy’s  hands  lift  to  meet  the  others  shoulders  .  an  attempt  at  trying  to  ground  him  .    “   it’s  fine  ,  okay  ?  i’m  sure  the  doors  will  be  open  soon  .  just  relax  .  you’re  gonna  be  fine  .   ”    and  if  that  were  the  last  promise  he’d  ever  make  ,  it  was  one  he  intended  to  keep  .    “   we’re  gonna  be  fine  .  give  it  a  few  hours  .   ”

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it was fine, more than fine, until it wasn't. he tried to just -- walk out of the doors, until he couldn't. really, how could he manage to get himself locked inside the tribute center? he hadn't meant to stay -- it was all chance, really. one word from him and alo was putty, no resolve in his backbone though there never truly was anyway, a pattern that has gotten more and more frequent despite it being stupid and dangerous and alo was smarter than this, truly, he was, but -- but. it seemed that every single racing thought shut off the moment he stepped closer to alo, from a crowd of voices to radio silence within seconds.

it happened like it normally happened -- alo, freaking out about the interviews, the Mockingjay symbol, the outcries of the crowd, and percy -- steady, even, the calming presence that silenced it with nothing more than a few words. it's dangerous, someone having that sort of power over someone else -- especially aloysius, of all people. he turns around after giving the doors to the tribute center a few pulls, the doors rattling against his grip, and turns around to take in the scene before him, to try and understand. peacekeepers everywhere, tributes that should be in the arena, lounging around like it was no big deal. what the fuck?

an instant of nerves shoots through him -- are they trapped in here? is he trapped in here? oh no. oh no -- this could not possibly get worse. it suddenly feels suffocating, and he's three seconds away from pretending to faint until it feels like he might actually faint because of course -- of course -- percy comes striding through the elevator doors at that precise moment. alo catches his eye for about three seconds before he's ducking away, praying that he hadn't seen him, because he did not want to still be lurking around by the time percy came down. he isn't sure where he's going, just that it's a long hallway and he doesn't know where it ends -- he can only pray it was somewhere private, a balcony, a window, at least. alo finds a door and opens it, he starts looking for an open window now, maybe one he can climb out of, when the door behind him opens. he turns around and knows who it is just by their gait, but acts surprised nonetheless. he smiles a bit, small, tries to act like it's fine, but he shakes his head almost immediately because there is no way he can pretend he is fine. "the doors are locked," he says immediately, all his words coming out in one large breath, as if he's been holding in a secret for too long. "i -- i tried to leave. i tried. but it -- yeah, they're locked. the tributes are still here. what. is going on?" he asks, as if percy would know.

#› 📁 〝 perseus trulor : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› 📁 〝 perseus & alo : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 the sabotage : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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Mike Faist and Lucas Hedges in Soho Place's Brokeback Mountain

#› 📁 〝 perseus trulor : 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . #AND WHEN I CRY THEN WHAT . #ignore .. the cowboyification of percy .

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before  the  events  of  these  games  even  started  ,  kez  was  convinced  they’d  be  the  last  ones  she’d  be  able  to  mentor  for  .  she  didn’t  know  how  much  of  it  she  could  take  after  her  games  ,  after  seeing  the  same  outcomes  year  after  year  .  it  didn’t  matter  where  a  victor  came  from  . . .  people  were  dying  .  families  were  being  torn  apart  .  nothing  made  sense  .  even  after  winning  ,  it  didn’t  feel  much  like  a  victory  .

“   yeah  ,  it’s  a  lot  .   ”    agreement  comes  easily  ,  nod  following  shortly  after  as  kez  let  out  a  quiet  sigh  .  annie  was  one  of  her  favorites  ,  even  before  her  own  games  .  she  held  so  much  admiration  for  the  victor  ,  even  with  all  the  rumors  and  stories  that  ran  wild  about  her  .  and  kez  felt  like  it  was  nice  to  have  a  genuine  friend  in  all  of  this  .    “   fine  .   ”    a  lie  ,  blatantly  so  ,  but  keziah  still  offers  a  brief  smile  in  return  for  the  question  .  this  entire  situation  gave  her  an  awful  ache  in  her  stomach  ,  mind  spiraling  towards  the  worst  of  outcomes  for  all  of  them  .  the  worst  had  already  happened  to  her  ,  but  this  was  so  much  bigger  than  her  own  problems  .    “   it  feels  good  to  be  with  people  ,  y’know  ?  not  . . .  locked  in  my  room  all  day  .   ”    before  then  ,  she  wasn’t  sure  she’d  ever  leave  her  bed  again  ,  but  here  she  was  ! 

Annie had a certain soft spot for the District 4 team. She was never truly a mentor to the victors, never forced into that role by the Capitol, but she still felt responsible for their wellbeing. She knew it was a habit developed from motherhood--- the desire to protect the younger victors and tributes from the horrors she went through after her games. That desire only increased after news of Keziah's mother reached her ears, and as the girl settled next to her, Annie couldn't help but look at her with the fondness of something akin to family.

At the girl's question, Annie let out a gentle sigh. ❝Honestly? I'm exhausted. I think my social battery drained a few days ago. I forgot how tedious Capitol events can be.❞ Annie didn't often frequent the Capitol, so the number of events she was forced to attend was overwhelming to her. She would've much rather remain behind and wait for the team to wander back up to the apartments, but with Caesar's request for an interview from her, she was forced to attend yet another event. ❝What about you? How are you holding up?❞ She asked, worried about the girl's mental well-being after the events she went through at the ball.

#damagedflames #› 🪸 〝 keziah reif : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› 🪸 〝 keziah & annie : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 post tribute interviews : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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years  were  spent  studying  the  capitol  .  every  inch  of  it  was  discovered  land  ,  intel  etched  into  his  brain  in  a  way  that  made  it  impossible  to  forget  .  he  knew  everything  he  could  possibly  be  able  to  know  without  actually  being  inside  snow’s  head  ,  and  even  then  ,  there  was  still  so  much  they  had  yet  to  learn  about  the  place  .  about  how  things  worked  .    “   yeah  ,  i  think  i’m  already  well  past  that  .   ”    it  was  a  joke  ,  of  course  ,  even  with  the  absence  of  a  smile  on  his  features  .  percy  felt  more  relaxed  with  ares  by  his  side  now  ,  like  things  were  just  fine  and  they  could  move  on  from  whatever  hell  they  were  previously  experiencing  .

the  thought  of  home  was  comforting  to  him  ,  which  might  have  seemed  weird  to  a  lot  of  other  people  .  percy  liked  being  underground  ,  liked  the  comfort  that  came  with  it  .  it  was  a  feeling  he  seemed  to  forget  as  of  recently  ,  being  an  entirely  different  personality  in  the  capitol  than  he  would  be  back  in  thirteen  .    “   personally  ,  i  can’t  wait  .  it  seems  like  forever  since  we’ve  been  home  .  even  then  ,  it’ll  be  completely  different  when  we  go  back  .  different  circumstances  than  before  .  more  at  stake  ,  i  guess.   ”

It felt like Ares had been based in the Capitol for a month rather than the past five years. He could still remember when he received his assignment. His mother had urged him to lead his squadron through the missions, to act as their guiding star as they got closer to achieving their goals. He didn't have the heart to tell her that his team didn't need him to hold their hands--- they were more than capable of handling the mission without his interference.

But that didn't stop him from checking in on his teammates when he sensed a shift in their behavior. He laid eyes on most of the squadron, but when he noticed Percy's absence, his jaw tightened. The man was his other half, the true leader of their team, and he needed to make sure he didn't get put into danger. When he finally spotted him outside, Ares let his body relax slightly as he settled beside him. ❝You'll drive yourself insane trying to make sense of the Capitol.❞ He teased, knees pulling toward his chest as he watched his teammate, ❝It's crazy to think we'll be headed home soon.❞ He mused, thinking about the underground district they grew up in. ❝Just a couple more assignments and things may change forever.❞

#damagedflames #› 📁 〝 perseus trulor : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› 📁 〝 perseus & ares : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 post tribute interviews : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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tribute center , main lounge / savannah + @rebellicnrising !

“  what  a  shame  !  ”  dramatic  exclamation  comes  as  she  exits  the  elevator  ,  arms  lifting  in  feigned  exasperation  as  savannah  nearly  falls  into  the  nearest  chair  in  the  lounge  .  the  blonde  huffs  ,  one  arm  lifting  to  rest  on  the  arm  of  the  chair  as  her  head  shakes  .  “  delayed  ,  for  the  very  first  time  .  ”  tone  borders  devastation  ,  teeth  barely  grazing  tips  of  her  nails  as  nerves  began  to  take  over  .  she  didn’t  think  the  day  would  come  ,  but  it  also  didn’t  feel  real  .  “   can  you  believe  that  ?  ”  she’s  talking  to  no  one  in  particular  ,  just  to  the  room  .  to  anyone  who  would  listen  .  but  she  needs  conversation  to  stay  sane  enough  to  last  through  the  day  .  her  dramatics  are  fake  ,  but  the  nerves  seemed  real  as  ever  .

#rebellicnrising #› ✨ 〝 savannah bentley : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› ⏳ 〝 the sabotage : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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and you don't want to know me, I will just let you down...

#› 🪸 〝 keziah reif : 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 . #that part .

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not  sure  .  well  ,  that  was  a  fantastic  start  .  percy  didn’t  know  anything  about  technology  except  for  the  bare  minimum  .  he  knew  what  he  needed  to  know  and  what  others  told  him  was  important  ,  but  he  also  didn’t  want  the  knowledge  buried  somewhere  deep  in  his  mind  because  there  was  a  chance  it’d  slip  out  in  a  conversation  that  it  didn’t  need  to  .  he’d  portrayed  himself  to  be  somewhat  of  an  airhead  in  the  capitol  ,  a  person  who’s  barely  present  at  times  and  keeps  thinking  out  of  the  box  far  from  the  forefront  of  his  mind  .  he  was  a  man  of  the  people  there  ,  not  of  the  brains  .

something  about  violet  admitting  that  there  was  still  the  unknown  to  be  dealt  with  in  this  situation  is  unsettling  at  best  .  percy  nods  along  to  her  answer  ,  shows  interest  in  the  conversation  because  ,  quite  frankly  ,  the  rebellion  is  the  only  thing  he’d  been  itching  to  talk  about  all  night  .  there  was  a  time  and  place  for  it  .  “   i  haven’t  .  i  don’t  know  if  it’s  communications  that  are  down  or  if  people  just  don’t  know  what  to  say  .  ”  words  are  spoken  with  full  confidence  that  nobody  compromising  was  in  the  room  with  them  .  he’d  made  sure  of  that  much  .  “  if  something  was  gonna  happen  ,  it  would  have  happened  down  in  that  lounge  ,  though  .  that’s  the  only  part  that’s  comforting  in  all  this  .  ”

violet finds herself exhausted, half laying down on a plush chaise in a quiet lounge until she's joined by a familiar face and does her best to perk up just a little. she has always found that giving people her full attention was sort of a love language, people needed to know she was there, she was listening, she was engaged. the question wasn't entirely unexpected but she wasn't sure if her answer would be satisftying. "honestly, i'm not sure." she mentioned this to one other person tonight, a capitolite, and was already regretting the assumed slip. she couldn't trust the capitol, she knew that but she had a habit of giving most people the benefit of the doubt.

"i was working one one of them and none of my fixes made a difference, which was really weird. the wiring was fine and i'm pretty sure there was an unbroken power supply line. i don't know percy, it feels off." she didn't always express herself well, yes she was outgoing, social, even bubbly despite everything but it wasn't often she displayed fear, and especially uncertainty in her skills as an electrician. "have you heard anything?"

#dissensiio #› 📁 〝 perseus trulor : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› 📁 〝 perseus & violet : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 post tribute interviews : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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percy  knew  dissociation  when  he  saw  it  .  he  knew  what  times  like  these  could  do  to  even  the  most  apathetic  of  people  ,  so  this  was  one  of  the  few  times  he’d  been  kind  enough  to  allow  jett  the  room  he  needed  to  process  whatever  the  hell  happened  back  there  .  things  were  good  for  the  rebels  at  the  moment  .  the  job  they  needed  to  get  done  was  just  that  :  done  .  and  it  gave  them  more  to  work  with  now  .  that  much  he  could  be  grateful  for  .  “   jett  ,  i  need  you  to  tell  me  EXACTLY what  happened  .  ”  patience  was  a  strong  point  of  percy’s  ,  tone  even  and  low  as  he  took  a  seat  in  front  of  the  other  .  trust  was  earned  ,  but  times  were  dire  .

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exhaustion swept over every ounce of jett's being like a wave. consuming everything he was. after a long day of collecting weapons, moving them around the capitol, sneaking around to avoid detection only to be caught away and have a gun pointed to their head... it was all a bit much. it didn't help that his entire body hurt and his head was pounding continuously. flashes of memory played in his vision on a loop; the gun to his head, the sound of the shot, being hit in the head, being electrocuted. he felt every sensation as through it were happening all over again. a voice pulled him out of his thoughts with a flinch. "huh? sorry, what was that i must have been daydreaming again."

#› 📁 〝 perseus trulor : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 . #› 📁 〝 perseus & jett : 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 . #› ⏳ 〝 the sabotage : 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 .

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#› ✨ 〝 savannah bentley : 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . #yeah .