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Beyond you. why would that matter? Beyond these walls was safety and freedom that she didn't have since she and the rest of her covey were forced into district twelve.

" someone from the capitol . . . someone that has all of this privilege but still manages to see all of the bad going on around here? shouldn't your priorities be higher than the districts? i mean, do you really believe what's going on here is bad? because let me say, that would be a first to hear from someone like you. . . sejanus maybe, . . . but we both know he isn't capitol. " her head tilts to the side as she holds his gaze. it is hard to believe that a capitol born has any feelings about the world when they had all they could need at home. "

"Yes, but beyond that Lucy Gray. Beyond here." he corrected, hand gently squeezing her left shoulder, "Beyond you." Adding with a smile as he leaned down a little closer to her, brows raising at her as he essentially was grouping her in with the beauty out here before gaze shifted towards the sky at the birds. Staring to observe the mockingjays before attention is shifted back on the curly haired brunette, staying silent ; blues traveling over her as she spoke about how every now and then could be spared for a moment of goodness rather than struggle and destruction.

The latter was the two things most he was so accustomed to, it was hard to remember that, what Lucy Gray was telling him about how there could be happy and sacred moments in life no matter the hardships it was drowning in. This was even the first time he'd experience a good moment in his lifetime, he realized. Which stirred an uncertainty in his chest ; wasn't sure whether to be wary over it or not. "Why is that?" Corio curiously questions, wondering why she finds it hard to believe about him.

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" terrible ? i wouldn't say that. the capitol . . . now, they could be but out here, in the woods where I have no responsibilities, it's pretty great, " lucy's words come out in a confident but soft tone. only for him to hear as an audience.

her eyes close as mockingjays fly above and create the most intricate and unique melody, along with her heartbeat as the drums.

" there is so much beauty that is overlooked . . . just because life sucks doesn't mean you can't make a good thing out of it every now and then. " her accent following every word and then lids open to survey the capitol born. " i find it hard to believe that someone like you would see the world in that way. "

𝐁𝐎  𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐌:  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. || accepting.

"How do you always see the world in a light such as that, Lucy Gray? The world around us is terrible." Sure, looking at it from the peaceful surroundings of the greenery and the birds singing their harmonious songs was great serenading out here in twelve as they sat in a bed of grass– but what was beyond those tall mountains? Chaos, destruction. He'd seen too much of it's destruction from the war, from the earliest of his first memories as a child to believe it to be anything short from the word she uses to label their world.

@ofcovey sent: "The  world  that's  around  us  is  pretty  amazing." ( from -> ofcovey )

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The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds And Snakes (2023) dir. Francis Lawrence

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RACHEL ZEGLER as LUCY GRAY BAIRD The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023)

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@lcveblossomed // “It was my fault. It was all my fault.” (sejanus)

" stop it right now, sejanus plinth. none of this is your fault. it is the capitol. " with a hand on each cheek of his face, lucy gray continues. " they are the real problem with this world. we're caged animals that they like to view as such and parade around until our last dying breath. and they don't even blink an eye when the children die around them. innocent children who had nothing to do with the war. " her voice comes out steady as she holds his gaze. " the capitol is at fault for every single death. we just wish to be free . . . right? that is what you wish . . . for freedom from them? "

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modern day maría and chino vibes 🤍

[ofcovey]

𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙻𝙴. she could relate to that. similar to her own words to her mentor years ago. " all of what you're saying is exactly how you should go about things. i couldn't kill someone from twelve in my games . . . " not my district. not my home. just district twelve. because her home would never be in the districts or the capitol. and she hoped that one day she could get away from all of this.

" i'm not suggesting anythin' like that . . . it'll only prolong the inevitable. it'll hurt less if you keep your distance when those canons go off. create your own safe . . . secure place and wait out or don't. fight if you want to. if that's your style. or don't. wait it out. " lucy gray feels as though she should add more. because what kind of advice is that? " back in my games there were less than twenty-four by the time we stepped foot into the arena . . . and even less seconds after they began. "

her gaze falls downward as she lets out a sigh. " and yes, i know that my words are not going to help you in the arena so . . . i don't even know why i'm sayin' 'em. " her shoulders lift in a shrug, " i guess 'm here to see if ya' got anythin' you wanna ask me? i just might have the answer . . . "

🍺 ───── he didn’t know much about lucy gray but from what he was seeing now? she had a decent enough personality. she wasn’t some wet rag that was something. she didn’t seem the sort to be filled with false hope and niceties either. or maybe that was the face she was putting on for him. he’d sought out solace because he didn’t see the point in pact with anyone, alliances were just people you delayed killing. you still had to kill them, because there was only one winner. no. one victor. no. one survivor. his head was shaking at her inquiry. “in this moment, talkin’ about how we’ll have each other’s back and it’s us ill the end, just a bunch of dumb ideas. that’s all the hunger games is it me… stupid.” although it wasn’t the word he really wanted to use at the moment.

“it ain’t that i’m against it.” he corrected as he looked upon the brunette who was meant to give him advice, mentor him to survival. in a game that was unpredictable. his jaw tightened, “and in the moment, it could mean life and death and i’ll accept it.” he offered while raising his hands with a sort of ease. “sure, but at the end of the day it’s still someone you’re gonna have to kill, and if it’s an alliance you may as well stab ‘em in the back and say thanks for the help but i don’t need ya anymore.” he shrugged. 

seemed cowardly, cold, he wasn’t that person. he would survive on skill and instinct, and whatever luck and intelligence he could muster. if that wasn’t enough he’d just be another tribute lost. another name whispered, remembered only by his parents and girlfriend for a few years, forgotten as a sacrifice to the price of war and nothing more. “just cause we’re the same district don’t make us friends, don’t make us allies, if one of us even wants to win, the other three gotta be dead. end of story. so any alliance i make is gonna be brief in the moment and nothing more.” 

he reached over and popped something, his mouth savoring the taste and the settle of his stomach before he adjusted and leaned back in the booth he was currently taking up as he sat across from his mentor now. “i’m not gonna win by stabbin’ a fellow 12 in the back, that isn’t my style.” he stressed. “so if you’re advice is to suggest we stick together, better think of somethin’ else.”

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𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙰𝙼. 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴. yet again on the train. sending children to their deaths. because there hasn't been a winner...no, not a winner, a victor---since her games. and so it is like a rehearsed piece, ready to be shown to the capitol and paraded for all to see. like a song on repeat that doesn't even sound like one anymore. that's what the games did to her. and with the quarter quell there are even less of a chance of district twelve bringing home a victor.

" are you? are you? coming to the tree? " she murmurs in a sing-song voice as she makes her way through train car after train car. all empty. three of the four tributes remain at the front of the train. allying themselves as if all could come out alive . . . but they'd turn on each other. just like the years that have passed. only one can survive after all.

one. one tribute missing. her song ends and she searches. searches for the missing male tribute. surely he didn't run off --- though she wouldn't blame him . . .but she's also witnessed what happens to those who run. they're all expendable. replacable. just like her . . . eventually . hopefully there will be a day where she doesn't have to get on this train and lie to their faces. that they could win in the games . . . no, no one wins the games. no victor ever has truly won.

and only when she finally catches sight of him in the furthest train car did she huff a sigh of relief to herself. hoping he didn't notice her worry and instead, her head held high and eyebrow raised at his tone. " secrets? and what secrets could i have? the quarter quell is foreign land t' me. just as the games are the same, honey. " her accent slips out with her words as she attempts to charm him. to ease the clear panic and fear within his eyes. " i don't believe anyone, not even a victor, could guess what those..." careful, lucy gray. "...those people in the capitol have planned. " lucy gray settles in the seat across from his and her eyes glance down at the food. never did she expect to have such a feast as she has in years past. she didn't expect a lot of what has transpired in her life. " as far as wisdom, i ain't got none of that either. charm, maybe. but i'm sure you have plenty of that. " alright, stop talking around in circles. not like he wants to talk to you anyway. " not one for alliances, haymitch? " of all of the tributes she has mentored throughout the years, this one seemed . . . different. something radiated off of him. hope, possibly? no. not that.

🍺 ───── a damn quarter quell. that was the level of his luck. double the tributes lessening the odds of his chance to be picked, when his name was already in there far more than he’d care to admit. the odds were definitely not in his favor this year. not to mention even as he stood there after his name was called the ultimate fact that lay upon district 12. in 50 years, 50 hunger games, lucy gray baird who had won the 10th hunger games. that also leads into the fact that in the 40 years since … no one had done what she managed to do. so once again, with everything weighed out … forty-eight tributes meaning he’d have to out survive forty-seven, and no winner out of 12 in forty years. the odds were definitely not in his favor.

things had changed since lucy’s time from what he knew of her which was limited. victors were properly fed, not corralled like animals. the games were more interesting of the tributes made it to the games, if they were cared for, and nourishment given. he didn’t know lucy gray from eve really, no one did and now she’d have four tributes all wanting to know the secrets of success in the arena, thing was haymitch wasn’t actually gonna beg her to tell him how to win. his odds were what they were, end of the day it didn’t much matter did it? it would take a little smarts, a little skill, and a whole lot of luck and he knew it. it was luck that may help them survive the likes of any career district. 

he stared towards one of the last meals intended for them and reached out, popping something quickly into his mouth. may as well reap the awards of dying, right? ‘thank you for your sacrifice. you deserve it for the rebellion of your parents, parents, parents.’ his eyes rolled at the thought before he finally saw her as she came towards him where he had settled himself near the back, he was not going to make friends with people he’d either have to kill or watch die. “come to tell me all your wisdom and secrets?” he asked as he picked up another grape.

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𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈 . . . and go where? it did cross her mind for half-a-second as her boots crossed where they once entered but then quickly she shoved it away. she wouldn't get far . . . and it's too early for her escape. deep down in her heart she knew that she would escape this reality, whether in the arena or if she managed to win it all, she'd head north and be free of the suffocating hold that the capitol had on a girl that wished to be free.

her hands shake at the thought of the chaos that they were both in hours before. the white coats wouldn't tell her anything. the other tributes . . . the ones alive didn't know any more than she did. and for an even harder hit to her gut, a veterinarian was sent to care for them. not a doctor. no, they were in a zoo after all. they were animals to entertain the crowd. and so she shall. until her final breath or the mockingjay sings. whichever comes first.

" they're fine . . . not that it matters. those guards let someone come in for a little, might have been a doctor. and then they were gone. just enough to make sure none of us snatched up any weapons . . . or had any injuries that would ruin the big show. " her features scrunch as she leans in closer to the bars. " there are few of us left. are they really going to go through with this? what about the arena? . . . have you heard anythin'? "

@aigonakru (Lucy Gray) starter call X

"You saved my life, and you could have ran away." He's still perplexed by it. Why bother risking her own life, when she could have gotten away? Marcus was still missing, but the others had been gunned down. Even if she hadn't run, she gained injuries for aiding him, injuries that had not been treated by an actual doctor, but by a competent veterinarian. After he had been discharged, the first place he stopped was the zoo, to check on her, bring her something to eat (thankfully, there had been food to pocket at the hospital, along with some water, but not enough. Never enough). After he offered her the food, passing it through the bars, taking the now usual seat on the other side of the bars, another favor called in by Dr. Gaul to allow him to visit and feed his tribute, he knows it isn't the time to discuss that.

"How are your hands?" Hopefully, she'll be well enough by the time the Games begin. There are other Tributes who are not so lucky - he's surprised the girl from 11 is still able to breathe after the explosions - which can only work in her favor.

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MICHELLE RODRIGUEZ as LETTY ORTIZ The Fast and The Furious (2001) dir. Rob Cohen

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HEADCANON || #OFCOVEY

the days following the hunger games, lu.cy g.ra.y doesn't sleep for several days due to her guilt and grief of killing the district 11 girl indirectly in the games. and the covey are the only ones who could finally get her to rest but only when they were all together in one room where she knew she wasn't alone.

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HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”