#c:greer

[albuspvtter]

Albus wasn’t one to hang around a busy store, but the holidays were right around the corner and he hadn’t bought a single thing. Once he had fought his way into the busy book store and managed to find something of one of his cousin’s, he leaned on the wall outside to have a smoke. He couldn’t stop his gaze from people watching as he exhaled smoke. He almost choked when he saw a familiar brown head of hair he hadn’t seen in a long time walking down the path. “Greer,” he greeted instinctively. “Er,” he didn’t think this far. “Hey,” he finished lamely.

[emilyturner]

Closed Starter - @greermarch​ Location: MCC

If it weren’t for Emily’s love of reading and books, she may have never been able to leave Queens and be as successful as she was today. Books were an escape from her toxic family and a way she figured out what type of life she wanted to live. While she had spent most of her time reading economic and business books in public, inside the comfort of her dorm, her nose deep on her phone reading short stories of a writer named Greer March.

As the years passed, Emily followed Greer’s stories and success, being one of her loyal fans. Every story Greer wrote and released spoke to Emily in a way that she felt seen. Most of the characters that were portrayed in Greer’s books, mimicked the lives of those he was around. Through that, it felt like Greer herself was part of Emily’s life. So when Emily heard that Greer was going to be talking about one of her books at an MCC book signing, Emily considered it a sign to finally meet and pick the brain of one of her favorite writers.

Emily purposely arrived late at the book signing event, making sure that she was the very last person in line. She figured it would give her more time to speak to the writer and pick her brain about the characters the woman illustrates so well in her writing. When it was finally Emily’s turn to get her book signed, she introduces herself, reaching out a hand. “Hi, I’ve been a fan of your work for a while now. I’m Emily Turner.” She paused, shaking the other’s hand. “You probably get this question a lot, but where do you get the inspiration for your characters?” @greermarch​

[elctras]

"No, you can't." she was different, her mentor had tried to discuss with her a strategy but the then child Electra had promptly forgotten any plan beyond run once in there. She briefly glanced toward Greer at her question, contemplating what answer she could give. She never knew whether what she was saying was right (no, you're terrible and Three is better off without you, the voice in her head immediately retorted with), should she give the same answer she gave sponsors? He's fucking smart and wants to make us immortal but not really but could you imagine? Could she trust Greer? No, the voice whispered in her head, but who could she trust? Link, yes. Anyone else? She had no idea anymore. "He's very smart. Basically what people think when they think of Three, like Link." not like her, the antithesis of everything Three was known for. "It'll serve him well for strategy."

"I don't believe you can talk a tribute outta anythin'," Greer admitted honestly. "I'm not even sure it's worth tryin' most of the time." Sure, tributes could be talked into things if they were actually looking for direction. But any tribute who had some idea of who they were going to be in the arena usually tried to stick to it no matter how little sense it ever made. "Nope," she answered, popping the 'p' sound with a little shake of her head. Prior to launch she probably wouldn't have been so forthcoming, but it was what it was now. "He's alive though, and that's more than I can say for a lotta other tributes." Hell, even the careers were already dying or in-fighting. "What about your other one? Think he's got a chance?"

[hisfirstlieutenant]

@greernotdear

     This was not how her day was supposed to go.

     Bellatrix had woken up at precisely six in the morning. She’d had breakfast - her usual fruit cup with a side of egg whites. She had taken a shower, dressed herself elegantly, and had attended her first class as usual.

     Perhaps that was just it; the monotony of predictability had caused her bored brain to misstep until she found herself skipping afternoon Herbology in favor of smoking a cigarette on the Quidditch bleachers, crying. 

     Bellatrix never cried.

     But she was crying now. 

     Bellatrix did not smoke.

     But she was smoking now.

     And her eye! Oh, how awful that twitching had become; like a minor irritation that grows steadily worse until it is positively maddening, her eye had begun twitching one week ago. Now, like clockwork, there it went again. Every hour on the hour for fifteen minutes, on and off, did it twitch. 

     She released a sob. She could not stand it anymore.

[al-evanmulciber-blog]

;;Game on Nott

@greernotdear

Evan’s mood had turned for the worse. After this last fight with Alice, unhinged was putting it mildly. He had written Greer to meet him at this new years party with every intention of causing mayhem. Settling into a chair in the corner, he watched the others closely with sparked vindication. The sneer of hatred painted across his lips wanting to just massacre a large hunk of the party in front of him. Avada all these traitors and mudbloods. He could sit here in their blood and he would be forever happy.

Turning his eyes towards Greer he shakes his head. “Look at them.” He hisses the drink in his hand as he knocks it back, letting the alcohol burn down his throat. She was here and that made him furious. She who let one of his friends torture her. In the bouts of his mind he wants to torture her now. But he still feels himself unable to do it. After the drink is done for he smashes the drink on the table. “This is all fucking bullshit.”

[pandorasopenbox-blog]

@greernotdear

     It was flat on her back in the middle of the hallway that Pandora spread herself out, her dreamy eyes staring at the high ceiling to study shapes in the imperfect stone. This was a pastime she had picked up during her first year when she was but a child and it had stuck with her now, on the cusp of adulthood. If nothing else, it helped clear her mind and channel a sort of relaxing calm. 

     Her eyes were massive and filled with a blank stare as her mind emptied, unaware that students had been let out of class and were filling the halls.

[coliincorrect]

Flora: Is there a particular reason that the bathtub is on fire?

Greer: Science!!

Flora: fair enough.

[hvdscns]

He gasped, placing his thumb and forefinger over the bobbleheads ears as if to protect it from Greer's harsh words, "You'll hurt my feelings, Greer." the man replied in jest, green eyes alight with amusement. "I saw it in a shop, I was shopping for my outfit for the ball." his stylist wouldn't be pleased, but he didn't think that the woman would understand this years theme if it bit her on the ass. "I was in a vintage shop, and I saw me on the shelf. I'm vintage. A classic." like he'd thought, others would be offended, but he was amused by it. Glad he was no longer a hotly sought after commodity like the younger victors. Not that he had been, he was too quiet, to reserved for their tastes, always fading into the background. The mention of the game on the screen caused him to nod once, brow furrowing in concentration as he began to concentrate on the screen, sitting down on the couch and placing mini Hudson on the arm rest, facing the screen of course. "We have a hunter in the midst, one of the tributes or the gamemakers doing?" he commented, indicating to the tribute on the flagpole. It almost reminded him of the shop back home, hanging like a slab of meat.

Greer eyed the bobble head, watching it wiggle back and forth before settling again. "It's not cute. It's fuckin' creepy," she shook her head. Its childish, cartoon face seemed to be staring at her as much as she was staring at it. "Why do you even have that thing?" Of all the stupid memorabilia, the bobble head was probably one of the less offense ones, but she didn't understand why Hudson had one at all. "Did ya see the weird game they're settin' up for all the tributes?" She switched the subject, nodding toward the screen. Greer moved from where she'd been pouring herself a drink in the kitchen to sit on one of couches in the living room. "They've got 'em all split into teams and everythin'." There was, of course, also a tribute dangling from the flagpole. Eight must've been losing their minds about that.

[persephcncss]

"That's a shame," she replied, standing upright and adjusting her position slightly, "What are you up to?" she asked, always a little nosy when it came to the victors. She couldn't help it, having convinced herself that they led glamorous lives full of partying and glamour that she just didn't get to see on a day to day basis. "That helps ! It helps with flexibility, muscle tone, protects from injury, I could go on forever. I follow a really good instructor too, he's an instructor from One who works in the Capitol now he's very good."

"I'm good, thanks. I actually have things that I'm supposed to be doin' right now," she protested. Greer had only come to the gym to steal a bit of equipment to bring up to the tenth floor, but she wasn't about to mention that to Persephone. She picked up a resistance band and a foam roller and tucked them both under her arm. Greer's tributes had been getting increasingly sore after pushing themselves in training, and there was no way she was letting them go into the arena like that. "Can't touch my toes anyway," she added, while whatever Persephone was doing looked like a waste of time, Greer probably couldn't have managed it even if she'd wanted to.

[elctras]

The mentor of Mora caused Electra to grimace slightly, a feature she didn't try and hide before the other mentor. Had it been in front of a mentor with a tribute that was a real threat, she might've considered it, but she hadn't considered Ten at all. She doubted it would last. "She supposes. Talked her out of that." despite the fact that she'd had enough, she indicated to the bartender, who didn't even bother to ask her order before pouring her a whiskey. She didn't acknowledge him as he placed the glass in front of her, "Still went into the bloodbath though didn't she." she rolled her eyes, her thoughts on the subject obvious. "Your last one any good?" she didn't offer an apology for Greer's dead tribute, she never did. Apologies felt hollow, disingenuous. Faked.

"Course not." When Greer'd said it, it had been tongue-in-cheek. She couldn't give a shit about how anyone else in the Tower spent launch day, and she knew full well that no one was actually paying any attention to each other's distractions. "You've got the tribute who's tryin' to be a career type, right? How's that gonna go you think?" There was something almost funny about it, but she had to hand it to the girl for finding a new angle to play on.

[elctras]

She contemplated it quietly knowing that despite their best efforts, the games were truly unpredictable and once again thought to herself, what the hell was the point of it? Was this part of being the one of the 'lucky ones'? The ones who got out and got to see if they could just be one of the ones who then said they 'brought home' another lucky one? It was bullshit. The thought of camps in Three though had her shrugging, she had no clue. "Stopped going to school after my games, so no idea if there were anything remotely like it." she admitted, "Probably some bullshit coding camp." finally she shrugged, "Figured they were a Capitol thing, or One and Two as well."

"Because strong wins more often," she replied matter-of-factly. "But sometimes bein' underestimated works in your favor," Greer countered. Some of the weakest tributes pulled out a win while no one was looking. "No," Greer shook her head. "I don't even know if they exist in Ten. Or if they do then they're not for Ten's kids, I'll tell you that." Hers was probably one of the only families that could've afforded it, but her parents would've called it a frivolous waste of time either way. "Do you have them in Three?"

[elctras]

"Smart gets underestimated by strong," she mused quietly, knowing that if it applied here it could work in Nano's favor. No one had thought much of him in the lead up to training, heck even she had wondered whether it was worth him actually training. But, District Three's victors had a long line of winning through smarts, Beetee's own efforts to win still causing impact long after his death in the 75th. She didn't doubt that some of the tributes would underestimate Three, and whilst part of her hoped that they would do well, she was still conflicted. "Yeah... not going to lie, people in Three don't get out a lot." she admitted, she herself perhaps an exception, though what she got up to couldn't exactly be considered as going out and adventuring the great outdoors. "Do you know a lot about camp? Can't say I went."

"Smart's good," she offered dryly. "Not as good as strong, but better than nothin'." You didn't really have to know much about weapons or strategy to muscle your way through the arena, but if you couldn't do that, smart was as good a fall back as anything else. "Too bad it's such an outdoor arena," Greer added. Not that that was a deal breaker necessarily, but it wasn't the kind of arena she'd bet on a smart tribute. "Maybe the gamemakers'll throw him a bone and give the tributes some kind of big puzzle to solve. Ya know, for the sake of balancin' the odds and all that shit." She doubted it, but it was a possibility.

[elctras]

She never truly meant to ignore the bloodbath, but she had gone out for a drink that had turned into another, then another and before she knew it the bloodbath had passed and she had somehow still come out with two tributes still alive. She was in the one place she knew best, the bar. Greer's voice pulled her from her thoughts, "Couldn't give a fuck if they knew," she replied, perhaps not the best thing to admit to. Link however? She didn't want her to know where El was, couldn't face the risk of disappointing her co-mentor.

She almost couldn't believe it, Earl had actually survived the bloodbath mostly unscathed-- the tribute she was so sure would be one of the first to die. Greer had lost a tribute, but somehow she still had one kid alive too. That was all she needed to know for now to get as far away from the screens as she possibly could in the Capitol on launch day. Her phone was set to alert her if anything happened to Earl, so Greer found herself taking an empty seat at the bar. Of course, the games were still technically on even here, but they were easier to tune out. "Avoidin' the games too? Don't worry, I won't mention it to the powers that be."