#c:jupiter

[poppy-battenberg]

@j-thegiant​

The sun was already starting to dip. The desert sand was giving off a heat that tangled with the heat radiating off her own body. She reached her left hand up, touched gingerly at her right bicep, and cringed. She kept walking. She wanted to run. She wanted to tear her bones out from her body and find her old self, where the cruelest thing ever done to her was treated promptly. She wanted to hear two more cannons before she reached the edge of the arena again.

The canteen over her shoulder bounced against her hip, sloshing and splashing around. Her footsteps seemed to fall in rhythm with it. Squish, swish, squish, swish. Until she saw the fence on the horizon again. Until she saw another figure, that blended in the haze, just like Carol had. Her heart leapt into her throat when she got close enough to see more. The hair, the height - he looked like her brother. Her baby brother, who wasn’t really a baby anymore. Who was far smarter than his big sister. Who was watching his big sister drag her feet through a desert, after leaving someone to die once again. 

If she ran, the only place she would run back to was the city. If she ran now, she would just keep running until she died or she won. She didn’t know which one she was more ready for. So she kept walking, and waited to be seen. 

[lucent-luca]

who: @ofjupiters​ when: post unhinged speech. november 26th. where: the grand hall.

“There she is. The devil incarnate herself,” Luca announced in a low tone, speaking behind his champagne glass. He glanced to Jupiter, wondering if they could smell Elena’s bullshit from this far like he could. He’d resorted to asking his friend for help with some sort of distraction from his family, but she had a persistent curiosity, so much so he had little to no choice but to explain why he was avoiding his family. “It’d be a helluva lot smoother of a weekend if I just kept my distance. Kept my cool.”

[marcelloderosa]

who: @ofjupiters when: chateau ball. where: vineyards.

After the fiasco last night, Emiliano made it a point to insert himself in the gossip of the Luxor campus. He held a glass poured nearly to the rim with an overpriced wine, one that he would likely down within the next fifteen minutes. He saw a familiar face amongst the crowd, though he couldn’t readily recall the name of the brunette he was staring at. Still, he approached her, a haughty smirk on his lips like he frequently made her swoon. “Just as beautiful as the first time I saw you,” Emiliano mused and took a lengthy sip from his glass.

[elctras]

"Long fucking vacay." she muttered, before arching her eyebrow, "Probably, but hey I already mastered the drunk and high part, I wouldn't want to be an overachiever." she replied, never having made a secret of the fact she fell well and truly into that category. She didn't exactly hide nor try to curb her drinking, "But your faith in me is overwhelming, truly." she deadpanned.

Jupiter hummed as he heard the woman’s words. “I wouldn’t say lacking…More like on a vacay.” Jupiter joked with a shrug of his shoulders. Jupiter let out a small snort before he shook his head. “Are you kidding? It seems like half of these mentors have perfected doing their jobs while high or drunk. I’m sure you could find a way to make it work.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders and a chuckle.

[elctras]

She rolled her eyes a little, not lifting her gaze from her sketchbook as her pencil moved idly across the blank page. She wasn't drawing anything in particular, her movements a muscle memory as she sketched something from home rather than as a result of her studying anything with a desire to replicate it on paper. "Who else would I be going for?" she muttered, slouching further into the couch. Of course, it was ironic since her first choice for Victor would be the actual victor back in the arena, but she couldn't be seen openly supporting Sawyer over her tributes despite her friendship with the Victor from Six.

“There’s definitely quite a bit of talent in the arena this time.” Jupiter’s voice was almost monotone as he said this, an automatic message of sorts as he frowned. The sound of approaching feet had him peeking over his shoulder and quirking a eyebrow at the other person. “Who are you rooting for these games?” He asked curiously, the redhead turning to give the other person all of his attention. 

[marcelloderosa]

ofjupiters​:

Jupiter was a bit busy getting their dress out from under their heels without spilling the alcohol in the glass they were holding, no matter how many of these events they went to, no matter how much they spend on a dress, they still felt so out of place. It wasn’t until they heard a voice that she was able to finally get her dress unstuck and her heart kind of jumped at the idea that the voice matched someone that paid her. But when she looked up to meet soft eyes, she relaxed, “oh yeah, bet that show of me trying not to eat shit was real attractive.”

Looking at Jupiter, Emiliano wondered how much he’d drunk to approach a girl like this the first time around. From what he could tell in his current state of sobriety, they were messy. Still, a warm bed was a warm bed and he wouldn’t be here long enough to reap the consequences of being associated to the brunette. “You were in your natural prime,” Emiliano cooed, a tight smirk on his lips as he took in Jupiter’s dress. “I can’t think of a better sight that that.”