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fortwest​:

Fort laughed – the girl drank like a professional. He couldn’t help but wonder why; he’d never met a seasoned drinker without a reason to drink, though he wondered how well the reasons people drank in District One, where even the more impoverished had a decent home and food on the table three times a day, translated to somewhere like Nine.

He accepted the bottle from her and swigged it again, drinking it like it was water. “Gin,” he grinned. A seasoned drinker who can’t tell the difference between gin and whiskey. Jesus it must be really bad. “Or at least I think it’s gin – even in One we don’t get drinks that are quite this sparkly and colourful.”

He looked Ceres up and down appreciatively as he drank. She blew a strand of hair from her face and narrowed her eyes at the board, and he grinned cheekily at her. “So, what else did you get up to back home? Work?”

“Slavery.” Ceres quickly replied, turning to drink the boy in for a second before turning forcus back to the dartboard, and throwing for a 2. “Well, Marriage.” She explained, knowing that real slavery was something that happened out in the fields not something that happened when you were blessed with a roof and food each day.

“I worked the fields from the age of 14 and then when I turned 18 I was arranged into a marriage where his parents only wanted me around because they couldn’t afford to have Avox.” With a practiced motion she held her hand up to flash the ring that gripped her finger, always a little too tightly. “6 years of that and here I am, escaping as quickly as I can on a train to The Capitol.”

Ceres didn’t wait for a response, throwing her next dart and hitting the 2. Her face broke out into a grin as she reached an arm into the space between the pair, ready to take another swig. Fuck my limits. She thought to herself, wanting one last hangover to remember.

“What about you One, what’s your story?”

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Ceres Interview || Reaping Pt 2.

It had been a few days since The Reaping, and the distance between Ceres and The Brewer Family had been refreshing but she knew in her heart of hearts that it was only a matter of time before they would appear at the suite in the justice building, The pale complexion of Frederica’s face appeared at the window to the room with the looming shadow of Claus appearing over her shoulder. Of course James hadn’t bothered to show, he would be too scared to be around the Peacekeepers but that was his guilty streak showing through.

“My dear girl.” Frederica began as she took her first steps into the room. “How could you do this to us?”

The question knocked the wind out of Ceres’ sails, of course this was somehow her fault, like she’d somehow forced the hand of The Capitol to choose her in The Reaping. Frederica opened her mouth to continue, her finger leisurely running along the top of a book case to check for dust and grime.

“No.” Ceres demanded, not raising her voice but firm enough that the other woman took pause. “I will not be blamed for this, I will no longer suffer you or your nastiness. I don’t want you to come and visit, I don’t wanna see your face anymore and you can...”

Her sentence was cut off as she was struck by Claus Brewer who normally was the enforcement whenever Frederica wanted. For a man of his age he could still pack a punch and the hit sent Ceres careening across the small room.

A red haze descended on Ceres, the room pulsing in the corner of her eyes as all she could see was Frederica’s twisted grin and Claus looking next to her.

“Remember that we gave you everything girl.” Frederica spat. “All we asked in return was loyalty and service.”

Ceres closed the gap between them before either could react, her balled fist slamming into the nose of Claus Brewer before he could defend himself against the incoming attack. She felt his nose snap against the force of her punch and sudden satisfaction washed over her as crimson ran over his top lip.

“Get out.” She commanded.

“Quite right.” A new voice entered the conversation and the sillouette of The Capitol’s representative filled the doorway. “Out you go.”

The Brewer’s didn’t hesitate to leave as Frederica fussed over Claus’ sudden injury. The last thing that they left her with was an evil glare as they left, and that was the last that Ceres saw of the pair of them. Good riddance.

After a small explaination and a quick set up for the cameras, Ceres was ready for the interview that was about to take place. She’d decided as soon as she’d heard that honesty was the best policy and there was no need for showmanship. With each question Ceres found herself relaxing into the interview and the camera’s barely felt as though they were there, it was over before it really began in her mind and moments later she was left alone. She’d just punched her Father in Law and the thought made her laugh uncontrollably for at least 10 whole minutes.

“What’s something you could teach me about?”

“I throw a mean punch.” Ceres laughed lightly, suddenly feeling a little embarassed at her behaviour with Frederica and Claus just now. “I guess that’s something that I could teach you, or anyone that asked.” She paused, wondering how she could whittle her way out of this. “Maybe a few that don’t ask too.”

What really makes you angry?

“I guess I don’t like being told what to do.” Ceres replied with a shrug. “There’s a lot of things that make me angry though. I can’t stand rudeness. I’ll give you one chance and if you blow it then I just won’t bother from then on. I’ll just leave you to your own devices instead.”

What would you look for in a partner?

“Well I’m a married woman.” The answer came naturally as breathing, it’d been something she’d told countless potential suitors when she’d escaped into the District, it felt jarring now and it read in the way that Ceres had answered. “If I was to take someone into the arena with me it would have to be someone that’s smart enough to understand how to go with the flow and do what’s best in the moment.”

What would you like to be remembered about you?

“I don’t want to be remembered as boring,” Ceres laughed nervously, “I mean, I’ve spent a long time with people that have tried to make me something I’m not and it’s taken ‘til today to realise that life is too short, you’ve gotta enjoy it while you can. Take pleasure in the small things.”

What constitutes the perfect date for you?

“Something memorable, I won’t want a boring candlelit dinner.” The answer was short and sweet and left enough to the imagination. Secretly it was another dig at The Brewer family who would make sure that at least once a month James took Ceres out to be seen by the world at one eatery or another, not that District 9 had many to choose from.

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savannahawthorne​:

“I doubt anything is ever in stone until you’re dead.” She pointed out and even then, who knew what happened when they moved onto wherever? “I wish I had a map a lot of times when it comes to navigating life.” Her life had been so complicated and unusual, but she had survived. Savanna wasn’t sure she’d survive the Hunger Games, but you never knew.

She shrugged. “I am sure it is more exciting than my life if we’re being honest.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Ceres replied jovially. “It’s all about living life to the fullest, I guess that’s why I’ve never encountered something like this before.” She gestured to the cards that were already on the table, up until a week ago Ceres had known her life, it was about servitude and control under the watchful eye of The Brewer Family and outside of that she’d enjoyed the excitement of not knowing what was around the corner.

Ceres listened to the girl’s comment about her own life being boring, she couldn’t imagine what there was to do in District 12 but imagined that like District 9, there would be pockets of entertainment here and there for people to enjoy.

“Trust me.” She commented, “This is about as exciting as my life has been for the last 6 years, I know it’s a death sentence but I’m going down swinging and making sure I enjoy each moment. You should do the same.”

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zephyrsteele​:

He shrugged at her answer, pushing his chair back so he could prop his feet up on the table. If she didn’t wish to tell him more he certainly wasn’t the type to pry.

“I didn’t work.” He explained, his eyes not leaving hers. “My family business pretty much runs itself, so I had the privilege of sitting back and watching things happen.”

He let out a sigh of contentment, giving the girl a soft smile.

“I’ve had a pretty easy time of it up until now.”

Ceres wondered if she could say the same, she’d gone from a child of the fields to working from home and doting on an ungrateful family. By no means was it easy for her, but it was better than most.

“I guess this is all something you’re used to then.” Ceres replied, turning her attention to the plate rather than the boy and stabbing a piece of cooked fish with her fork - a little too forcefully for those that were paying close enough attention.

“What was the business your family was in?” She asked, rather than letting the boy sit there and watch her eat.

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fortwest​:

Fort shifted uncomfortably as she spoke about the poverty of District Nine, biting back the comment he was about to make about renting out a whole bar for ‘bar room olympics’ tournaments of darts, snooker and drinking games.

He walked over to where she was perching against the table and sat back close to her, indicating with a wave of his arm that it was her turn.

“District One is right,” he explained. “And yep – all day.” He raised the bottle and took a swig of the gin inside it. “If there’s one thing this train has got a lot of it’s booze. Do you want some?” He offered her the bottle with a gentle smile.

Ceres stood up smoothly and crossed the room to retrieve her darts before taking position at the occy. At the offer of booze Ceres didn’t hesitate, she knew her limits and wouldn’t cross them ever again, not here, not in front of these people that would potentially kill her soon. She placed her darts in the pocket of her flares for a moment to take the bottle and wipe the lip on the edge of her sleeve before taking a long drink.

If there was one thing that she’d known how to do back in District 9 it was drink, when she had a rare night to escape from The Brewer Family and their shackles she would head to a bar, sit with the people that worked hard and drank harder still. Ceres would join them in their stories from the fields and listen to their woes before heading back to the palace in which she lives compares to the shacks that they would call home.

“That’s good stuff.” She commented, barely flinching at the heat that the liquor provided as she handed the bottle back to Fort. “Whiskey?” She questioned, not quite able to put her finger on the taste.

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zephyrsteele​:

District Nine. He had only a vague recollection of the District, so he refrained from making any comments - but he was pretty sure it wasn’t an important one anyway.

“Yes!” He let out a nervous laugh. “Six. Transport. Trains!” He looked around at the train carriage, forgetting that it was moving until he saw the world blurring past outside the window.

“I never really worked with trains.” He mused, turning his gaze back towards Ceres. “Did you work in Nine?”

“Only briefly.” She replied, not offering him any more information, if this were a conversation back home she would’ve left but she knew that for however long it took for the rest of the games there was a high possibility of bumping into the boy again so she didn’t want to offend by simply walking away.

“If you didn’t work on the trains, what did you work on?” Ceres asked, turning the question back on the boy.

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Ceres’ Reaping || Part One.

Ceres’ days were always the same.

The schedule hadn’t changed in the last 6 years that they’d been married, first she would make a breakfast for her husband and his parents who now lived with them - a burden that Ceres had to grin through on a daily basis as they chastised her for not giving everything that they could to their darling boy. It was a marriage of convenience after all, not love, she’d never felt that from James.

When she was younger, Ceres had been considered one of the most beautiful girls in District 9 while James had been gangly and sickly, they’d grown up together through school and then when Ceres had gone off to work the fields he’d continued his studies.

“He’s educated.” She would always be reminded by her own parents. “You could do worse.” The worse thing about that was they were right, she could do worse than James Brewer.

By the time 7am rolled around Ceres had cooked the meal and served it to the family, never receiving thanks for her work, and then it was off to work for James running one of the biggest processing factories for crops in District 9. Her thanks would come in not having to work the fields or the factories where the pay was small and the chance of a good life was even smaller.

“He’s educated and wealthy.” Ceres would remind herself, remembering how her family lived before they married. District 9 was one of the larger Districts of Panem and more people meant more mouths to feed but even surrounded by food there wasn’t anyone in District 9 that would dare take food from the mouths of The Capitol, that meant death and public shame on your family, and if there was one thing that District 9 cherished, it was family.

James would leave Ceres in the capable hands of his parents Frederica and Claus Brewer who would see to it that she followed through with the rest of her “chores” for the day. Her morning would be spent cleaning up the dishes for breakfast, running errands in town and starting to cook the meal for the evening. She would then be expected to follow the fitness regime that was set out for her, keeping her strength and fitness up. Then came beauty, skincare, haircare, nails & makeup. All ready for the evening, when they would sit around the table and eat the meal that Ceres had prepared, again with little thanks. Occasionally her parents would join them but they only spent their time fawning and doting on Frederica and Claus, agreeing when they chimed in with a dig at their daughter.

Life was repetitive and Ceres hated it, she hated that she was a doll under the control of a family of snobs that expected her to be obsequious. She would fall into bed at night and despise the world for a while, occasionally considering what would happen if she took the nail scissors from the bedside cabinet and plunged them into the neck of her sleeping husband and then took to his parents room with a cleaver from the kitchen, hacking them to pieces before fleeing. Those were the thoughts that sent her to sleep at night.

There was only one day of the year where everything changed and that was Reaping day, every year she’d hoped and prayed that James’ names would come out of the Reaping bowl and he’d be sent to The Capitol and just die. She even fantasised about her own name being pulled, about flipping him off from the stage and letting the trio know how much she hated them but this was the final time that this could happen, James was in the Reaping bowl just as many times as Ceres and this was it, if she didn’t leave through the games she would need to find another way out.

Ceres was expected to present herself as the doll that The Brewer family wanted her to be, all done up in makeup and finery and she arrivedin the town square that way, her hair all pinned up in curls while the young women around her looked worn from their work.

Coin’s voice trilled over them as she explained the twist for this years quell and an excitement ran through Ceres when she learned that 10 people were going to be picked. Even a week away from the family would be better than going back there tonight, she couldn’t think of anything worse than James being picked too though.

“Ladies First.” Called the host on stage, his deep red suit looking classy and gaudy at the same time, the first two names that came out of the bowl weren’t her, then the third name swapped excitement for numbness as her feet carried her and her face beamed with delight. She was leaving the family for at least a week, no cooking or dishes or makeup. In an act of defiance Ceres lifted her hands to her head and pulled at the pins that kept it up off her face, letting the blonde locks fall and throwing the pins to the floor.

If she was going to go out to The Capitol and die in The Arena, She was going to do it on her own terms.

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zephyrsteele​:

“No, no - not the food.” He murmured, looking around. “Beyond that.”

He moved his head to the right, following the scent, sure that if he just got a little closer to the source of it that the familiar smell would suddenly click in his mind and he would know exactly what it was.

And then he lost it. The smell was gone. He let out a bitter sigh, his shoulders falling as he turned back to Ceres.

“My apologies.” He said, clearing his throat and straightening his back. “Let me try this again.”

A small chuckle escaped his lips.

“I’m Zephyr.” He repeated, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “What District are you from?”

The strange actions of the boy had Ceres dumbstruck and when he suddenly snapped out of his off behaviour she was even more confused. The unpredictability of the boy had her on tenterhooks already.

“I’m from District Nine.” She answered, trying her best not to screw her face up in her confusion. “You’re District Six right?”

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fortwest​:

Fort just about managed to follow the rules. Something about a clock. Something about the bullseye. Capiche? Capiche. He set down the bottle and took one final drag from his cigarette before strolling to the window of the compartment, where the darkening sky was rushing past, and flung it out. He paused for a moment to feel the breeze on his face, shutting his eyes, and then turned back to Ceres with a wild look in his eye.

He accepted the darts from her and watched her play, admiring the strength in her throws, if not the accuracy. This girl had style, though he didn’t recognise her as a career. He hadn’t paid much attention to the interviews or reapings though – it never had appealed much to him.

“Not bad, Ceres,” he grinned as her third dart hit the board. “I’m Fort.” He walked over to where she stood, and bumped her softly out of the way with his hips. “Nice to meet you.”

He lined up his first shot and took it. It hit near to the one, though missed its mark just slightly. Like Ceres, however, the dart hit with a hard thud. He had spent countless nights playing darts in the bars downtown until closing, but had never had the passion of his friends to really pay attention to his technique. The second dart hit the double, but the third landed perfectly.

“I guess we both needed a chance to warm up,” he smiled playfully. “Where’d you learn to play?”

“It was pretty poor back in District 9.” Ceres explained as the boy introduced himself. “You had to make your own entertainment and in the small community gathering places boards were always the choice.”

She watched as he missed slightly, but paid attention to the power of his throw. Sometimes brute force was more than enough to hit a target and Ceres knew that would come in handy in the games.

“Sometimes the board was just painted on the wall. Depends where you played.” She explained. Of course once she’d married she wasn’t allowed to play something so masculine as darts, James and his family wanted her to be the symbol of feminine grace and standing in a room with a group of people that had worked the crops all day wasn’t in the fantasy that the Brewer family had created for her.

“It’s nice to meet you Fort, District One right?” She asked, “You been drinking the whole day through?” She added, without judgement.

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fortwest​:

Feeling restless, Fort strolled through the corridors of the train with a bottle in his hand and a cigarette between his teeth. The other tributes had been nice enough so far, but he could feel his skin crawling with the need to do something. He’d been cooped up on the train for a day, most of it drunk, and already he was so desperate to just do something that he couldn’t think straight. At the door to the entertainment carriage, he heard movement, like someone rummaging around in there for something. He cracked the door open just in time to see her throw the dart. She missed completely, but the look in her eyes as she threw it was something to behold.

He grinned at her. “Let’s fucking go.”

Originally posted by neverlandborn

As drunk as the boy was, he had a determination in the grin that flashed at her that she was instantly enamoured with.

“How forward.” Ceres replied, her grin mirroring the boys as she held out the 3 darts with the black tips. “The game is around the clock first to get from 1-20 wins by hitting the bullseye last. You hit a double or a tripple then you don’t score that number. Capiche?”

Ceres didn’t wait for an answer, instead taking her place at the occy and throwing a second dart hitting the 18 rather than the 1 she was aiming for, she might not have the best aim but the dart hit hard. If there was one thing that a controlling husband that would constantly criticise her fitness was good for, it was making sure she was strong physically as well as mentally.

Her third dart found it’s mark, hitting the 1 just under the cage for the triple with a hard thunk.

“One nil.” Ceres teased over her shoulder at the boy, “I’m Ceres by the way.”

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savannahawthorne​:

“I like to think it gives us guidance and insight perhaps,” Savanna admitted truthfully. “I like to think the future is dynamic, always changing based on a web of decisions our own and others… Impossible to predict with certainty, but who doesn’t need guidance once in a while?” There were a lot of times she found herself wishing she had more guidance than just what a random card from a deck of cards could tell her.

She pulled a card and flipped it around for Ceres to see. “It shows someone that is feeling lost and confused. The Hermit advises us that the answers lie within yourself and soul-searching is what we need. It also warns us not to get too lost in our journey too… To find a balance.” Savanna flipped over the next card. “The Seven of Wands advise that this feeling comes from outside expectations and your own questioning of them.” Realizing she might have overstepped, Savanna shrugged and moved on. The woman hadn’t asked for her advice.

“I do sometimes,” she admitted. “I haven’t since I’ve been here.” Savanna she wasn’t really wanted to know what the cards had in store for her just yet.

“I’d like to think that nothing in set in stone.” Ceres lied, knowing that if she’d have stayed at home she would’ve had the rest of her life until she died or James died or she finally snapped and ended up in jail. “I guess that everyone could use something to tell us how it’s gonna be.”

Ceres watched another card flip, the picture showing an older man with a lamp, lighting the way for company he would never had. A sudden thought came into Ceres’ mind. The card was about loneliness and loss rather than about balance and loss. She heard Savanna’s explanation and understood it, this was a journey that none of them would recover themselves from including the victors.

“Don’t worry.” Ceres picked up on the sudden change in the girl. “I don’t mind you picking apart my psyche or my life. There’s not much to tell in all honesty.”

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The catering car had become too much of a hotbed of other tributes for Ceres and without the whispering voice in her ear telling her how to act she suddenly felt awkward. It took her a moment to excuse herself and to thank the Avox for their service before she finally escaped, traipsing through the carriages as they were lined out.

After passing through each of the cars assigned to The Districts using the corridor that ran aside them, Ceres found herself in the entertainment suite. The TV was already playing re-runs of games gone by but she decided to ignore them, instead trying to find herself a set of darts for the board that was pinned against the wall.

“Where are they?” She hissed to herself, looking through the bookshelves, across the coffee table and anywhere else that they might have them. “Where are they?” She repeated, pushing away a lock of hair that had fallen onto her face.

Finally, Ceres found what she was looking for, 6 darts, 3 with bright red flys and 3 with black. She slid the 3 red from the packet and held them up to the light to examine just how sharp they were. A dark thought pressed in the corner of her mind. What if she went on a rampage with the darts gripped in her hand, what if she killed everyone on the train one by one, what if she could take out the Peacekeepers before they could take her out. 

The thought ebbed as quickly as it had formed and she took her place opposite the board, deciding to play a game of around the clock. She threw the first dart, missing the board completely and hitting the wood on the outskirts of the board. It had been years since she’d thrown a dart and she was rusty.

Before she could let another dart fly the carriage became a little more crowded as another tribute found her. I’ll never get a moments peace. She thought to herself.

“Hi.” She smiled brightly, a little too brightly. She held up the remaining to darts to display them to the other tribute. “Wanna play?”

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merrit-greenside​:

“First one to get a kiss wins. From somebody else on the train of course.” he smiled.

The boy could’ve asked her anything, but for some reason chasing down a kiss from a stranger on a train to her death seemed a little jarring after all that she’d been through for the last 6 years. She quickly held up her hand to remind the boy of the ring that burdened her finger.

“Married, Remember?” Ceres commented quickly, not that she was loyal to James. Her thoughts combatted each other, if she got to The Capitol and started to flaunt some new fancy piece around then she would surely break James’ heart, she didn’t want that for him.

“Spin the wheel again darlin’” She added after a moments thought. “Maybe you’ll land on something we’ll both enjoy.”

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merrit-greenside​:

“Well I don’t have any fish, and we appear to have ham to hand. Though I don’t much mind what it is i’m eating..” 

He looked around, it was now just them and the Avox, all the other tributes had left. 

“How daring do you feel?” he asked her, a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“What do you propose?” She answered cooly. “Not like I’m gonna have anywhere to hide by the time we get off this train.”

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savannahawthorne​:

Savanna shrugged. “Aren’t most of used to fighting anyhow?” A lot of them, depending on the District, were used to fighting for everything they had. She didn’t spend her time in the woods for nothing, because she refused to simply marry a miner and be done with it. Savanna Hawthorne wasn’t the type to sell herself into a little bit of comfort at the cost of her freedom.

“I think it has some value,” she told Ceres. “I doubt it can tell the future because it’s so dynamic. Everything we do and what everyone else does is constantly changing things. People are lying if they say you choose your own destiny. In a way we are all subjects to Fate.”

“You ask a question, draw a few cards, and you get an insight into the problem or challenge or whatever, depending on the question asked. Each card has a greater meaning and relationship to other cards.”

“That’s interesting.” Ceres commented. “So it doesn’t tell the future, but answers questions rather?”

For a moment, Ceres wondered what she would want to know if she could find out anything, if the girl really could see what was going to happen in the future or answer anything then what was really burning in her heart and mind at this moment. Her first thoughts went to James but that was because she’d been trained to always think of him first, then her mind wandered to her parents. She wondered if they’d lost their meal ticket now that she was off to The Capitol.

“Do you read your own cards a lot?” Ceres asked, instread of turning the attention inwards to the next questions that popped into her mind. “Is there anything that’s come up that’s new since your time on the train?”

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savannahawthorne​:

“You’ll need determination in spades to survive around here, although I am not convinced it won’t be needed to keep annoyance in check.” Savanna pointed out with a shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t think I have gone more than five minutes without someone offering me something,” which was starting to get annoying. Clearly if she wanted something she would get up and help herself.

“Five of Swords,” Savanna flipped the card around to show her. “Seems you have conflict in your future that will pit you in a win-lose situation against other people. Winning will come at a great cost to self.” Seemed accurate enough for their situation if she was being honest.

Savanna offered the girl a smile. “Yeah, Savanna.” She offered up. “Nice to meet you?” Was that even accurate considering their situation? I mean it wasn’t like she wasn’t happy to meet someone else.

“I’m more interested in livin’ than surviving darlin’“ Ceres smirked, “The odds aren’t in my favour and I don’t think there’s anything I can do about that. Especially not by bitchin’ and moanin’ about it.”

“We’ve all got a fight to go through now Darlin’ but unfortunately ours are a little bit sooner than most.” Ceres explained looking down at the cards. “There’s a girl you’ll like from District 7, she threw some bread out of the window in some ritual. If you believe all of this stuff I’m sure she’d enjoy it too.”

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It wasn’t that Ceres didn’t believe in things like rituals and future telling, but she’d never interacted with them before, her life had been sheltered during her marriage to James and she’d not really lived in the real world outside of his grasp.

“How does it all work anyhow?” She asked, genuinely curious.

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savannahawthorne​:

Savanna didn’t bother to look up at the sound of footsteps entering the train compartment. It was probably another Avox trying to offer her food or someone to comment about the absolute luxury of their surroundings or something stupid like that. To be honest, grand things never impressed her much.

Carelessly, Savanna shuffled the deck of cards in her hand and pulled out a random Tarot card. “Chariot…” She muttered as she flipped the card around for her visitor to see. “Motivation and determination. Are you playing to win or something else?” She asked kind of curious and kind of unsure of what else to say. Small talk had never been her forte you could say.

Ceres had taken to making her way through the cars after the food cart, there had to be more excellence to see in the Train before they hit The Capitol. That would be when the rest of the world would start to see and judge.

“Oh I wouldn’t say I’m playing to win.” Ceres replied with a smile. “I’m definitely feeling some determination.”

She took the small steps to close the gap between them and sat opposite the other girl.

Originally posted by hedawolf

“I’m Ceres, District 9.” She introduced herself. “District 12 right?”