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“My stylist is such an idiot. District 7, lumber. I’d like to put an axe through his face.”

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Trixie looked up from the table she’d perched herself at in the main lobby of the resort. The screens here were either muted or turned down much lower than in the viewing rooms or even the sponsor lounge she’d passed. She wasn’t a fan of the deep bass that emanated anytime the sonic boom was shown again, she hadn’t been when it’d happened the night before either. She eyed Chip a moment before speaking, “What’s got you in such a foul mood?” She questioned.

Chip listened to his music way too loudly, and that apparently qualified him to help occasionally with the audio engineering behind the most recent arena event. He hadn’t done much. He worked on it so long ago that he barely remembered what he actually did, but he knew it wasn’t much. Still, when the arena ground began to shake, when he saw which technicians were in the re-created tech Cave of the HQ, he knew what was coming. And when it hit, he held his breath. It was so loud, so powerful, that it left even his left ear ringing. 

When he was let go for his break, he could still feel the pressure in his ears, in his skull; like the noise had never fully diminished. It stuck with him as he went through the motions of making coffee. Only once he had poured a full cup did he look over at the bag beside the machine, and realized it was decaf. “Fuuuuck,” he hissed out.

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maverickmontana​:

He laughed a little. “Yeah, I feel like if I were at this party as a kid I’d tire myself out fast. Go big and then go home.” He paused. “How is District Two doing? Smith’s gotten pretty far now.”

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“Oh she seems to have energy for days though.” Trixie laughed. Val always had especially if it meant dressing up and terrorizing a few sponsors. “Smith has gotten pretty far, I’m cautiously optimistic.” She’d seen District Two come in second place because of a stupid mishap or a moment of hesitation, she wouldn’t let her hopes get too high just because he’d made it this far. 

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maverickmontana​:

“Now you tell me,” he joked. “If I want to win big I’d have to wait a lot longer and probably lose a lot more of my money, so I think I’ll call it quits for now. What are you betting on tonight?”

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“I only just found you.” Trixanna laughed softly. She looked around a moment and then shrugged. “Other than how long until Valkaryie tuckers out and wants to go to bed? Nothing. And even that’s personal and not monetary.”

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Trixanna had watched in slight amusement as Maverick seemingly lost all his money to a machine. “Well, slow machines are purely based on luck and usually have very poor odds.” She shrugged. “But when you do win, you usually win big.” 

“This is rigged,” Maverick said, frowning at the slot machine which had just taken all his money and given him absolutely nothing. Fortunately, he’d only brought twenty bucks tonight, not willing to lose any more than that (because he didn’t have any more than that). “Word to the wise, don’t play this one.”

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slateskylar​:

“Well it’s not snooping like that,” he said defensively. “Hestia knows, she totally supports it. Not that I need her support since I’m 18. It’s more like — taking notes and reporting back. Like the Gazette but… way less gossipy.”

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She remembered spouting that she was a victor, she could make her own decisions and then, four years later that she was an adult she could make her own decisions. She didn’t comment on his statement though. “Okay, less gossipy, then what about the games are they wanting to write about?” 

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slateskylar​:

“She didn’t bring me,” he said, “I’m actually working. Doing some snooping for a new publishing press in the Capitol. They wanna make real books but gotta make some money off Hunger Games shit first.”

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Trixie raised a brow at the information given. “You wish to be an author? What kind of snooping are you doing? Does Hestia know - know that you’re snooping about?” She asked. 

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slateskylar​:

“Fuck excitement,” he said. “I just want to go home.” He didn’t hate the beach, not as much as some people did, but he missed Twelve.

“You and me both kid.” Trixie sighed. She hated the public eye, hated being in it, hated more so that her child was in it though she would never leave Val at home. “Why’d Hestia bring you along this time? Why didn’t you stay home?”

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wstbrook​:

“I might, if it wasn’t supposed to be lunchtime.” Archie chuckled and raised his eyebrows. Glancing over, he gave a fond smile, happy to see who had wandered into the lounge. 

“Let’s hope it ends quick this time. But not too quick, I do enjoy the ball.” He quipped but he couldn’t agree more with the sentiment. There was enough death in one game to last a lifetime. 

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The corner of Trixie’s lips turned up in a small smile. “You gotta learn to take a late breakfast, eat lunch well after lunch.” She chuckled. In all honesty, she hadn’t eaten at all that day, her stomach in knots. 

“I couldn’t agree more, well about it ending quickly.” She wasn’t a fan of any ball, not even her own victory ball thirty-some years prior. She really just wanted to return home though. 

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Trixie had been watching from the well-lit sponsor room just for a short time, something having caught her attention as she passed by and thus she had slipped into the room. She raised a brow at the man’s comment. “Oh, you mean you don’t take great joy in the spectacle?” She questioned sarcastically. “This is only the beginning too.” It was tiring, at the very least, after so many years. 

Archie sipped on a glass of earl grey tea. “Almost makes you lose your appetite.” He haphazardly motioned towards a screen. The escort had taken to the sponsor’s lounge to watch the games. His eyes wandered more towards the waves than the television. He wasn’t a fan of the viewing rooms, too dark, and more cramped than the ones in the Capitol. The soft light on his skin was much more welcome. 

Westbrook glanced at his phone before putting it on vibrate, turning his attention to the other. For the moment he still had reason to check on the games. One of his tributes was still alive and a little more promising than Cable. He squinted, ‘what an unfortunate name.’ 

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“There wouldn’t be enough excitement.” Trixie muttered, tone bordering on bitter. Everything was about excitement for the sponsors, money the sponsors would spend, all on the blood and gore. 

“Kind of on the nose,” Slate said, chewing on the end of his pen as he sat in one of the movie-theater-turned-viewing-rooms. “Sin city and all that for the rebels. I was really hoping they’d go for a blank void, but there’s always next time.”

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Task 006 - 127th Hunger Games

Trixanna uses an app on her phone to track her tributes’ vitals and other relevant statistics. Through the app she is able to find vital health information as well as where the tribute is within the arena with an interactive and 3D map of the arena. The app also provides a live video feed of the selected tributes. 

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Task 002 - 127th Hunger Games

Do you associate with the Black Eagles at all? Have you in the past? If you no longer do, why not? Yes I did, however not so much anymore. I have a child to protect, a child who’s home was destroyed needlessly. 

If you did work with the Black Eagles, what actions did you take for the rebellion? Why did you feel drawn to these tasks? Mostly things in the background, providing support and necessities to those on the front line as well as offering a place for those to stay as they passed through Two. With Valkyrie I wanted to ensure at least one of her mothers would survive.

What was your opinion of Primrose Everdeen? She was a strong woman, doing what she thought was necessary. 

Was anyone in your family associated with the Black Eagles? Yes

Would you turn someone else in for their rebel association? No

What do you think is vital for a successful rebellion? At this point I honestly do not know anymore. 

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Task 008 - 127th Hunger Games

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smithbrick​:

“I could stand to learn more. Maybe some first-aid, if you can spare a few tips,” Smith said. He wasn’t the type to ask for help, especially when he thought it looked weak on his end. After seeing what happened to his brother and his injury, Smith didn’t want to be in a position where he didn’t know any basic skills. “Trust me, I don’t want any trouble with alliances. I’m being careful with who I work with. As for weapons, I can work with anything heavy. Maces, clubs, mauls. Shit, even a good hammer. I’m more of a ‘beat-them-’til-they-stop-breathing’ kind of guy.”

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“I would just visit the first aid station. Make sure if you get a wound you keep it clean. Antibiotic creams can only do some much if you slap them on top of a dirty wound. Also check out the plant identification station, alot of plants have medicinal properties.” That’d been something hadn’t known nearly enough about before having a green house in her backyard. When he answered about weapons, she was quiet a moment. So he wasn’t one who’d end things quickly it seemed. He’d put on a good show and she knew the sponsors would enjoy that no matter how much it made her own stomach churn. “Got it, I’ll see what I can do.” 

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smithbrick​:

“Plan, right,” Smith said, nodding his head as if he knew what he was talking about. In truth, he volunteered on a whim and didn’t have a single plan in mind as to how he would get out alive. “I mean, I know how to fight. Not to toot my own horn, but I even know how to set a fire or two. I just don’t know about teaming up with the other tributes, you know, ‘cause of the rebel shit. Plus, we both know how alliances went for Mason”

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Trixie said nothing in reply to his comment on the so called ‘rebel shit’. They were from Two, supposed to be so far shoved up the Capitol’s ass that rebellion shouldn’t even be on their radar. As such, she wouldn’t admit to her involvement in the rebellion no matter how small it was. Nor would she give any indication she’d been involved. So instead, she’d focus on what he admitted to. “Good, survival skills are something that seems to be lacking in the academies no a days. Fighting and weapons are always focused on, no so much survival.” She shrugged, thinking for a moment. “As for alliances, they can be beneficial. You just have to know how to split before they turn sour.” As they had the games before. “What’s your weapon of choice? If you can’t get it at the cornucopia I can try to pul the strings to get it to you.”