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[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She straightened slightly. Not that she didn't enjoy him holding her normally. But there was a certain tenseness. A certain discomfort in this touch. Maybe it was her. Though she smiled when he looked at her, and falsely relaxed. "You're right"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her smile disappated as soon as he said this, standing and chewing her lip, groaning in frustration before turning on her heel, exiting after he'd been gone a minute, following him out onto the stage, her eyes scanning the crowd.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miara's eyes were fixed on Snow for the remainder of his speech, like a prey watching the hunter looking down his sights, rooted in place by some unknown force. As soon as he finished she stood, her dress sweeping around the creamy ivory porcelain thighs, though she stood still, her eyes still on the graying man.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She stared still at him, her fingers shaking. Snow never came out to the districts on her victory tour. Why was he here now? Had Haymitch or she done something to precipitate this?

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Yet his efforts at secrecy were spoiled when she whipped her head around to him, her eyes wide as saucers, her hand going slack in his as her knees nearly buckled and one word fluttered from her lips. "No"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Yet she was past caring. "Why?" She asked next, pulling her hand from the painful vice grip he had on it, biting deep into her burgundy lip.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"He is so powerful...why would he come all this way" yet she visibly calmed at her lovers lack of fear. Perhaps it was, indeed, just her.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miara stood strongly beside the model youth, and, when Snow had finished, bowed slightly before striding back into the large, carved doors of the building behind Haymitch.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Snow strode in after a while. He was a dashing man, in a pin striped, charcoal gray suit with a blood red mum in his lapel, his thick hair slicked back and grating just enough, his face worthy of any Capitol Coture cover. "Ah. Young mister Abernathy. Please sit" he nodded politely as he sat on a couch across from an empty one, a mahogany coffee table between them.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh calm down. I am not here to threaten you" he motioned on a man with tea and poured them both some. "Simply to...offer you the opportunity of a lifetime"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"I understand. Well not fully. But I am sorry. " he took a long draught of tea before adding more creamer. "Haymitch I like you. You won. Beat the system. I admire that. " he paused. "Would you like to help me?"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"I need...secrets. Secrets the men won't tell and the women won't divulge-to me. But to the young, strapping victor-now that could get them talking" he whispered smoothly to intrigue him.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He silently thanked the nonexistent god the boy seemed interested. "Pillow talk. Haymitch. You get the fun, I get the secrets" he insisted.

((I sort of think he's cocky enough to like the idea))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Snow seemed to disappear in thought as he drank the rest of his tea. "A year, perhaps. Unless you find you want to do it longer,..traveling...having fun with no strings attached.."

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Of course..." Snow nodded, standing and straightening his jacket. He seemed to drop a card with a name and room number on it, which lands in the boys lap. "Mayors wife"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miara stood naked in her room, searching for something to wear to that evenings dinner, swaying still stiffly from Haymitch when a light knock came. "Hold on!" She budded.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Haymitch..." He looked angry and she tried to back away but he had her against him all to quickly as she tried to press away. "What's wrong?"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

His hand cracked against the wood, fear and adrenaline surging through her as he held her tight against him and she squirmed. Yet at his words her knees buckled and the world swam as she went limp in his arms.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She pushed and beat weakly against his chest, shaking her head adamantly. "You're disgusting! Get away from me!" she cried out.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She laid in her bed for God only knows how long, staring at the ceiling, a slow and silent cry coming from her, ruining her makeup. Not that it mattered. It was her own fault, she said. Her own fault for believing he, Haymitch Abernathy, of all people, could ever be loyal to a woman. It was only once she cried herself to sleep she fell completely silent.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((So....I'm thinking...to prevent their thing form ending she should be pregnant))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((alright..,so what now))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((sounds good))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((Yes. And I'm sorta exhausted. Soo, if you could play Snow, that'd be great))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her legs were crossed, her body stiff and poised, like a posed marble effigy of some beautiful woman who did nothing but look beautiful for the artist, whose brain might merely be filled with trivial fluff. Yet here she sat, forever immortalized, her hands on her knee, her black lace sheath like one of some beautiful sort of morning, her hair in a bun of cascading curls down her left shoulder, her eyes straight ahead on the wall as if she really were stone.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She took a long moment's pause, perhaps waking from her stone slumber, breathing in deeply. "No" she whispered, shaking her head stiffly, licking her pink lips.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miara swallowed, unable to avoid keeping the stiffness and fear and angst hidden from the camera. She looked to Haymitch warily, her eyes taking him in. Not analyzing, rather resting in his gaze as even Snow seemed to fade from the room.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

In that moment. A heartbeat. A blink. She made a decision. She relaxed and a calm, relaxed smile appeared for Snow. For the cameras that she knew were watching, so they could show the world. "Please Mister President...we all know Haymitch would never cheat the world of himself.." she smiled lightly, yet her heart broke at the words.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"The women of the Capitol want him to be taken? I doubt that!" She furrowed her brow in obvious doubt at the man, glancing sidelong at the boy, rolling her eyes at him internally.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((lol alright..))

Miara's face hardened. Haymitch was right. They didn't have to do this. Be the capitol's dog. She straightened, her hands gripping the edge of the white couch. "No." she said, her voice weak yet firm.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Go ahead Snow...tell him. Forever? Like the deal you made him?" her voice was growing in strength and bitterness, her doe eyes darkening. She was shaking like a leaf in fear and anger as she licked her lips.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Put me down!" she had demanded at once. When he set her down, she shoved back against his chest anyways. "I'm dead anyways! Because eventually I'll slip up or you will, or we'll do something to make him mad..and I'm dead! Don't you get it!" she urged.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She felt her world, the ground below her slowly shattering, falling apart piece by piece, flinching and yelping. She hadn't even told him and he was already killing himself. She pulled the ribbon that had her hair so tightly bound, her hands tangling in her hair as she began to hyperventilate, pacing away as she strained from the air she seemed unable to gain.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She ripped her hands back from him in the dim, warmly lit hall, clinical and cold save its pointless abstract art, the colors shouting at her. "I can't.." she crossed her arms tightly, then took one hand, pulling her lip, before sighing as everything- her blood pumping, her breath, her heart- seemed to stop. "I'm pregnant" she said shortly, turning

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She pulled away, shaking her head, backing into the wall as if scared of him, her breath shallow. "Two days ago.." she whispered, licking her lips and looking away from him.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Calm down!" she insisted in a hushed voice, pulling his large and panicking face down to her level, holding it in her hands, covering his mouth. "Just hush please! You don;t have to do anything" she calmed, running a hand through his hair.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"S-" she wrenched his grasp from her with effort, frowning. "Stop it! You're losing your mind! Calm down please!" she pleaded desperately, panic welling up in her.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She felt herself sob, falling to her knees, pressing her forehead against his as she began to cry softly before him

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sobbed for a while longer before finally falling silent, swallowing and licking her lips. "I'm sorry" she whispered, carefully swiping away her tears from under her eyes. "I can't- I can't bring a baby into this Haymitch" she breathed, her bangs falling in her face.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"No. I don't mean that..." She pressed him back, her dress riding up her firm, pale thighs as she gasped and sighed. "I just...I can't take this!" She sobbed

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Haymitch I can't!" she panted in between gasping sobs, her hair falling across his hands behind her back as she whimpered quietly.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She laid limply against him as she licked her lips. Her breath was calmer, yet still hitched in breathing pattern from her sobbing. "I know.." she whispered

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She nodded, her hair falling in loose, messy curls across her chest as her chest heaved in her tight dress, her skin pale in exhaustion.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"No. We're both just...screwed up," she laughed exhaustedly, shivering in the cold air of the speeding train as she tucked a strand of hair away from her face.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She took his hands, goosebumps lining her perfectly smooth legs as she stood easily in her tall heels, her impeccable balance serving her well. "Do we need to...go back?" she whispered, looking back toward the room.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She closed her eyes softly in a fluttering of lashes, a gentle smile making an appearance onto her lips. Falling under his spell-again. She licked her lips and smoothed her dress, running her hands through to tousle her hair, fixing her eye makeup. "We can. I'm okay" she assured him.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She placed her small hand in his, feeling him immediately eliminate any matter of space between the two, their sides pressed close. She immediately closed her eyes, laughing quietly through a drawn out moan, pulling her hair over her right shoulder and out of his way. "Yes of course" she smiled/

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She clung to him tightly, her head against him as she fought for conciousness among a yawn. "I don't care" she smiled, kissing his shoulder, as it was easily accessible.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"No...please..." she worked to undo the top two buttons on his shirt, dragging her fingers down his bare, smooth chest.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She tousled her hair with one hand, the other brushing the back of his neck. Her toes curled and her legs kicked as she squealed in laughter, partially to frustrate the women that watched him pass by. "Yes.." she whispered, her voice dropping.