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[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her breath against his chest stopped and her every muscle tightened, her eyes widening up to his, her heart pounding so loud it felt every one could see it, a whine escaping her, blue eyes locked with his.

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She finally resumed breathing, smiling nervously as her fingers gripped his tight and muscular neck. "Don't-care-" she shook her head hesitantly, licking her bone dry lips.

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She stretched out in the pitch black darkness, her arms above her head and toes pointed as she sighed at the release of the tension in her. "You're such a man-whore" she groaned.

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She sighed. Her mood was all over the place, a real mess, and she was hardly "in the mood" right now for his animal treatment. A second, breathy sigh slipped from her lips, she raised onto her forearms to look down her body, though it was for naught in the dark. She felt his fingers and her toes curled slightly, yet she bit her lip. "I know I cannot compare to some of those women...and I'm sorry..."

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The darkness heightened all her senses, made her tense. It had been dark often in her games, which had been arctic, with only five hours of light a day. His heat drifted to her and she felt his weight shift, his breath suddenly on her face. She swore, though there was no light, she could somehow see the devilish sparkle of his eyes. "Well you are stuck with me now so..."

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She whimpered quietly, her eyes closing, as there was no point in here. Her legs ached and her hands found the smooth planes of his cheeks, pressing firmly to hide her shakiness, his warm breath making goosebumps rise.

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"Mm..." she waited until the kiss ended, not wanting to break it herself, gasping a bit for air. "Pillow talk means nothing Haymitch. You know that." she whispered, somewhat breathlessly, her hand sliding down to his shoulders, fingers gripping her love tightly, not wanting to let him go.

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They seemed to move and breathe as one as she shivered for no reason beneath him. "But...your mom and brother..." she insisted, lacking resolve as she squirmed.

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She had opened her mouth to protest. Yet the words stuck in her throat and were bypassed by a moan as his hands warmed her in the cold, her eyes struggling to make out his face as she licked her lips, breath catching.

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"What is wrong with that dress?" she insisted, catching the look on his face as she protested quietly

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She rolled her eyes coyly at him, unbuttoning the silky shirt he wore, which was no doubt more expensive than her old home back in the seam. "The best for the victors" the always said. Yet she made quick work of it, nonetheless, and slid his belt out fairly quickly as well.

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Miara sighed, walking out onto the back terrace of the speeding train, which pulled whisps of her hair from their loose ponytail, making a lovely raven mess as she sighed and leaned against the railing, interlacing her thin fingers. She was standing in a loose pair of his boxers, and her plain white demi bra, under a green butterfly kimono, decorated with muted colors against the silky material. She sighed, licking her lips and looking out upon the plains between ten and eleven, grain flowing in the night like waves on a rippling and uneven sea. She lowered her head and did something she'd seen her mother do in her youth. She prayed. Or tried her best to. Prayed for herself, for Haymitch...prayed the baby wouldn't come.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Sure.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((I think so!))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((Well. What's happened. I can't remember really. Wanna start over?))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Alright. Same characters. You want to start at Haymitchs reaping? Or should she be with him before then?

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

I think they should maybe flirt beforehand. But she becomes cold once he gets picked because she doesn't want to love someone who will die

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Awesome. You first?

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((Please?))

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Miara strode in and climbed to

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miara entered the square last, walking past the crowds of people. Her eyes were such a glossy and disconnected grey, her eyes so unwavering onto the faces of anyone she passed, many said she had been blinded or struck dumb by her games. She sighed as she passed the reaping pool, the girls and boys, finally looking over them. She seemed a dream in her sweet ringlet curls, her off the shoulder swing dress the color of the pale green fields in March. Yet there would be no cheering for the only victor from district 12 today, no volunteering. These children were being sent off to die.

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"Good evening, I am Tyria Lockwood. And welcome to the reaping of the fiftieth games!" Her green pompadour wig swayed dangerously, tropical flowers springing from it. "As it is the quarter quell, four tributes will be chosen from each district-two males and two females. Now. Ladies first." Miara looked on as two girls were drawn. Maysilee. She knew her and it was promising. She was a strong girl. The other one drawn-Lila- was weak and burst into tears immediately upon reaping. The men were two strapping young gentleman. Hicks Clove and Haymitch Abernathy. Strong heartthrobs. Hicks was a talented trapper. But she doubted Abernathy. He was vein. And arrogant. She sighed as she sat in the humid morning sun until the ceremony ended. "This way" Tyria sighed, leading the five back into City Hall.

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:)

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She gave him a disapproving and arrogant look at the immature boy. Sure, he was her age. Actually, he was older, not that it mattered. The maturity made the two seem vastly different. "No one wins" she said flatly, looking away and walking on ahead. She was tall, but the strapping and strong jawed Haymitch was taller. She pushed into a room and motioned for them to sit down, sighing softly. "You will have ten minutes to say goodbye. You may pick as many people to meet with as you want. Then it will be straight to the train station" she nodded, seeing herself not in the watery red eyes of the brown haired girl, but the steeled tough eyes of Maysilee. Yet Maysilee had friends and family to say goodbye to. She hadn't.

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"Don't be pathetic, Abernathy. You have a mother and a brother" she snapped, smoothing her dress as she sat on the opposite sofa, looking upon the muscular boy in a scrutinizing way.

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She rolled her eyes. Maysilee had one good friend. And a family. She averted her eyes from the tough, pretty boy's private moment, walking from the room. She stood in the hall, breathing deeply to keep from shaking. Four kids. They would all die. All of them. She shook her head furiously, a few loose curls falling for her hair.

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:)

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Miara sat on the end of one of the table, watching his back for a moment. His shirt was clearly a nice white button down, but it had been well worn like many in the seam, tinted a dingy cream by the coal dust in the air. He'd rolled it up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. She slowly rose and walked with silent footfall across the room, hesitantly touching his shoulder blade ever so lightly, face concerned. "Haymitch?" She sighed, looking up at the taller blonde boy. She wished she could tell him it would be okay, but that would be a bold faced lie.

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She paused as she heard the soft way he spoke her name, her eyes dropping for half a second. She maintained her featherweight touch on his shoulder. "Don't give up hope. Not yet" she nodded, which was underwhelming advice. She'd known for a year this was coming, and was spiteful for being so selfish and trying not to think of it.

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She nodded, a fire flaring at his attitude when she was only trying to help. Her jaw tightened and she straightened, withdrawing her hand as quickly as if she had touched the skin of a snake, looking upon him in a similar way. "Fine. This way" she snapped, striding ahead of the boy, despite his large stride, easily passing him and leading him on the train. She walked straight back to her compartment in a huff. In some districts, the hordes of people would party and scream and bid their tributes goodbye. Not twelve. Closed shutters and a black night and silent celebration by those unchosen.

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;)

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She laughed harshly at him, looking over her shoulder in an appraising and haughty way. "Please." She rolled her eyes. "I had fun." She was busily pulling pins from her hair, curls tumbling down section by section. "When I wasn't being beaten. Or stabbed. Or raped." She smiled coldly and walked into the room, the door swinging back open.

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:)

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She turned, stepping out of her heels and looking cross and stunned as she walked over and pulled the glass from his lips, setting it down so the dark red sloshed onto her hand, making her huff. "Get out of my room. You're a disgusting pig" she spat, walking back to her dresser and looking in the mirror, removing her pearl jewelry, placing it on the tray before reaching for the zipper on her back.

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She grit her teeth as she struggled with the zipper, shooting him a look. "Is this how you get women..harassing them?" She spat, rolling her eyes. "Get out. And get a proper white shirt" she hissed, furrowing her brow in concentration, curls falling in her face.

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She had paused but a moment, the second he was gone leaning forward and clutching the dresser, her breath racing. She let her dress pool at her feet, chest heaving. His fingers had traced so carelessly over the deep scar in her back, made her shiver. That scar gave a new meaning to stabbed in the back. She gathered herself and changed into shorts and a tank, throwing on an oversized sweater as she paused at the door, taking a breath before walking back out into the hall, tousling her hair and making her way to the back.

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She walked in, looking around at the tributes, their obliviousness to the fact that in just over two weeks they would probably all be dead. She nodded to Hicks. The dark haired, freckled boy was her age, and she knew him fairly well. She sat on the arm of his chair and spoke in a hushed tone to him for a moment before sighing, sitting up straighter. "Alright let's talk about your strategies for getting sponsors" she announced to the group

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"Yes. I think that would be a good way to play it. Give them every reason to want to keep you alive" she nodded back at Hicks, whose fingers grazed her leg I. A soft smile on his part. She looked at the two girls. Maysilee seemed silent in thought, while the other simply burst into tears and ran from the room, making Miara sigh. She looked to Haymitch. "You'll be the attractive flirt"

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Maysilee sighed, placing her thin hand upon her cheek in a tired and lazy way. She lived in the seam with the rest of the children, but had maintained fine light hair and skin, and had a disconnected royal air about her. "Oh Haymitch. It doesn't matter. We're going to die anyways. The people in the Capitol won't find us. Any of us." She shook her head, Miaras hand on Hicks' shoulder. "It'll be okay Maysilee...there's eight other districts the same boat" she sighed.

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"Okay.." Maysilee whispered in her half awake, sandy voice, taking his hand and standing, brushing off her tights and following him to his room with a hefty sigh.

Miara looked down at Hicks with a sigh, chewing on her lip as she shook her head. "How am I going to do this every year" she whispered, despair hinting in her voice

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She scrunched her nose and shook her head, white blonde braid over her shoulder. She held it in her hands as she sighed. "I'm sorry Haymitch. I can't be friends with you. It would just make the games harder" she sighed, standing.

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"Haymitch..please. Shouldn't you be focusing on training and strategies and survival? I don't want to make friends with someone I might have to kill" she sighed, standing on the threshold of the last car, hand against her thin, pale arm, taking a long glance at him before walking towards her compartment

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Miara pushed the door to the compartment open silently, letting it slide shut behind her. Her eyes fell upon him in their sad, gray and unfocused manner. It was a year ago, she had been sent off to die, the pain of having no one to care if she was gone eating at her. She had fallen asleep each night thanks only to a lot of crying and the slow, rhythmic rock of the train.
The reason she had won her games? Silence. After being stabbed in the back, her only chance of survival was laying low. So she had adapted. Hidden in the snow for days on end. She learned one could go completely unnoticed in plain sight by saying nothing at all. It was this way spent the next fifteen minutes, drowned in the large cashmere cream sweater, leaning up against the wall, watching Haymitch drown in priceless Capitol whiskey.

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:)

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((Could we pick back up on this one though?))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((yay))

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She crossed the room, thin hand on his shoulder as she slipped the bottle from his grasp. "Honestly. I don't know why they would put this stuff on trains with kids that just got themselves reaped. It's a bad idea waiting to happen." she put the bottle and glasses back on the shelf and knelt down before him, dabbing up the amber liquid with a sigh, dark curls falling in her face.

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She smiled up at him with her large gray eyes, which were like an owl's, large and quite unfocused in light. It was true, she couldn't see well, but she smiled up at him. "You just.." she stood and laid the rag on the bar, leaning him gently back into the chair, smoothing his hair in an affectionate way. "You stay there." She brought him a tall glass of water, and placed it in his hand. "Drink it, all of it. Or you'll be real sorry in the morning"

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:)

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She cleaned up his mess, the long and gauzy skirt she were swaying in the breeze from the open back of the car. Her curls strayed in her face and she had to make a constant effort to push them back, sighing as she looked over to him, a pathetic sight indeed. "You know, you're doing all the work for the Capitol if you drink yourself to death first." she sighed, the words like lazy honey, sweet and sticky and strung together. She took the glass gently from him, setting it back on the counter and dabbing at is shirt with a towel.