Two's 67th Hunger Games [Victor: Adria!]

[anathema]

Ally curtsied as her alliance cheered, glancing over at Mitchell as he acted nonchalantly about his punishment. "Very well," she said, her tone threateningly innocent. She couldn't wait to kill him with her allies in the arena; he was a traitor and a weakling, and they did not need him.
When Sally began to talk, Ally was completely silent. She shushed at some of her more talkative companions, and it was not a surprise that the majority of them were boys. Idiots, she thought agitatedly before glancing back at her fellow queen, giving her a smile of deep admiration.
"Yeah, let's party!" Ally shouted excitedly, forcefully bringing the back of her hand to Mitchell's face as she raced past him into the kitchen. "What do you guys wanna eat n' drink?" She then asked, opening the refrigerator door and gazing inside curiously.
What in the hell? She thought, screwing up her face at the sight of all the strange Capitolian refreshments and beverages.

[hilde]

"There you go again!" Said Jack "we would die if we tried to hunt her anyway! It would be her hunting us but luckily her family agreed not to!" He was pretty frustrated so stopped talking. A few minutes later he sighed. "Sorry. I am really mad about being in the games because im worried about my sister Jillian. she doesnt even cry anymore just sits in her room alone ignoring everyone. if i die i don't know what will happen."

Scarlet nodded. "You are right. you should have 12 and i should have 11. district 1 is the best and we will show them that! by the way did i ever tell you you are really hot when you are angry?" she winked knowing her blush was pretty obvious

"let's eat pizza." jonas and will said at once
"We should drink cranberry juice! It is red like the BLOOD of our enemies!" Wilma cried loudly.
Bella kept staring at Frank

[+30mg]

theo warmly accepted clair's presence in his apartment chamber, noting how she was the only person he had shared a bond with in the capitol. he had no intention on neglecting her out of his consideration, and due to that, it is only natural for him to not be disturbed by her presence around him.
"a-ah no... not really..." theo muttered shyly at clair's statement of their intelligence, in the last minute, the male realized that clair was staring at the large bookshelves inhabiting the marble-embedded room. these books of many different colors and genres served as theo's excuse to not feel bad for being inactive outside of his room. but with clair as the only company, his excuse is now null and invalid. it is something to be considered temporary, though.
"Oh, yeah! Your training score! Ten, I'm so happy for you!" theo was surprised as clair suddenly embraced him in a petite hug, he wasnt able to neutralized physical contact with people -- as if this inability is probably passed down in a genetic code throughout the males in the cry family -- was still taken aback by the surprise hug, but he was able to cover up his inability with a small chuckle.
"oh th-thanks for that...! i was really s-surprised too... so..." ending his statement with a chuckle, theo darted his eyes to his sides, embarrassed to see if his mentors is to witness him in such position.

[anathema]

Adria's face went ashen. "I know, I know. We won't hunt her. She has too many allies, it'd be impossible." She glanced down and fidgeted with her fingers before glancing up as Jack mentioned his younger sister. "I know how you feel, Jack. Our families are disconnected because of their deaths that have taken place during these games. A lot of us have lost touch with reality." She felt tears gather in her eyes, but she fended them off; she didn't want anyone to see her like this. She had to keep it inside.
But it was so difficult to forget about Aster and Adonis and how they'd been brutally slaughtered. What if she ended up in the same way? What if she was impaled by a sword, or a mace bashed in her skull? How would she be able to protect her family if she was dead?
There was no time to worry about that. Her emotions didn't matter anymore.
"You won't die," Adria reassured him. "I'll get you home. I promise."

Bauxite roared, "We are the best! That is why we are called District One, of course! The Capitol saw potential in us, and we made sure that we were able to show them it in battle!" He was now very fired up, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he began to a ridiculous dance to the Capitolian music playing on the television. "We are loyal, fierce, and brave!"
If only his siblings could see him now; he looked like a gladiator that had just slain a million lions. His shoulders were pushed back as he pretended to be in a sword fight, thrusting his imaginary rapier through his opponent's abdomen before mimicking the cheers of the Capitol. "Give it up for Bauxite Strong!" He cheered.
He then turned to Scarlet, smirking as the girl told him that he looked 'hot' when he was angry. He winked back before erupting in mock applause and continuing the 'show' he was giving. "But let us not forget about Baux's beautiful mistress, Scarlet Carmine!" He announced as if he were Caesar Flickerman, picking up Scarlet in his arms before parading with her around the living room.

[Memoria.]

Skype:

"The one thing i've heard all my life and the only thing that everyone i know always says is that. The same stuff over and over to the some i'm apparently incredibly stupid, at home i'm invisible, to my older brother i'm smart, to my other brother i'm a nobody and a waste of space. Whatever it doesn't matter now everyone's right the end they can think what they want no matter what tomorrows just going to be another day were people judge because of some stupid sickness. It's not my fault I can't go a month without getting sick." Skype said not really realizing that she just suddenly said everything that had been on her mind for a long time until after she finished her statement. "Sorry that was random i'll shut up now" she said looking over to the ground. In her mind she was just thinking that she should had said anything in the first place.

[anathema]

[ i forgot to get back to you with ally - sorry, hilde! ^^' ]

Ally peeked inside of the refrigerator again, taking out a vial filled the top with a crimson substance. "This is the closest thing I can find to cranberry juice," the girl commented to Jonas and Will. "And it's mine to drink, since I am one of your queens and you two are of the male gender." She then scrunched up her nose at the sight of the two boys. "I don't think there's pizza, though. The Capitolians are too busy eating whatever all this stuff is." She gestured her hand about a plate of various berries and meats before opening the lid to the container of sanguine liquid and taking a sip.
The fluid tasted very tangy and bitter at the same time, and she was taken aback by the strength of whatever was inside the beverage. "What the hell is this?" Ally asked incredulously. "I don't . . ." She took another taste. ". . . Wow, this stuff has a punch."

[hilde]

(it's ok I do that too sometimes)

Jack sighed. "no adria. you have cecily and your family back home. i'm going to get you home." he argued. "it was always what i wanted from the start. i don't care if i die but when you go home just make sure Jillian is taken care of ok?"

Scarlet squealed in joy and giggled as she was carried around the room. "we will be unstoppable!" She cheered "we will win these games easily!"

"Gimme some." Jonas said shoving over Ally and trying to pour some for himself.
Will started crying because ally said a mean thing to him. wilma started yelling at him.
Bella was still staring at Frank

[anathema]

"But Jack," Adria trailed off, unsure of what to say next. Was this what he truly wanted? She wasn't sure. Why would he volunteer to die? He had a chance to get home, but he wanted to make sure she did instead. He had invested his life in her survival, and Adria couldn't express how grateful she was.
At least, not while he was still alive.
He asked her to do all she could to make sure his youngest sister, Jillian, would be alright after he passed.
But what if he didn't? Maybe she would die and he'd make it home, or they'd be the last two tributes remaining, and they'd be forced to kill one another and she'd thrown her knife askew on purpose. Adria knew she'd never be able to hurt him; he was her best friend and the only person from home that she had left. He wanted to die to make sure she got back home to Cecily and the rest of her family.
How could she let him accept his fate?
She would never be able to, but she had to. There was no choice; no second option.
She looked up into his eyes and recognized the altruism within them; this truly was his plan all along. All she could do was nod ruefully and reply, "I will do everything in my power to make sure that Jillian is taken care of."

Bauxite surely felt as if he were on top of the world. He had the most beautiful and strong woman in Panem within his arms, and alongside her, they were unstoppable. Did they even need the support of their fellow Careers anymore? He didn't know. The thought slipped from his mind quickly as he continued to strut about the parlor like a king.
No emotion could have surmounted to how he was feeling right now. He was so incredibly happy that he couldn't even find a better word to describe what he currently felt. After the music on the television came to an end, he placed her back down on the sofa before sitting beside her with an egotistical smirk.
"I've decided that I am going to dedicate my first kill to you," he announced. "In the midst of the bloodbath, after I impale my first victim, I will tell the world that I have slain the tribute in your honor."

"Hey!" Ally exclaimed defiantly. "Let go of that! It's only for Sally and I to drink!"
She continued to try and grab it from his grasp, her face reddening with contempt as she reached for it once again after unsuccessfully doing so about twenty times. "Jonas Jefferson, if you don't give me back that bottle right this instant, Sally and I will give you a punishment! And here's a hint as to what it'll be: Mitchell is receiving a similar consequence at the bloodbath!"
Ally was incredibly fed-up with all the rebellion taking place within her and Sally's alliance. As she had expected, each revolt had been led by none other than men, which made her want to smite the entire male gender for the existence of these two idiots. She was itching to get her hands on a knife to finish off the two pushovers already.

[SunnyJustice]

[The official date for the Games' countdown scene will be next Friday, 3:00 p.m. EST. The gong will ring Saturday morning. For the rest of this week, tributes are free to keep partying, socializing, bragging to fiery redheads, hugging awkward shy guys, anything. ^_^]

At the mention of his punishment, Mitchell just gave an unpleasant snort. He was certain that even if the entire Career alliance attacked him, he could beat them in his sleep, with his limbs chained behind his back. He was silently cheering Jonas on. Together, they would cause a rebellion and take over the most glorious alliance in the history of the Games.
"Jonas Jefferson!" Sally screamed at the top of her lungs, marching over and getting in his face. "How dare you take property without permission! I came up here to talk about your punishment for disrespecting me, now you are being even worse and disrespecting Ally!"
Mortimer, who was sitting on the couch, was making impolite noises whenever she spoke. Sally screeched in rage and threw a pepper shaker at him with all her might. It hit the boy squarely in the forehead. Mortimer stopped making noises.

Clair was sure of three things now. She liked giving hugs, she liked her new friend, and she liked how warm her new friend felt when she hugged him. He reminded her of her teddy bear. Yes, the seventeen-year-old Career still slept with a teddy bear back home. She had to pull away to ease Theo's increasing awkwardness, but she knew she was never going to forget how nice that hug was. The Grant family was highly affectionate, but even for a Grant, Clair was pretty forward.
"Well, it's a good kind of surprise!" she replied cheerfully, looking around the room, her hazel gaze completely aimless. "I love surprises, you know. But, hey, want to talk about the Games so we will get less of the bad surprises? Because those, are, well..." she furrowed her brow, trying to think of a word to impress an intelligent District Three boy. "Bad?"
Well, that worked out pretty well. At least it was something. Grinning, Clair sat down on the couch as if she was at home. It was nice and soft, better than hers for sure. She wasn't complaining, though. Clair was not a complainer at all; she loved life. "Okay. The first thing I think we should do is talk about what the others of our family did, the mistakes they made, and how we can, well, not make those mistakes. You wanna go first with Genesis and Georgina?"

[anathema]

"That is it!" Ally exclaimed, raising to her full height before standing beside Sally. "We have put up with you disgusting men long enough. Sally and I allowed you into the alliance; that was a privilege. You should have been grateful enough for the opportunity! But no; instead, you have decided to rebel against your queens. And for that, you shall be punished. However, Sally and I must discuss the verdict. Meanwhile, how about you learn to act a bit more like Frank? At least he isn't a traitor, and he respects us powerful women and fulfills his duties."
Ally then proceeded to snatch the vial from Jonas's grip before lightly grasping Sally's hand and leading her away from the scene toward the living room area. "What do you think we should do to that revolting misogynist?" She asked.