Wisteria
District 1 
Thirty-Eight
Mentor
Victor
played by Rue
Posts: 15
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Post by Wisteria on Jan 9, 2013 16:06:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac48/Kiode/Salt1_zpsdd9dc2c2.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]The world had changed around this figure, and the knowledge of such had turned her skin even paler than it already was. She had no clue where she was or how she had got there. She had been minding her own business and was taking the back way home when she had walked over a particularly different manhole, only to find herself stumble in the woods the very next second. She frowned deeply, and reached up under her sweatpants, thank goodness she had gone jogging today, to take the knife she always had secured to her ankle off. She took it into her hand, downward facing so she could attack any foes who burst out from the bushes. Though everything seemed bright and sunny around her, she knew better than to fall for that. And even though she knew where the spot was that she had exited from, she wanted to look around and explore this new place a bit. She walked warily into the woods, her dark eyes glinting in the sunlight as she looked around, her dark hair spilling elegantly over her shoulders. The woods seemed calm for now, no-one was chasing her or running out to meet her. She then proceeded to climb the nearest tree as high as she possibly could, looking over treetops at her surroundings. Judging by the foliage and the lay of the land, she seemed to be on the outskirts of District 12. But how in the hell did she get here? Then, she thought of the portal, and smirked in distaste. This must be how the Capitol controlled the districts, through portals like the one she stumbled across. No wonder they could be anywhere at anytime. As she climbed down, fear began to trickle down her spine. What if they knew about her knowing this? The Capitol was famous for taking out people who couldn't keep a secret, and she doubted that being a victor made her an exception. And besides, after all she had said about the Capitol, it was a wonder she wasn't dead already. Then thats when she heard it, footsteps. She paused in her climbing down, and stared at the person approaching, then with a smile she swung down the lowest branch, swinging her feet as she stared like a curious cat. She waited patiently till the other grew close enough to hear her before she decided to speak and announce her presence. "You mind helping me out, sweetheart?" [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Haymitch Abernathy on Jan 9, 2013 16:49:44 GMT -5
Now matter how many times he did it, Haymitch hated to vomit. The stomach contractions, the sour taste in the mouth upon completion, he hated every part of it. But, he did love to drink and unfortunately, until the capitol in their infinite wisdom decided to create a cure for a hangover, he was stuck with the consequences of drinking the vile crap that was sold at the Hobb. But what choice did he have? And given what he knew about the capitol, he figured he was in for a lifetime of throwing up in the woods.
Which is where he was now. He could have been sick in his own home. and he had been, but sometimes he liked to get out and try and clear his head out. Walking in the woods had the duel effect of helping his hangover and helping to try and banish the demons in his mind, at least temporarily.
He was used to his isolation, self imposed as it was. He did not need anyone but himself and no one but him could help him, if he could be helped at all. He came out here alone at night when the nightmares were the worse. When he woke up in a cold sweat biting back the screams. It was here in the shaded grove where he had once contemplated taking his own life, to finish the job that the capital had started nearly twenty four years ago. But he had stopped the act, defiantly not wanting the capital to win.
He was walking aimlessly around, with no real destination in mind, just praying desperately for the headache to stop. When he heard the voice, his head snapped up, instinct making him grab for a non existent knife. "You mind helping me out, sweetheart?" His eyes searched out the source of the voice. He did not have to look long. In a tree just ahead of him and to his right, a strange woman was perched in one of the lower limbs. Her statement dripped of sarcasm and mockery, both things that he could appreciate, but at the same time, he resented being spoken to in such a way.
Getting as close as he dared...he still did not trust people, he looked up at her and with as much dignity as he could muster, he gave her a smirk. "Looks like you are capable of helping yourself there SWEETHEART. So if you don't mind, I'll just go on my way and forget you." |
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Wisteria
District 1
Thirty-Eight
Mentor
Victor
played by Rue
Posts: 15
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Post by Wisteria on Jan 9, 2013 17:25:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac48/Kiode/Salt1_zpsdd9dc2c2.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Wisteria frowned down at him as the smell of alcohol wafted to her nose. She slipped down from her branch, landing on her feet and putting her knife away. She crossed her arms and analyzed him, flipping her hair nonchalantly out of her face. "You certainly don't look okay." she stated with a calm and gentle tone to her voice. She approached him slowly, her eyes watching him carefully before she reached out to place her hand on his shoulder. "I know you." she stated calmly, a soft smile spreading across her lips, this time genuine. "Your Haymitch Abernathy..." she stated calmly, her silver eyes watching for his reaction. She then offered her hand politely forward, smiling softly again at him. "I am Wisteria Jaquez. It is nice to meet you, dear. "She let her guard down a little bit for him, trying to get him to let his down also. Wisteria was not a bad person, just she was heavily guarded, and with good reason. She wouldn't blame him if he didn't shake her hand, but if he mouthed off at her again, she was going to knock him on his butt. No questions asked.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Haymitch Abernathy on Jan 9, 2013 19:28:14 GMT -5
He was well aware that his outward appearance did not match the bravado that he projected, and she was quick to call him out on it. On one level, he could appreciate that, he liked a quick mind, but on the other hand, she was pissing him off mainly because she was doing it intentionally. He knew she was mocking him and even worse, she knew it too. Haymitch had a feeling that standing in front of him was a woman with considerable wit and skill. Those traits, combined with her obviously athletic body made him think that she was a victor from another district.
That's when it hit him. He knew who this woman was now. He should know her with as many games as he had been too, she WAS a victor and he had seen her so many times mentoring sacrifices....tributes, though he had no idea what district she came from, nor did he care. He would have made the connection sooner, but the alcoholic haze in his mind prevented him from doing so.
So she recognized him as well, probably from the same way that he knew her. She had left her perch on the tree and was now standing in front of him, offering her hand in greeting. Wisteria Jaquez, yes, he knew here now, but he still did not know her district. He searched her face, looking for any sign of danger or apprehension. Haymitch was constantly on guard. Being a victor had bred that into him.
For the span of a few seconds, there was nothing from either person. He wanted to take her hand, be friendly, but he was still cautious. Finally, he decided on what to do. He was going to have a little fun. He took her hand as if he was going to shake it, but just as he gripped it, he turned and twisted her arm before flipping her over his shoulder, releasing her hand as he did so. He gave her a look of smug satisfaction as he watched her sitting on her ass in front of him. "I think I am doing just fine SWEETHEART", saying the last word in a sugary sweet voice. |
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Wisteria
District 1
Thirty-Eight
Mentor
Victor
played by Rue
Posts: 15
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Post by Wisteria on Jan 9, 2013 19:58:53 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac48/Kiode/Salt1_zpsdd9dc2c2.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Wisteria gave a shout as she was thrown over his shoulder, and landed on her butt. She stared up at him in surprised silence for a moment, surprised that he would dare to do such a thing. Then, her face hardened as she stared at him from the ground, growing cold and stiff, like marble. She was quick on her feet, but probably quicker at drawing her knife from her ankle. Wisteria charged him, driving her elbow into his gut to knock the breath out of him, and then shoving him onto her back. Then she jumped on him, driving her knees into the crease of his elbows and pressing her knife against his throat just enough that a small trickle of blood slid down his neck. She watched the blood for a moment, silent and deadly, and then refocused her grey eyes on him again. "Listen. I have done nothing to harm you, at least other than this, and I don't take well to being thrown around." she stated calmly, her face slowly starting to soften. "I know I deserved some sort of punshment for prodding you so, but don't you think that was a little extreme? I had at least thought that since I was from District 9 and you from District 12, we would be able to relate.. But I guess after being forced to become a murderer, you change."She then leaned back, tucking the knife away as she stared down at him calmly. "I'm gonna let you up now, so don't attack me. Okay?" She then got up off of him, taking a few steps back to give him space and herself some. She waited till he was up and standing before she spoke again. "And don't apologize. I understand."[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Haymitch Abernathy on Jan 9, 2013 20:30:16 GMT -5
He had the brief satisfaction of knowing that he had caught her by surprise before his entire world changed. He should have expected some kind of counter attack, she was a winner after all and you did not win the Hunger Games by being slow on your feet. What he had done he had done out of instinct, but yes, he did get a perverse kind of pleasure from it as well. Some of the game bred skills never totally left.
Not only should he have anticipated her attack, he should have been able to defend it. But his age...aided by the bottle had slowed him down considerably, and before he knew it, he had had the air knocked out of him before being pinned to the ground with a knife at his throat. For a few seconds, he had a series of game flashbacks, and he had to fight every urge he had to kill her, if he even could. But then she spoke, and his entire perspective changed. "Listen. I have done nothing to harm you, at least other than this, and I don't take well to being thrown around." she stated calmly, her face slowly starting to soften. "I know I deserved some sort of punshment for prodding you so, but don't you think that was a little extreme? I had at least thought that since I was from District 9 and you from District 12, we would be able to relate.. But I guess after being forced to become a murderer, you change."
It was as if she had read his mind. If the situation was reversed and he had been the one that had been attacked first, he would have done the same thing that she did, so he really could not blame her for that. She had even admitted that she deserved what he had done to her, but he was not so sure he would have done that. Something inside of him changed then, a switch flipped so to speak, but he had no idea what it was.
She let him up and he did so slowly, trying to process this new information. She understood. She understood what he felt and what he had gone through. But of course she would. She was a fellow victor and only a victor could understand the personal hell that the arena brought. Numbly, he was working on autopilot now, he stepped in front of her and did the only thing he could think to do.
He kissed her square on the lips. |
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Wisteria
District 1
Thirty-Eight
Mentor
Victor
played by Rue
Posts: 15
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Post by Wisteria on Jan 9, 2013 21:04:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac48/Kiode/Salt1_zpsdd9dc2c2.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Wisteria smiled softly at him as he stood there, but then he took a step toward her, her guard went up, but not fast enough. His lips were on hers, and she froze, startled by his action. Then, she gave in and kissed fiercely back, her hand reaching up to entangle in his golden hair. Then when they pulled away, she let go, staring at him calmly for a moment. However, the moment of calm didn't last as she reared back and punched him in the face. Her face reflected the rage boiling over inside of her as she shook a fist at him. "How dare you!?! You barely know me!" she growled at him, her hair falling over her shoulders as she stared him down. "You better come up with an explanation, and you better come up with one now!" she shouted at him, her eyes narrowed.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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