junipercolt

[junipercolt]

summer-hazer​:

“Thank you,” Summer muttered in response. She was grateful, absolutely, but this wasn’t any sort of advice she could grasp and apply anywhere. But gifts were good. Gifts could possibly keep her alive, keep her from starvation or dying of thirst. “What’s it like, being a mentor?”

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Juniper sighed. “Difficult. Confusing. I’m so glad Gatlin is here to help me now, I had no idea what I was doing last Games. And now we’ll have you too, when you get out!”

#summer #130

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caroleyre​:

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“Juniper, what works in an arena is not what would normally work. The arena is not the real world,” he explained, feeling frustration scratch at the bottom of his mind. Now this was concerning. “No, I’m good.” He was not going to try out prop fruit, but he probably should keep an eye on her now that she did it.

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Juniper frowned, not understanding. “Of course it was the real world. It happened to me. It happened to you. That was the real world.” It was something she had to tell herself often. There were days she wasn’t sure anything was real at all. Suddenly, Carol’s statement was enough to uproot all the grounding she’d tried to do-- did he feel none of this was real too?

#carol #130

[junipercolt]

hollandwestbrook​:

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Holland smiled just a bit at that before explaining. “No, I mean I’m not interested in men,” she said. “Usually, anyway. But I appreciate that you recognize I could totally beat his ass in a fight.”

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“Oh,” Juniper agreed knowingly, tilting her head down and nodding. “Yes, I think they get to be quite boring too. There are many of them that I think you could... beat their ass.” The phrase was foreign to her, but it had an edge to it that she found she liked.

#holland #130

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summer-hazer​:

Right. That.. had not been helpful. “So… What did Gatlin do to survive?” Perhaps she’d said something to her brother that had helped him to get through the Arena. Or, perhaps she should simply watch their Games to find out for herself. Summer simply didn’t know if she could stomach watching them in there. 

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“I don’t really know that either.” She’d tried to follow Gatlin as much as she could, send him gifts when it seemed right to. But her focus had been compromised, it seemed that she was unable to pay more attention to the Games than taking it in in short bursts without feeling as though she’d been pushed off an edge into the same tension she felt during her Games. “I’ll send you gifts too,” she tried to add quickly, hoping to reassure her.

#summer #130

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hollandwestbrook​:

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Holland barked a quick laugh as if that were the most ridiculous thing she’d heard. The truth was that things had been strange between them since they’d fucked at the Victor’s Ball, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do with that, considering how fucking codependent they both had admitted to being. She felt like she needed Carol and couldn’t lose him. “No, no,” she said, “I don’t swing that way.”

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Juniper’s brow furrowed, puzzled with the statement and its connection to the topic. “What do you mean? I’ve seen you punch, I think you could hit him just fine.”

#holland #130 #had to do it

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summer-hazer​:

“I do.” She thought she could hear herself be a little choked up as she admitted that. Summer didn’t think she had what it took to be a victor, but she wanted to live. She wanted to find her family again. “But I don’t know what to do. Please, help me. What did you do in your Games?” The Hazer family had been well into the wilds by that point. 

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Her expression faltered slightly at the question. What she’d possibly done right in her Games, she didn’t know. In part because she’d been out of her mind with fever for half of it, but in part because she couldn’t point to anything specific she felt she’d done to deserve to win. “I don’t know. I kindof just... did. I outlived everyone, nothing more complicated than that.” At least, she was pretty sure. Trying to think about the Games was difficult, it was blurry, with only sharp, random moments of clarity.

#ruleandtask #Talk with a tribute about your Games #summer #130

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outcfdarkness​:

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He held his hands up, suggesting he’d drop the line. There wouldn’t be any berries for the tributes to practice with now, at least not until they were replaced. “Are they tasty at least?”

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“Very. Is there anything from your Arena that you ate, that you haven’t been able to find again?” She had no idea what his Arena might have been (she barely recalled her own), but she thought it might be something like her own.

#ding dong she thought wrong #130 #Antonio

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caroleyre​:

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“You got these from training?” he raised his eyebrows, suddenly wary. “Then how do you know they are not the poisonous kind? You know, training props are not snacks usually.”

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“They weren’t poisonous in the Arena,” she replied, as if that was all the reassurance anyone needed. “And I’m not dead yet. You’re sure you don’t want to try them? They’re good.”

#carol #130

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hollandwestbrook​:

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“Someday,” Holland agreed, wishing she could peel back, through Juniper’s various delusions and the ways in which she saw the world, so that she could see what was really going on. “And until then you are always welcome at my place. It gets kind of boring and definitely lonely. And if Carol’s there we’ll just kick him out.”

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“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked point blank, ignoring the offer of a place to stay-- she wouldn’t need it, right? She’d seen them talking, but it hadn’t occurred to her he might see her in Six, not unless they were together. Though, she supposed, she and Holland weren’t together and Juniper visited.

#holland #130

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hollandwestbrook​:

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“Oh, you couldn’t ruin it,” Holland assured her, and then added on, “How about whenever you get a permanent home, I’ll bring one to you. Hand-delivered, whatever you want. How is… all of that going?” She didn’t know if Juniper’s situation had stabilized at all but it didn’t sound like it had.

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“It’s all fine,” Juniper insisted, shaking her head at the implication of Holland’s concern. “I’ve found places to stay, mostly. And I’ve seen so many new Districts! Much better than staying back in the home in Ten. I miss my horses at my real home, but... but that’s okay. I’ll have my own someday.”

#holland #130

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thevultur​:

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He breathed out a silent chuckle, as if to say he knew who she was. “Lysander,” he even went for a first name basis, just because of how she’d set the tone of the conversation. If they weren’t talking about Gamemaking, he didn’t see why he should be holding onto titles and formalities. He even stretched out his hand to shake hers.

Juniper took his hand and shook it earnestly. “Do you like working here?” she asked genuinely, gesturing around them to the Tower. She leaned in, as if to share a secret between friends. “I think it’s a bit much, don’t you? But I do like the beds, they’re very soft.”

#lysander #130

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caroleyre​:

“I see no point in sharing anything if everything here is free and at everybody’s reach,” Carol spoke back. There was no stake to her kindness, no grand gesture especially since everything she kept offering was useless to say the least. Still, deep down, he couldn’t help but admire the sentiment. Very deep down.

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Juniper considered that, nodding thoughtfully. “Yes, I suppose you have a point, don’t you?” She ate another berry, but joined Carol’s side to stroll the Training Center with him, not asking if he wanted company. “I think that extra-means I didn’t steal this from a training station then. Since there must be plenty extra. Someone told me I was stealing, but I don’t think they’re right.”

#carol #130

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banshee-grove​:

@junipercolt​

Banshee was growing frustrated with the screen in front of her. It was so oddly sensitive, not like anything in real life. All it took was a gentle brush of her fingers to pick - usually wrong - and then she was back at the start. She was growing more focused, and more aggravated, as she tried again. She tried to convince herself when she got the plant choice wrong that it was the screen’s fault, not hers. She let out a huff, and looked up when she saw a figure passing. She recognized them immediately as a victor. Her annoyance overrode her anxiety, and she blurted, “Did you even need this?”

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“Probably. But I didn’t remember very much of it, no. I ate what I saw others eat.” Come to think of it, she’d taken a lot of cues in the Arena from other tributes, but it seemed to have worked, hadn’t it? Juniper leaned over, close to Banshee, to look at what she was looking at. “Oh no, I don’t know any of these.” She glanced over her shoulder, then dropped her voice to a whisper. “If I were you, I wouldn’t trust that they aren’t trying to confuse us on purpose.”

#banshee #130

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hollandwestbrook​:

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“Yeah, most of the food here is a little too much,” Holland agreed, having always felt that way, even when visiting her grandparents here as a child. “The buck misses you for sure. I just finished a fish, this big bass, they’re tough but i’m trying to get better.” She paused. “You know, if you want one… just say the word.”

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Juniper sighed wistfully at the thought, but of course, it wouldn’t be possible. All she had was a backpack of her few belongings. “I don’t know where I’d put it, I don’t have a home so... I don’t really have anywhere to keep it safe. And what you make is so beautiful, I’d never want to ruin it.”

#holland #130

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outcfdarkness​:

Tony paused as he moved across the training room glancing at the bowl before the girl. “Uh, no thank you. I think those are supposed to be for the tributes to work with.” He hoped she’d washed them before eating them at the very least. 

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Juniper only shrugged, popping another berry into her mouth and angling the bowl back away from the mentor. Nobody had been guarding it, and nobody had stopped her from walking off with her snack. “Well they didn’t seem to be working with them very hard.” 

#antonio #130

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summer-hazer​:

When you win. Summer was hauntingly touched by the faith put in her. Did she look like victor material to this girl? Seeing other Districts would be a dream, but she thought she’d spend most of the time trying to find every member of her family. “And how do I win?” she muttered, uncertainly looking at her mentor. 

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“I’m not sure yet,” she replied breezily, but Gatlin had won, hadn’t he? So had Juniper, without any plan. Couldn’t she figure out pulling her through as well? “Do you want to win?” There was no judgement in the question, only curiosity.

#summer #130

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thevultur​:

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“I don’t look familiar,” he countered softly, without even the energy to fight it. No, there was no point in pressing it. He did look familiar. “Maybe you’ve seen me around the Tower.”

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“So you work here,” she stated, nodding. Perhaps he was a mentor, like she was? She was still learning all of them, it was harder than she’d expected to get them all straight and hold their faces and names in her head. “I work here,” she continued, “I’m Juniper.”

#lysander #130