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[gamemakers]

WHO| Everyone!
WHAT| A Halloween Ball
WHEN| Halloween night
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WARNING/NOTES| None atm. Please tag in your subject lines if anything comes up.

The Capitol had been winding up to this for weeks. More and more extravagant decorations had begun to appear all over the city. Gruesome alleys dripping with gore, houses transformed into creaking, ancient cobweb covered dwellings, flickering ghosts haunting windows and doorways. The citizens themselves had becomes more and more extravagant as the days crept closer, dripping in glitters spiderwebs, hair teased to coil around pumpkins and crows, and decked out in meticulous costumes, often celebrating past victors, and even current tributes.

The ball at the Tribute Training Center wasn't anywhere near the only party that night, but it was the most extravagant, and the most sought after. The decorations had gone towards the classic (perhaps the goverment realizing other areas might move too close to home.) The building had been transformed into a spooky, ancient looking mansion, over taken by spiders and lit with flickering candles everywhere. The tables were spread with unimaginable heaping of treats, from grotesqueness mock organs to sparkling jewel colored sugar covered candies. Avoxs move about, for once literally ghosts, covered in their own shrouds of spider webs and sheer gauze, holding plates of smoking drinks.

Attendance for the Tributes was mandatory. As were costumes. And oh boy did their stylists go all out for this one. It was a parade and a party all rolled into ones and they weren't going to slack on that.

Comments

oh, i do love the crazy, bring it on

[luckofthedevil]

Tears are not something Alex knows how to deal with.

Someone suddenly attacking him, he can handle. But a lady just up and sobbing at him? That he doesn't know how to handle. If anything the tears makes him think of Jack (though she'd never cried quite to the extent this lady is), but he quickly shoves that thought out of his head. He can't think of Jack or home, not right now.

"Are... are you all right?" he asks hesitatingly. Had he done something to upset her?

[slowlydrowning]

Choking down her tears, Annie trembles as she nods, yes.

It's clearly not true.

She doesn't want this. Not any of it. Not to be here. Not to be crying. Not to be talking to him. He isn't Finnick. Not Finnick. Where is Finnick? Why did they take him away? Why is this boy here? She wants to go home.

[luckofthedevil]

"Er... maybe, maybe you should sit down, miss," Alex said as he reached out to gently take her arm. The woman was obviously upset about something. "There's some chairs over here..."

[slowlydrowning]

She shudders at his touch, flinches at the fact that it seems it should be more familiar than it is.

"I'm... I'm sorry," she says and blinks away a tear and lets him lead her away.