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thecapitol2014-04-14 01:46 am
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-14 01:46 am
Entry tags:
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ lyle norg,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ topher brink
Thicker Than Blood Start
For Tributes with keen eyes, they'll notice that Peacekeeper presence seems increased and yet infinitely more ineffective in the last few weeks. Peacekeepers seem harried, as do the Stylists, and most of the Escorts titter and plot without alerting the Tributes as to what, exactly, is so exciting. They simply say that this weekend they'll know.
And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.
Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.
And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.
Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.
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"You've gotten so big, little boy." She said with a smile, voice husky with emotions she was trying not to let out.
This wasn't the time or place, but oh it was hard to keep it in.
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For a moment, he stared down at her hands, grin more of a grimace, tears running down his face and through his shark-like teeth...and then when she spoke, the dam broke completely.
He swept in for a tight hug - a real one, arms flying around her torso to hold her tightly - sobbing into her shoulder.
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Now he could pick her up.
She tried to keep a stiff upper lip, to be a strength for him, but even still she felt hot tears at the corners of her eyes.
"Shhhh, shh it's all right. I'm here. Don't you cry."
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His tears were hot where they soaked through the fabric of her clothes. Tears were hotter than Kevin remembered.
"Mom, I didn't think - I didn't think I'd ever get to talk to you ever again...I hoped maybe - did you hear me? On the radio? Do you listen?"
His speech is confused, a grown mind trying to reconcile long forgotten things with years of programming.
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Squeezing tightly, she let out a soft, content sigh. It had been far too long.
"You've been doing well for yourself, yes?" She asked, not sure what to say now. It was rare she didn't know what to say, but here she was struggling for small talk.