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Ophelia wore a little sun dress cover over her bathing suit as she walked through the resort, carrying her binder. She loved being in District Four but she knew there was still a job that she had to do. She had to prepare her tributes for the next couple of days before the arena. It was a lot to learn and go over so she wanted to find her tributes as soon as possible. Of course, once the train had arrived, they were no where to be seen.

Looking all over the place, Ophelia let out a small frustrated huff as she couldn’t find her tributes. Just when she was about to give up, she noticed Troy sitting off by the pool. Smiling brightly, the girl almost skipped over to him. Finding a close by seat, she sat down next to him, putting her pen behind her ear and binder on her lap. “Hi Troy! Not sure if you’ve been hiding from me but I’m glad to have finally found you!”

“I just wanted to go over everything with you. As your escort, my job is to make sure we are prepared and stay on track and schedule. And I also want to know how your attitude as a tribute is going to be. Are you going to be the cool guy? Funny? Charming? Etc.?” She asked him, keeping a smile still on her face.

Troy lounged outside the pool, it seemed like the next best thing, besides training, which hadn’t started yet. He didn’t know what to do other than sit there, sunbathing. Maybe he could’ve been pestering his mentors, learning how to swim, reading, or jogging. And maybe that’s what he would end up doing, the day was still young, after all.

Still, it frustrated him to no end, he needed a goal, something he could set his mind to. Especially after being severely limited these past couple of months, roaming the jails. Only working out, reading, and sleeping.

Regardless of the shape he was in, though, he hadn’t the years of training a career kid did. Espinosa rubbed at the bracelet his brother gave him. His fingers settled on the braided leather. A cocktail sat in his other hand, he sipped slowly on it. The flavors were almost too sweet. He scowled as he lowered the drink from his mouth. “There’s everything and nothing to do.” He looked over at the other for suggestions, a joke, anything. 

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“Yes,” he said with a nod, “let’s sit.” He headed over to the table she’d gestured towards, sitting down in a chair and leaning his crutches up against the table. “It was crazy,” he told her, breathing out. “I was trying to get out of the house and this fucking huge wardrobe-thing fell on me, basically crushed my leg, and I had to kind of crawl out.”

Ophelia smiled and sat down next to him. It was nice to sit down and just relax when there’s a whole herd of people. “Oh my gosh, that’s terrible.” The girl acted shocked. Of course she knew about the attack in District Two but the best thing was to just pretend that she didn’t. “I’m so sorry to hear that! Are you going to be okay? You leg will heal up just fine, right?” She asked him. “Is your house okay?”

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Ophelia had wandered off to get something to drink. After all of the events, she was feeling overwhelmed and just needed a moment to breath. Once she noticed Everett look at her, she quickly gave him a smile and made her way over to him, not wanting him to have to try to walk over to him. She felt sorry about his leg. “Hey!” She said to him happily before letting out a giggle. “I’m sorry! I would never run off! Not without taking you with me, of course.” She smiled at her friend before looking around for open chairs. “How about we sit down for a minute? I couldn’t imagine having to walk around on those things. And I want to hear the story of what happened.” She said, gesturing to the closest open chairs.

He spotted Ophelia across the room and nearly spilled the fruity cocktail that was in his hand, setting it down on a nearby high-top table and going over to her, leaning on the crutches. They were a fucking inconvenience, but the cast made it impossible to walk without them. It was good he’d taken a pill before coming here, though, because he couldn’t hold the glass and move with the crutches at the same time.

“Hey,” he said, relief in his voice at seeing a friend. “I didn’t see you for a bit there, I worried maybe you’d run off.”

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Ophelia hadn’t done much in the rebellion. She first stayed in the Capitol to help aid some of the rebel’s wounds who had gotten hurt. She then traveled to eight and destroyed the records of children who got tesserae that year. That felt like an important job to her because he felt like just because a family was poor, they didn’t deserve to have their names added in more, it wasn’t fair. After all of that was done, she headed to District Seven. Before the attacks had started, Ophelia had dropped off Hawthorn with Willow’s mother to keep an eye on him and to keep him safe. She was now going to pick him up and was more than excited that Willow was home, too.

She sat on the floor and played with blocks with both Hawthorn and Willow. she was terrible at it and mostly just stacked up blocks because that was all she could really do.

Hawthorn looked at Willow’s boat and giggled, he really seemed to like it. He then held up his figure he was making. “A tree!” He giggled. It didn’t look like a tree much besides being brown and green but he was proud of it. And he also had a love for trees. Ophelia tried to make sure of it. She wanted Hawthorn to embrace the half of him that came from District Seven.

Ophelia then gasped dramatically. “What do you mean what is mommy making?!” She asked Willow, acting offended. Hawthorn laughed hard at the show. “I’ll have you know that I made..” She looked at her blocks, trying to find anything that it may have looked like. “It’s a building, of course! See! It’s tall like a Capitol Skyscrapper!” She argued before laughing as well. “Sorry we can’t all be great builders like you and Hawthorn!”

After injuring herself in one of the many altercations in the last two weeks Willow was forced to take time to heal. Given the circumstances she thought that it might be best to remove herself completely or risk wanting to jump back into the fight. So she returned home to spend time with her mother, but also two of her favorite people in the entirety of Panem; Ophelia and Hawthorn. Who had been visiting from district eight and mostly kept away from much of the rebellion much to Willow’s relief.

She was a tad battered and bruised, minus a few cuts and gashes she was better off than most rebels had been. Surely she was going to need to wear something pretty conservative to the ball, but it wouldn’t be as bad as some people like Ashton or Alder were going to need…

Currently she sat in the Livingroom with Hawthorn, playing with some blocks while some lively music blared in the background “I’m building a boat… What are you building?” Willow asked with a smile, before bobbing her head back and forth to the sound of the music. It was hard to imagine the woman ever sitting still, but she was clearly antsy. 

“Better question is, what in the duck is mummy building…?” Willow wondered, with a small snort and a raised eyebrow. Grandma heard the sad excuse of an alternative swear word, and facepalmed from the kitchen.

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Abel felt his shoulder burning as soon as he’d come back to reality, because when the car hit the building, for a moment, he’d knocked himself out. But when he came to, the ache of his shoulder was about all he could concentrate on. He turned to Ophelia, groaned in pain at the movement, but turned to his other side to see where Elias had went, his seat empty now. 

“I’m– I think I’m okay” he nodded, and he knew he had to get out of this car, because right now he was a sitting duck. “Can you help me out?” he asked, trying to keep his arm as still as he could while be undid his belt. 

Abel looked to have been in pain and Ophelia had felt sorry for him. She was terrible with pain and knew if she had been in his spot, she’d be crying. “Good.” Ophelia said quickly, still concerned with his well being. “Of course!” She said she quickly grabbed on to him and kept him steady, helping him out. “Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe and then I’ll look you over, okay?” She asked him, still keeping a hold of him. Ophelia looked both directions before quickly leading him in the direction of somewhere, hopefully, safe.

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Ophelia’s job was to stay in the Tower and try to aid any rebel that may have gotten hurt. She loved to help other people and she figured she could use the medical skill that she had. On her back was a bag full of medical bandages and ointments. Along with a small cooler of ice packs. It wasn’t much but she hoped it would at least help some people. As she wandered the building, she wasn’t finding much, which was a great thing. Finally getting back down to the lobby, she took a deep breath in as no one was around. Deciding to take a small break, she took her bag off her back and sat down, resting against the wall. 

Suddenly on the other side of the lobby, there was a loud crash and the wall crumbled down. It was so loud, Ophelia quickly covered her ears and waited for the dust to settle to be able to see what had even happened. She then saw a car sitting inside of the lobby. “Oh my...” The girl said as she quickly stood up and ran over to the car, coughing as she had breathed in the dust. “Are you okay?!” The girl called out, not able to see who was inside yet.

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“You are back.” Ophelia said to him with a smile on her face. It was weird seeing Atlas again. He had promised her he would be back but she was confused. Why was he doing this? Why become a tribute? It was like a whole different person was standing in front of her. Once a sponsor now a tribute. “Well, I’m here.” She wasn’t sure if she was someone he was looking for. “Are you going to try to win, Atlas?” She got right into it.

“i’m back –” he’d strolled into the lobby like it was nobody’s business, like he wasn’t accompanied by the capitol team. like he wasn’t a tribute. like he hadn’t volunteered. like he hadn’t brought a bunch of kids with him who should’ve known better, who should’ve stayed at home. he’d strolled into the lobby with a bright smile on his face, an almost childlike enthusiasm to him as he welcomed his destiny ( there was this uncomfortable edge to it, though. the clenched jaw, the way he spat his words through gritted teeth, with an urgency that didn’t often overcome him ). “now where’s everyone ?? where’s everybody i need to prove to that i was worth something ?? where’s dale ??”

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Ophelia didn’t have many plans for the day but she definitely wanted to go outside and walk around with Hawthorne while the weather was nice. Hot but she did enjoy the sun on her skin. As she walked out, she noticed Surya outside of her home. She took a step closer to get a better look at the flowers. “Wow, Surya! Those are beautiful.” She and Hawthorne both admired it. “You’ll have to do my house next, I don’t have a green thumb like you seem to.” She laughed.

Surya patted her gardened gloves together to get off some of the soil before dropping them in a little gardening bucket she’d had covered in a fake gold foil. “How do they look?!” she called to Ophelia when she saw her outside. She’d only planted a few flowers, but it still felt like real labor in the growing heat. Though she didn’t like the dirtiness of it all, it was still always an excuse to have a path and lavish in a glass of cold white wine after. And the flowers were very pretty. 

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Ophelia was definitely making her rounds of the other districts this off season or at least had plans of it. She had just gone to District Seven and dropped Hawthorne off at his grandparents house, got him settled, and immediately jumped on the train to District Two. She was more than excited to visit Everett. She considered him a close friend and she also knew how hard it was to adjust from arena to real life. Especially in the case of a clone. Two games back to back.

Once the train pulled up to the train station, Ophelia stared out the window and eyed everyone on the platform, searching for her friend. The doors open and Ophelia stepped off of the train, immediately seeing Everett. Quickly, she made her way over to him with a big smile on her face. “Everett!” She said as she reached him, giving him a gentle hug. “You know, I’ve never been to District Two except for one time, I’m so excited to be here!”

He had chosen to live alone, refusing to let his family move in with him in his new cavernous mansion, and he really didn’t regret it, but sometimes the echo of his own footsteps got to be a bit too much. He was glad to have Ophelia visiting, now that the next Games were on the horizon and he was realizing that he would have to break out of his hermit ways at some point.

He stood at the end of the platform, nervously moving back and forth from one foot to the other, hoping that no one would notice him. He was sure that he was being watched, though, and was relieved when the train finally pulled up and the doors opened, taking the attention away from him.

He waved when he saw her step out onto the platform and started towards her. “Ophelia!”

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He leaned up against the wall, glad to be away from the crowds of people in the ballroom. He tried to smile for her, grateful to her for her sweetness, genuinely, but not sure he deserved it after having done what he’d done in the Arena. “Weren’t you watching?” he asked. “I feel like I don’t really deserve your kindness.”

“Of course I was watching.” Ophelia started softly. The comment immediately bringing the image of Everett and Thomas having an argument which lead to Tommy’s death. The girl tried to shake the thoughts out of her mind as Tommy was her friend too. “First off, you do deserve kindness, don’t ever say such a thing.” She started. “I’ve been in the arena. I’ve watched many games since then. I know that that wasn’t really you in there, Everett.” Ophelia told him genuinely. “In there its kill or be killed. You do what you have to to get in and get out. And you did.” She smiled sadly at him. She even had a kill on her plate but she tried hard to never think of it. “I promise people may seem mad at you now.. but eventually they’ll get over it and never think about it again. “And if people ever give you trouble, you give me a call and I will come and beat them up.”

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“It’s quite rude to comment on somebody’s age, did your parents never teach you any manners?” Dale asked with the start of a scowl, the whiskey dimming his annoyance a little. “That explains it” he nodded then. Of course, although he would have suspected District 10 himself. “What did you have in eight? Dirty water?”

Ophelia couldn’t believe this guy. There wasn’t many things that made her mad but Dale was now definitely one of them. “Yes, they did teach me manners. Which is why I am so nice and caring to everyone else. Talking about age is not rude and nothing to do with manners. That’s just what old people come up with because they are embarrassed about their age. Don’t worry, growing old happens to the best of us.” Ophelia then stared at him shocked. “You said I was being rude when what you said was just very rude!” She started. “Of course I didn’t drink dirty water! Eight is not as far out as you may think.” She knew district eight wasn’t the richest district but her family definitely didn’t struggle.

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“Good point,” he said. “Maybe I’ll go with sweet then.” He wasn’t in a terrible mood; he couldn’t be, not with Everett alive and everything going the way he had wanted it to. He just wished that Everett weren’t shutting him out. He could be with him right now, helping him through the ball, since he seemed a bit out of it, certainly not like he was enjoying himself. “Have you talked to our victor?”

“You can never ever go wrong with sweet!” Ophelia smiled at him, also happy he was in a good mood and wanting sweet. “I have! I feel so terrible for him though.. his hands are literally shaking.” Ophelia told him. “I know this is normal for any victor and he will eventually feel better, but I feel bad for him.” She told him sadly. “I told you he was going to win, though!” She smiled. “Have you spoken to him?”