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konnerbohr​:

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It was muscle memory from his military training. It was self defence. He did not mean to. The other tribute had come at him. It was instinctual. There were a few excuses that Konner could try to provide for this situation. He did not even have to lie, for the most part. None of them, however, would change the fact that he had hurt someone very badly.

The metal tray he had hit Shiloh on the head with was still there on the counter, dented in a rather telling shape. His own blood was still trickling down his nose–had Shiloh broken it?–and onto the otherwise spotless floor. The strangulation marks on Shiloh’s neck perfectly matched his fingers. Was the District 9 tribute dead or merely passed out? Oh god oh god. What had he done? Had someone seen him? Had someone seen Shiloh? Oh god. He did not want the others to think of him as a killer. Why? Because that was not who he was! Plain and simple. Konner located the door to the freezer and, thinking on his feet, began dragging Shiloh by the wrists.

It felt like the temperature inside the freezer was dropping lower every minute. That could not be true, though, right? No matter, he was not going to stay long. He just needed to get Shiloh out of sight. But the adrenaline had left him now, leaving only fear and desperation, and try as he might, he was not strong enough to shove Shiloh into the corner rack.

At some point, the blood from his nose had frozen over. His teeth were chattering and the air grated at his pharynx. Fuck, it was cold. Maybe if he just sat down and thought for a little bit, took a short break, he could figure this out. But then the door opened again behind him, and Konner was forced to fight the weakness in his limbs and the drowsiness clouding his mind to turn around.

She was sore all over, but at least her feet were safely back on the ground. Sometimes, she still felt as though she was beginning to float again, feet leaving the ground as she was headed for a window far up on the ceiling, impossible to reach had it not been for gravity taking a break for a little while. Her hand hadn’t stopped aching since she’d fallen on it not even an hour ago. She still had hopes that it would get better, but she worried if the injury was more longterm than short term. 

The entire ordeal had gotten her closer to the kitchens, and the closer she got, the more her stomach began to grumble. 

In the spacious kitchen, Summer began her search for food. She wasn’t well versed in technology, so she stayed away from the michrowaves out of principle, but she couldn’t find much else to eat other than some strange looking packets, and some stray dishes and cups in the drawers. 

Whatever cabinet she looked into, she came up empty handed. Summer frowned as she turned around herself, slowly. Once, twice. Where else could she look for food? Then, something caught her eye. A door, open just the slightest bit, while an odd noise was only faintly audible through it. A little bit like something was being... dragged. 

Hesitantly, Summer approached, reaching out to tug the door open once she’d reached it. She froze, similarly to Konner but not quite, when she took in the scene in front of her. “What- Uh,” she stammered. She took a step back. Talk about wrong place, wrong time. “I didn’t see anything,” she uselessly supplied. As though that would stop him from killing her too. She didn’t know the boy from Thirteen, but maybe he was more merciful than she was giving him credit for. At least she hoped he was. 

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Summer

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rheassurance​:

Rhea reached out for the first thing in reach, not even looking properly at what she was grabbing. What felt urgent was to get something (anything at all) and get out, even if getting out translated as jumping again, which she dreaded the thought of. Moving was proving to be less simple than expected, and for that, before she could tell, gravity had brought her and Summer together. Although the two tributes only briefly interacted before, it made Rhea uncomfortable to imagine that they were maybe about to hurt each other. 

Rhea held onto the floating mirror (which she didn’t even need) and, with her eyes, she tried to plead with Summer. She then realized she was wearing a big helmet, and resorted to voice, reminded of the boy from District One. As her mind briefly went there, a shudder crossed her entire body. 

“Please, I just want to get out of here!” And yet she did not let go of the item.

Rhea’s voice was projected into her helmet, tinny speakers blaring in her ears. Summer’s heart rate sped up further. She didn’t need this stupid mirror, but getting away from this empty handed would feel worse than seeing how tired she looked every time she’d catch sigh of her own reflection. The Capitol was watching her as the sister of a victor. Gatlin was watching her and banking on her to get out of that Arena. She wasn’t about to disappoint anyone. “Then let go,” Summer croaked out, wondered how her own voice sounded to Rhea. “Let go of the mirror and you can get out of here. I won’t do anything to you.”

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@rheassurance

Getting to the Cornucopia proved harder than she'd thought it would be. Summer had shoved herself off the platform and towards the steadily floating items at the ship's core with as much power as she could muster up, but she was trying to steer herself towards her destination with awkward failings of her arms and legs, and she felt as though she was being held up by the nape by a merciless giant who wouldn't let her back down to her feet.

Gradually though, she moved closer. And then, she reached her hand out in anticipation, successfully blocking out the other tributes floating towards the Cornucopia as well. She almost had it, the twinkling item beginning to float right by her. Almost, she had it in her grasp. She heard her own breath dully, crackly in her ears. Almost-

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STARS ABOVE // EARTH BELOW

Summer hardly remembered anything of what’d happened to get her to this point. 

She woke up disoriented, and as she heaved out a heavy breath, hot air blew right back into her face, glass in front of her eyes fogging up for a moment before it cleared again. Sluggishly, she came to her feet. 

Memory came back to her in flashes, as she attempted to regain balance, arms flailing clumsily as she was wrapped up in the thick suit. Saying goodbye, stepping onto the hovercraft, loosing consciousness. She was confused. Confused to a point where hot tears welled up in her eyes as she stumbled forward and pressed her gloved hands against the glass wall right in front of her. 

It was then, that she finally focused enough to look around. She was encased by glass walls, to the front, the back and her sides. On either side of her was another glass cubicle, tributes beginning to wake up inside. To her left, her District partner Morta. To her right, she thought she could spot Banshee. 

And outside- 

Oh, outside, there was the expanse of the Arena. The cornucopia and items seemingly floating around a star in the middle, a gigantic spinning circle beyond that. And all around, vast nothingness, blackness interrupted by countless twinkling stars. 

This couldn’t have been real, could it? She couldn’t have been... All of them couldn’t have been in space, could they? Up above the clouds, when she’d never even been above the ground more than two meters? 

A quiet ticking began to sound in her helmet and her breath sped up. They were in space. Summer Hazer had once lived in District Ten, then the wilds and then a prison. Now, she could possibly be dying hundreds of miles away from her home planet. 

With nothing but a quiet hiss, the walls began to move. First, the front wall slipped away, soundlessly sliding down. Then, the sides began to close in. 

No. No no no, she wouldn’t have to jump out there, surely? The answer was a disappointing yes, as the glass closed behind her back, pushing her closer towards the edge. Summer let out a yelp, a dull sound in the small space her helmet provided. The Gamemakers must’ve wanted everyone out, out fighting at the Cornucopia. 

A breath, a sound stuck between a whine and a sob escaped her, while she tried to scratch together some semblance of courage. 

Closing her eyes, Summer finally found at least a glimpse of it. 

With all her might, she jumped. 

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banshee-grove​:

Banshee was confused as she tried to follow along. “The woods? Like… the Wilds?” Eleven was far from the Wilds, but she always imagined them looking like the far reaches of the graveyard - unkempt and likely to leave one covered in scratches. “I suppose that’s what led to the, uh, prison,” she reasoned with herself aloud.

“Yeah,” Summer snorted as she confirmed the girl’s words. “That’s what led to the prison. But hey, look at me, I’m sort of free now, before the next prison sentence.” She glanced over at Banshee. “Have you ever seen the Wilds?”

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ruleandinterviews​:

Calix gently tapped the space under his eyes, as if touched to the point of tears and trying to preserve his make-up. “Thank you for this, Summer. I do hope you all find each other soon, for a traditional Capitol happy-ending!” The cheerfulness in his voice hid all the irony behind his words. Instead, he turned to Summer, very personally, and the cameras zoomed on her liquid eyes, too. “So when you are back, what is the plan? What can we expect from this victorious sibling duo that you and our dearest Gatlin will be?”

Summer didn’t answer for a moment. What was there to say, except repeating herself? What could they expect from a victorious sibling duo such as herself and Gatlin, that wasn’t just... staying alive and finally being together as a family? “Lots of more victories for Ten,” she finally decided to say. “That’s an important bit, right? The mentoring thing. And for the other stuff, I think just living sounds good right now.” 

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vix-holt​:

“You lived in the wilds?” Vix turned, suddenly interested. She’d be good in a natural arena, wouldn’t she? That’s where Vix might struggle, she had little experience with the great outdoors. “I can fight” she lied.

“Yeah,” Summer shrugged. She’d said it so often now,  but sometimes it made people understand, and she always liked it when their puzzled looks, and their comments about her being strange gave way to some friendliness. Vix’s next comment surprised her, though. “Oh, you can?” she asked, wide eyed. “Where did you learn that?”

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gatlin-hazer​:

“I was supposed to be there. This wasn’t supposed to be on you,” he told her against the shudders of her sobs. Supposed tos and should have covered his life like pox these days, and Gatlin couldn’t shake the weight of them. He was supposed to go into the wilds with them, supposed to fight in the rebellion, supposed to volunteer for Marley, supposed to lose the Games. He’d failed the people he loved in every imaginable way, and he wondered all the time if he’d done any one of the things he was supposed to have done how much would be different today. Instead, he’d abandoned each of those things when they’d gotten hard.

“You’ll see ‘em again,” he insisted, but his stomach rolled with the words. He was supposed to get Summer home– had to get her home– and he was so afraid of failing her again. Gatlin hardly knew how he got out of the Arena most days, and he didn’t know how to get Summer out, didn’t know how to save her. Gatlin had been angry every day of the last six months, but today, he was scared.

“You’re gonna get out, and they’re all gonna be here waitin’ for you, I promise.” He’d put things back together again, the way they were supposed to be. “Hey, I want to hear about the wilds,” Gatlin said working to sound more positive than he felt as he released Summer from the hug. “‘Cause I want to hear everything from you before the twins start tryin’ to tell me bullshit stories.” Two years felt like a lifetime, and he wanted to hear about who Summer was now.

You’re gonna get out, and they’re all gonna be here waitin’ for you, I promise. 

This was eating her alive. Her arms around Gatlin’s shoulders tightened. This was what it would feel like, wasn’t it? The first hug she’d gotten in years and she already refused to pull away from its warmth. But the hope, the hope made it all so much easier to cling to. Perhaps one day, she’d hear the twins laugh again, be nestled in her parents’ arms and feel their love radiate through every touch. She could play with Winnie, and hear Laurel loudly argue with someone in the background, entirely convinced and secure in her opinions. She felt like fragmented parts of a person without all of them, and right here with Galtin, she’d regained one of them. 

But, sooner than she’d have liked, he released her from the hug, and Summer sniffled, wiping at her tears as she shuffled back a little. A watery little giggle left her. “Oh, they’ll for sure tell you all about the bears they saw, and valiantly defeated. There was no bear, to be clear. They just really, really wanted to see one and put too much of their imagination on loud cracking in the woods. Saw a whole bunch of foxes, though. And Dad taught me how to make traps and catch some animals...” There was a bigger elephant in the room than her time in the wilds. “How was, um, the Arena?”

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ruleandinterviews​:

Calix blinked, and kept his eyes no the tribute as she spoke. “Well.” Calix sighed, and turned a look that was a mix of pity and sympathy more toward the audience than Summer. “That is a big ask. And you know, tributes are not able to have contact outside the Tower. I’m sure, however, that you have new friends on the other side of that screen,” he gestured toward the cameras with a wide sweeping motion of his arm, “who would like to help you and your brother. Tell us what it was like, to see him again. And if you could say anything to your family now, what would you say?”

Hope irrevocably blossomed in her chest. It was a little dangerous, but Summer had no chance to stop and consider this. Her gaze flickered from Calix, to the crow, back at Calix. “It was... crazy,” Summer let out a laugh, realizing that she sounded more like a broken record than much of anything else. “I mean, I didn’t know he’d won. I’m so happy he got out of the Arena alive. But.. I’d missed him so much,” she’d hardly even told Galtin that, and here she was, baring their meeting story to the entire nation. What could she say to her family now? Her eyes found the camera he’d gestured to, earlier. “Uh,” she swallowed heavily. There wasn’t much. The rest, she could tell them once she was back out of the Arena. If she made it out of there. “I’m sorry, for everything,” her voice gained a hoarse quality. “When I’m back, I’ll find all of you. I’ll find you all, and we’ll be together again. I promise.”

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avenue-barcroft​:

“A runaway?” Avenue asked, her mouth hanging open slightly at the thought of it. “Where did you runaway to?” She asked, conjuring images of the girl fleeing on the trains of Six or through the mountains of One. Suddenly, Summer was less of a person standing in front of her and more of a character straight out of some great and terrible adventure. It was fascinating to Avenue. “I’m sorry, I’m being so completely nosy right now. I’ve just never met anyone who was a runaway or a prisoner.”

“Oh, just... you know, the wilds.” Was there another place to run away to? Her conversation with Knox re-entered her mind. Perhaps they could’ve run to Thirteen, had they only surfaced a little bit earlier. Her family could still be together then. “No, you’re fine,” she smiled, just a little uncomfortable. “It’s not that interesting anyway. Prison is mostly really boring.”

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banshee-grove​:

Banshee could only nod in agreement at first. It was odd to meet so many very new people. Usually, in her part of Eleven, everyone knew everyone. Even some people from farther out in the district who came to the cemetery knew at least her father’s name. “Did you grow up in a place like this?” she asked, eyeing the walls that looked so clean she felt like she was doing something wrong just walking by them.

“Oh, no, not even close. I lived in Ten, then for a year in the woods, and then in prison. Nothing like this, ever.” Her movements mirrored Banshee’s as she looked up at the walls. “It’s so weird, right? Like a whole different world out here. They have all this here and don’t even think to share.”

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vix-holt​:

“I’m okay” Vix shrugged, uninterested in silly little puns when all she could think about was if her daughter was being fed and changed. “Have you any good skills?” She asked then, moving the conversation to something more useful.

Right. Down to business. Did Summer want this girl as an ally? Right there and then, even after talking for a little while, she wouldn’t trust her farther than she could throw her. And Summer, respectfully, threw like an amateur. “I can build good traps, for survival,” she nodded. “I lived in the wilds for a year. You?”

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rheassurance​:

“Luck doesn’t cover it when you’re Reaped for the Hunger Games,” she smiled sourly, though being Reaped had nothing with chance in her case. Rhea had planted it, taking tesserae without as much as needing it. In hindsight, that wasn’t the smartest cry for attention. “I know. Is it not strange, thinking it was never done before? It puts things into perspective.”

“It does,” she smiled, though it was the slightest bit tight-lipped. Summer looked away for a second. “Is it look, and doing what you have to do? That seems like the sort of combination that would decide these things. I don’t want to kill anyone.”

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rheassurance​:

She nodded, noting the answer and appreciating the ingenuity and lack of arrogance. “I think anyone can win. Isn’t that the point of the Games? Sometimes, the unexpected one gets away, and it’s amazing. Though, with your brother being a victor, I’m sure it’s expected you do well, which you will.” They were rivals and yet, she couldn’t help but encourage her too.

“Yeah, but it’s also luck. And I’ve never been the luckiest,” Summer chuckled awkwardly. “I mean, I’m here. Look at me.” The encouragement of the tribute made something warm settle in her chest, something equally lightweight as it was heavy. “You’d be the first Capitol victor, if you won,” she pointed out. 

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junipercolt​:

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!”

“You’re really confident that I’ll be the next victor, aren’t you?” Summer chuckled, a little sorrowful. She found that it already stung a little, the prospect of letting this girl down. 

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indyofit​:

Indy balked, shocked by the information. How was a Victor’s sister in prison? Particularly someone as… well, non-threatening as Summer seemed to be. Indy made a mental note regardless that there might be something else lurking beneath. “Prison? For what?!”

“Running away,” she shrugged, as though it was no big deal whatsoever. “I don’t know where they put the rest of mine and Gatlin’s family, though. I’m trying to focus on finding them.”