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// * CLOSED STARTER  |  @vxctxrx  --- royce carter ix

WHEN THAT LITTLE NUMBER FLASHED ACROSS DWIGHT ONLY SAW RED.      it was taunting them.   the gamemakers were taunting them.  a friendly reminder of the chances they had of bringing home a winner that year.   a whole one point.    dwight couldn’t bare to sit in the viewing room a moment longer.   everyone else wanted to talk.  he didn’t.   he was pissed  ---  for once,   he wasn’t referring to be drunk when he said that.   he hadn’t been this angry at a tribute before  but  he didn’t watch the girl die for this.   he wasn’t prepared to watch poor finley die for this... for this idiot who’d probably wind up out living both by sheer luck. 

he didn’t want to see royce for the rest of the games if possible.   fate had other ideas.   as dwight paced up  &  down through the hallway he spotted him.   like a bull who’d just seen red,  he charged  straight down the hall towards him.     he was really trying this year to bring home a winner.   he wanted to make this year the one where he changed  EVERYTHING.   he changed his own fate,   he’d change one of his tributes fate.    that wasn’t going to happen.   not now.

‘ you! ’    was the only warning he gave royce as he lunged towards him,  shoving him back against the wall with all the strength he’d let build up.     his left hand reached out,  pinning royce by the neck.   dwight had forgotten how strong he could be when he was angry.    ‘ oh, i have officially had it with you. ’   he spat,  almost laughing.  the veins in his forehead were pulsing.   he didn’t give a shit.       

dwight locked eyes with royce,  his whole body trembling  ‘  i’m gonna ask you one question  & i want one honest answer. ’     he said,  tightening his grip on his neck ever so slightly,  ‘ do you want to DIE?  because let me tell ya;   if that’s the case... ’    his head tilted to the side,   eyes trying to burn holes in royce as he lowered his voice to just above a whisper,  

 ‘ ...i might as well get it over with right here. ’

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// * CLOSED STARTER  |  @vxctxrx​  ---  royce carter ix

DWIGHT WASN’T INVITED TO THE MOTHERS MEETING.   as a matter of fact,    raf had walked straight past him  &  gone to francis.    if  dwight gave a shit,    he’d be offended.  thankfully he was too sober to get caught up in the playground antics.   sometimes he wasn’t sure how he’d managed make his fellow mentors despise him so much to ignore him when he was   the man with all the answers.

their tribute was a morphling addict.   that they could figure out on their own.  didn’t take a genius to spot the vacant look in his eyes or the way he couldn’t put a full sentence together.    where the other men had been stupid,   was to ignore the fact that they had a recovering addict in their midst.

he shrugged as they continued chatting,   turning out of the main part of the carriage  &  heading down the narrow hallway towards the room the boy had retired to.    he picked up an apple on the way.    yes,   dwight was well aware alcohol was very different to morphling.     addiction was addiction at the end of the day.    it was worth a shot.

he had to have a game plan as he walked in.   he did.   he opened the door of the compartment  &  threw the apple the boy.    hard enough to get his attention,   soft enough to not leave a bruise.     he regained his composure as if he hadn’t just done that,   looking at the boy,     ‘ get the  FUCK   up,   or i’ll go  &  get something harder.  ’

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CLOSED STARTER  |   @harlowvale

‘  &  WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDIN’  ALL NIGHT? ’     he crept up behind the red-head like a ninja.   his ability to sneak up to a bar undetected as strong as ever .    dwight had been on the hunt for his second drink of the night when he saw her sat there.  one of the only people who didn’t make him feel bad about drowning his sorrows:     harlow vale.

the bar was pretty quiet.    the polite thing to do at social events was grab your drink  &  mingle with the rest of the crowd.   he’d never been very good at the mingling side of things.   his personality was like marmite.    in fact,    he probably wouldn’t have even searched for harlow that night if she hadn’t been at the bar.    slowly,    he slid onto the stool next to her,    unsure if she’d heard him announce himself moments ago.    holding up a finger,     he gestured to the bartender,     ‘ excuse me kind sir --- i’ll take my regular please, double    &  a whiskey for the lady.  ’    he turned his head towards his guest as the bartender went off to collect the drinks,    ‘ see,   i remembered this time. ’  he didn’t feel like having a repeat of the  scotch incident.

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new tag dump !!

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dwight tag dump!