#ofxcadences

[fatefought]

where: cadie's hotel room

who: cadie kentwell & coriolanus snow ( @ofxcadences )

lights were off, other than a set slightly dimmed by the obligatory office space in the hotel room. cadie kentwell was a tremendous victor of the hunger games. she chose an incredibly drab hotel to reside in. opulence should adorn her, though he supposes clove meeting her demise may have permanently hindered the older sister. such a shame ; such a waste. coriolanus would have preferred a victor from district two the previous year as well. had cato and clove been the final two, a sudden rule change would not have been necessary.

still, he waits. peacekeepers stand guard at hall exitways. should cadence attempt to forgo this sudden meeting, she will be stopped. it's never wise to turn a back to president snow when he wishes to have a conversation with another. it's only poor manners to deny.

[snowfuls]

victors lounge during the third quarter quell with @ofxcadences .

her dear domitila could paint as many pretty pictures about their district two team being something of a family as she likes... but ask enobaria and she'd tell you ( in confidence ) that it's a tale of two halves. and ezra klair heroically volunteering for the seventy fifth hunger games had only deepened the divide. forcing battle lines to be drawn throughout their camp — mostly of her own design, she'll admit. but thea and cadence had forced her hand first. seeing as neither victor had given ambrosia a second glance before deciding she must be cannon fodder in their own grand plan. a particularly heartless move given how closely she resembles the late kentwell sister. but they are "family"... the mentor, the tribute and the victor and therefore, they must be allowed to jeopardise their own district's chances, surely? enobaria thinks not and makes little secret of her distaste for the bias tainting district two's team this year. so much so that she's talked brutus to her side, something that only strengthens her resolve. the old man always did have trouble saying no to her.

the elder of the two victors likes to have her back to a wall when she can. it asserted something resembling dominance... and meant nobody could sneak up on her either. not that anybody who ever tried would get away unscathed. she's sipping on some innocuous, neon fizz, the holo before the pair projecting the dullest of games footage : the tributes sleeping! it's what prompts enobaria to finally speak up, ❛ i see ezra took out the man from twelve. ❜ she's poking, prodding. just like the kids at the academy would do to her in their youth. only now, in her fame and notoriety, she's the one standing tall. cadie is no enemy of enobaria's though. it's simply that there are easier, more obvious buttons to push when somebody has something on the line and enobaria... well, she's in desperate need of something to do. two days into the games now and scarcely anything had occurred, outside of their district's strong showing, that is. ❛ you think that's retribution for clove? ❜ enobaria asks, genuinely curious. her gaze alight with provocation and focused entirely upon the elder kentwell. the only kentwell now. she doubts it's actually retribution, given what follows but they could certainly spin it that way. their team or the pair of clowns currently commentating over nap time in the arena. something... anything to draw focus from the fact he'd let katniss everdeen's aunt run free. it's funny. for all the effort thea had channelled into his survival, it didn't seem to enobaria like his heart is in it... at all.

[fatefought]

a hand moves to her mug, moving it to the halfway point of the coffee shop table. " it is, want to try it ? it's lavender, " annie offers with a warmer smile. seeing cadie offers a slight comfort with the quarter quell beginning today. she's appreciated their newfound friendship. with both fletcher and ezra within the walls of the arena, she could only assume how cadie feels. it's probably isn't the same ; the two from district two seem to have a warmth that annie and her biological father will never have. but that still doesn't make the situation easier. fletcher hadn't volunteered. he didn't ask for this.

she wants to reach across the table and hold cadie's hand in hers, but she's not sure if cadie is the tactile type. and though it would comfort annie if someone did that to her, she doesn't want to make the other uncomfortable. instead she nods, " oh good. " though she assumes cadie is saving face at least to some extent. she wonders how thea is doing at the moment. " as good as i can be, " she softly responds. fletcher wasn't hurt or put in unavoidable danger yet. " that sounds wonderful though. i'd love to have dinner with you tonight. "

The pairing of Annie and Cadence was probably quite unexpected. Whilst the victors did tend to make friends, a pairing such as this, was usually unheard of. Whilst they were both from career tributes, they were both very different. In a world where the games didn't exist they probably wouldn't have been friends. Cadence was slightly annoyed at herself that it taken nearly a decade for her to actually bother to get to know Annie. Of course, Cadie's change in views, and decision to try to be nicer, probably had meant they'd connected better now. But she did feel that maybe she'd missed a few years of having a good friend.

"That looks yummy." Cadie nodded towards the coffee. She herself had been quite boring, and just had a normal coffee, with a dash of vanilla in. She tended to stick to what she liked, especially when it came to her coffee. Cadie bit her lip, looking away from a few moments. She couldn't tell Annie how she truly felt. Not here anyway. Although most people were talking in hushed tones, she could not trust that someone was not listening to them. And so, she would have to pretend. "I'm okay." She mused with a shrug, looking back at Annie. "Better than I thought I would....." Which was actually quite honest. "The arena is so different this year..... " She trailed, and then just smiled. "Are you?" It felt a little ungenuine, but she did truly care about how Annie felt. "You should come back to my hotel room later. We could have dinner together." It was an unspoken invitation for them to be alone so they could probably talk.

[calofhearting]

Location: cadie's favorite cafe, day five @ofxcadences

With each passing day, it seemed that the Games were going to be over before they all knew it and Calista wanted to enjoy her time left in the Capitol before she went back to Two. In some ways she couldn't wait to sleep in her own bed, to see her parents again, and to check on them. But another part of her didn't want to leave. The Capitol was a lot, sure, but there just...seemed to be so much to do here, and maybe it was just escaping District Two and her boring life there. Going back home meant getting back to her life and it meant having to figure out what she wanted to do and being haunted by her brother too.

When Calista suggested that she and Cadie meet up, Cadie suggested this cafe near her hotel. It felt weird, to meet Cadie in the Capitol, mostly because it felt weird to see any of the people from District Two in the Capitol.

She was glad that Cadie was already seated towards the back and she weaved her way through the tables. It was busy, which was nice, maybe nobody would bother them. Maybe it had been a mistake revealing their sibling's pasts, and the last thing she wanted was to talk about them.

"Hi, sorry I'm late. I got a bit turned around trying to find this place. I hope you weren't waiting for too long."

[ceceliaknowsbest]

Setting: Early Afternoon, a few hours before the Tribute Parade @ofxcadences

The District Eight tributes were currently getting ready for the parade later that evening, her husband and children were settled in at the hotel, and Cecelia needed a distraction. There was a certain horror to the Games this year that hadn't been there last year. It was hard for her to wrap her mind around the tributes being so much older this year. Last year had been a blur of newborn exhaustion and she hadn't done her best mentoring. All she had wanted was for the Games to be over and to return back to District Eight. She felt the same, but at least Sterling was in the Capitol to help her get through this.

Standing in the lobby of the Training Center, she turned her head when the elevator door opened and Cadence Kentwell stepped into the lobby. Cadie was someone she knew well, and while she wouldn't say that they were friends, she had thought of her over the last year, since Clove's death. Cecelia didn't always like Cadence, but she was grieving, and Cece's heart went out to her.

"Cadie, hello," she greeted, smiling at her. "I was hoping to run into you. How are you?"

[incaensio]

setting : late on the first day of the games, district two's apartments in the training center with : cadie kentwell ( @ofxcadences sent : can you shut up ? )

she has officially lost the number of cups of coffee she's had today at around two in the afternoon — by then, it had been something close to eight, but domitila knows all the caffeine has been diluted in the several cocktails she's had throughout the day, plus all the walking here and there and, of course, the talking. there was only a few moments of silence on her day today, and it had been during the bloodbath; after that went wonderfully, she went on to switch between talking up ezra and ambrosia and commenting about other tributes' presentations thus far which were poor, to say the least. it's not the most eventful opening day, yet there is plenty to rejoice about when the career pack — especially her tributes — are the highlights.

she is still blabbering away alongside the two prep teams as they walk from the elevator to the apartment, certainly vacant but soon to be filled by both the blabbermouths and brutus — as naturally handsome as the mentor was, he knew the benefits of being taken care of, and as the face of the team, they already had a tradition of mutual obedience: he'd come twice a day to get pampered, and she'd be there with the make up artists to make sure he looked as well as he should (of course, thea doesn't adhere to this regiment, but that's why brutus is there too: to update on things, including on his obnoxiously stubborn partner). to her surprise, it is not brutus they find, but cadence. their encounter the night before had been rather unpleasant, and if domitila was particularly resentful, she'd have told on the victor (to whom? she has not settled yet), but domitila thinks herself magnanimous.

yet, as cadence interrupts conversation, she laughs, sharp. "maybe you can reprimand me if you were not overstepping yourself, darling. your stay here has been nine years ago, have you forgotten? the security these days sure is poor…" she sighs, makes a motion with her hand so the teams will scram elsewhere. "i've told you to remember your manners, cadence. don't make me repeat myself on a day like this again, please."

[dellcartwrights]

Setting: Caesar's after-party, Pre Broadcast @ofxcadences

Delly was embarrassed to admit it (she wouldn't even admit it to Peeta) but she was a little bit...starstruck seeing famous Capitol people and Victors. She didn't even know why because she was best friends with Peeta. But that was different because he was Peeta. It was a strange feeling, too, because back home Delly was never shy. Peeta always teased her that she never stopped talking and she was usually the ringleader in their group of friends.

But all of these people seemed so different and so much more...elegant than she was and it made her feel weird. She didn't like the feeling. She almost wished that she and Peeta were back at the hotel hanging out.

She was wandering around the Museum and nearly bumped into someone. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She apologized. When she looked at the other person she recognized Cadence Kentwell, the Victor from...Two, she thought. She was intimidating and she was so glad she didn't actually bump into her. "I didn't spill anything on you, did I? Your dress is so pretty, I hope I didn't ruin it."

[eventiderpg]

Connection For: Cadence Kentwell Relationship: Potential Romantic Partner Canon or OC: OC Age Range: 25 - 35 Home: Any of the Districts (Preferably not 2 but down for any really) Faceclaim Suggestions: UTP Please Contact: @ofxcadences (dont need to contact)

Description: Cadie has never had a proper relationship. She calls her time with Capitol Clients relationships, but that is more so to keep her mind from how messed up the whole situation is. She's never experienced true romantic love, someone wanting her for her, and not because she is a victor. She doesn't really understand it, but she see's Thea and Ezra, and knows she wants that. She just doesn't think she's good enough for that kind of love. This connection would be for someone to literally sweep her off her feet. If it could be a character that is already aligned with the Rebellion that would be a cool plot point too. Status: Open

[fatefought]

where: ezra's room on district two level of the tribute center

who: cadie kentwell & ezra klair ( @ofxcadences )

it hurts that cadie hasn't been able to stay at the tribute center since the preparations for the games. that small part of him that worries about death, knows that extra time with the woman who had become like his daughter would have meant everything. he knows he's chosen this. cadie hasn't however, and it feels unfair for her. she doesn't get turned away by staff however, but he knows cadence will soon have to go back to her hotel. alone.

but for now, they're in his room. the walls show a landscape of mountains. for a brief moment, it feels like they're elsewhere. strong arms pull cadie in for a hug. they haven't been able to hug since leaving district two. guilt does ravage him there. she looks at him like a father ; in the last week, he's been an exceptionally poor one. " i'm sorry, cadie, " three words but they hold a heavy weight on his chest.

[subsiist]

They won't forget the Star-Crossed Lovers. It's a fact that Peeta knows, deep down. He and Katniss are in this forever and, while that isn't the worst idea in his mind, he wishes it were different, for both their sakes. He'd rather be with someone who wants to be with him, not forced to - and their disastrous moment in his studio just a few weeks ago is proof that she doesn't. And he'd like if she could settle with someone she truly wants.

Even if it means losing to Gale.

But there's nothing he can say about that, so he just gives Cadie an absent smile that doesn't reach his eyes and shrugs, as though it doesn't matter whether he's remembered or not.

It's not until she says that it's okay that he shakes his head. "It's really not," he says so softly she might not even be able to hear him. He gives her a long look to let her know he's telling the truth - he is sorry. About the Games, about this year, about Clove. But then he smiles again, the air shifting around them, and takes a step back.

His persona on again. "I trust you'll have a good time these Games," he says, louder now. For anyone to hear. "I'm sure this won't be the last time we'll see one another."

"A quell is quite exciting." Not that she would know. She hadn't been to a quell before. But there was a buzz around most of the people, or well the people from the Capitol anyway. Cadie wasn't sure how she felt about it. Her thoughts were really all over the place. Two years ago it might have been a different story. Even this year could have been different if Clove had won. But she hadn't. And now Cadie didn't know what to think. "I don't think they'll forgot their star crossed lovers though...." She mused, with a shrug of her shoulders. Of course, Cadie cared more about her own set of star crossed lovers. But she was trying not think too much about her sister and Cato.

Cadie bit her lip, glancing away. She had probably said too much. Especially to someone that she really did not know too well. She also didn't know if she could trust Peeta. He'd played a part in her sister's death. Sure, he hadn't actually killed her, nor had Katniss. But he was involved. And yet, just like with Katniss, she found herself unable to be annoyed at him. Sure, she'd been furious. But that had past. Peeta had just been trying to survive too. As much as she might have wanted too, she couldn't blame him for that.

The woman looked back to Peeta, and then she just shrugged. "It's okay." It wasn't. And that both knew that. But there was no other way for her to reply. Not really.

[eventiderpg]

Connection For: Cadence Kentwell Relationship: Biological Mother Canon or OC: OC Age Range: 47 Home: District 2 Faceclaim Suggestions: UTP but should match up with Cadence's FC's ethnicity. She is played by Adeline Rudolph. Please Contact: @ofxcadences

Description: Cadence was abandoned by her mother aged 10 after her father died. Her father was considerably older than her mother, with him being 39 when she was born (whilst her mother was 22). Her mother didn't really want the relationship, or her children, and took the opportunity that was given to her when their father died. The pair have barely communicated since then, and Cadence has no desire to reconcile at all. There is the added dynamic that Cadence's mother would be the same age as Thea and Ezra who Cadence considers her parents. With Clove having died last year it would have shaken feelings up, with only Cadence being left of the mother's family. Status: Open

[fatefought]

cadence oftentimes approached herself like a soldier. she can be self-assured in her strength, intelligence, appearance, agility ... etc. but like someone in armor, there are not many opportunities to allow oneself to be vulnerable. he often wondered if her lack of transparency there was the result of the academy, her biological parents, or simply the arena. ( maybe it was none of the above ! ) ezra would receive glimpses in the past. moments he cherished in truth. however, he had seen cadie most tested within the last year. she hid away often in an endless bout of heartbreak. you can never replace a sibling. ezra got disowned by his, but even he knows that it is true.

the tribute wants to pull her in for a hug, to tell her that he loves her and that it's okay. caesar's afterparty is not the time nor place however. his stomach knots in a way where the food before him makes him feel sick. " you're right. i wonder why that is. do you think it's a nature versus nurture thing ? " he laughs but it feels painful. dagger stabs and twists at him as cadie's voice goes low, expressing exactly what is on her mind. " are you okay ? do we need to get out of here ? " he asks, mimicking her volume.

Cadence really did not know what was worse. Having Ezra so close, but being unable to interact with him as she usually did, or having to watch him in the games tomorrow. All she wanted right now was a hug from her dad. But she couldn't risk it. They couldn't risk it. They'd use him against her, against Thea. And she wouldn't put him in danger. Her pain, her struggle through her grief was easier to deal with than the thought of putting her parents in danger. Thea and Ezra had chosen to take on Cadence and Clove when they didn't have too. They stayed when Clove died, and Cadence fell apart. The least she could do was make sure they weren't put in danger because of her, even if caused herself pain.

"Yeah.... I've noticed." It had all brought it back really. Ambrosia really did remind her of Clove. Just little things. She didn't even know if Ambrosia had even met her sister. Cadie wiped a tear away from her eye, praying that it would not open the flood gates. Crying here was not a good look. "It's funny how some of us in 2 are so similar." She and Thea were so similar. She wondered sometimes if she or Clove were similar to their actual mother. It was a shame they were never going to see who Clove would've turned out to be. "I wish you hadn't volunteered." Her voice was quiet now, meant only for him. "I'm scared I'm going to lose you too."

[subsiist]

The first day of the Games had gone according to plan. While the District Twelve freaks had made it through the bloodbath (a-fucking-gain), that could be dealt with later. The aunt and the... uh, other one... are no Girl on Fire, after all, and Brutus is determined to squash whatever flame they still have to fucking ash.

Of course, that means getting Thea to rest her eyes for five fucking seconds because she looked awful with that bloodshoot gaze of hers (only good if they've been partying), but he's done harder things before. They'll make it through because fuck all if they're gonna give the win up to some lowlife outlier district again.

He moves into the Tribute Center apartment lighting a cigarette at the same time, leaning forward cupping his hand around the flame. It makes him think of District Twelve again and is already glaring by the time Cadie starts speaking.

She's tattling and she knows it. Brutus pulls up his gaze from his lighter to the girl, but the glare never drops, only accompanied by an eye roll. "Spare me the fuckin' girl drama, will you?" he says, smoke blowing from his lips as he talks. "You're not giving me a heads up any more than you're throwing her to the wolves."

He squints one eye, points at her. "I knew there was still a bit'a Cadence Kentwell in there. Bloodthirsty, much? Play nice with Domi, she's too pretty for knives unless they're for hair cuttin'." He ashes his cigarette directly on the ground and whistles for an Avox to clean it up without looking at them. After one more hit of it, he turns it around to hand it to her.

Where: District 2 apartment, Tribute Centre, Late on the 1st day of the games

Who: Cadence and Brutus ( @subsiist )

Cadence was fuming. It didn't take her a lot to get fuming. Prior to the events of the last year she generally lived in a constant state of being frustrated or angry about something. In all fairness she was pretty proud of herself for not stabbing Domi. That would have been a certain way of making sure that she did not tell on her. But, despite feeling fuming, and like she was going to burst, she had attempted to control herself. She didn't trust Domi enough to not actually tell on her. She'd entertained the stylists, and played the good girl act, for a while, before escaping to Thea's room to watch the games for a while. It was just a shame that her Mama wasn't there for Cadie to moan too.

She'd gone out to get herself a glass of water when another familiar mentor appeared in the apartment. She hadn't been expecting Brutus to show up at the apartment. But it was an opportune moment. "Hi Brut." Cadie murmured, leaning against the counter as she looked up at her former mentor. Brutus had been one of Cadie's trainers during the academy. They'd known each other a long time.

"Just to give the heads up that Domi apparently wants to ruin the cool set up we have up hear by reporting my presence."

[fatefought]

cadie has a strong grip. and for a brief moment, annie wonders if that same touch is what's needed for her throwing knives. because when annie looks at cadie, she sees thea. both are very strong women who can kill ( who have killed ) but seem so remorseful. she never asks cadence if that was a development of losing clove, but it's none of her business ! and had that been the only reason, annie wouldn't judge her. the arena and the aftermath is not black or white. all they have is other victors to understand in a trauma bond. there were still many frayed dynamics between certain survivors of the hunger games too. " it's nobody's say when you're supposed to be done grieving, " she offers. maybe it's cliche ! here's a mad girl trying to reason it's okay to be emotional ! any capitolite in earshot would have a smarmy grin.

mourning isn't linear though. sometimes she swears she can see the sadness in sweet mag's eyes. that poor woman remembers a time before the games. truthfully, cadence confiding in her about thea and ezra, tugs at her. finn and her cannot be open about themselves nor their child. she doesn't acknowledge it with thea ( though she's always assumed that the mentor had put together cresta and odair. ) she won't acknowledge it with cadie. but still, she has never brought herself to feign loathing of him. " having a father in the arena it's something so rare and few have to face. " she offers. though it was possible prior to the third quarter quell, the age range of the seventy-fifth games made fatherhood of tributes increasingly more likely.

she'd spent the week fabricating how wonderful of a father fletcher had been. as complicated as things might be between the two, she was not gonna be any added negative to him in the arena. ( minus her reputation, but she cannot control that ! ) cadie was one of the few who actively knew how complex the dynamic between cresta and her biological dad ; it's just like how annie knew the true dynamic between cadence and clove and the two who loved them like their own children. " i hope it's one of them who makes it out. " ezra and fletcher, it goes unsaid. she doesn't expect the same sentiment.

Cadie just shrugged at Annie, but didn't say anything. She thought some of them were better than her. She hadn't thought that all the time. But when there were reminders like this, she thought it. She had been proud of her games. Proud that she'd managed to take down her District partner who was not only 4 years older than her, but a foot taller. She'd been proud to have throw her knives, not missing a mark. A lot of them had been reaped, been thrown into the deep end. Yes, she might have been reaped, but she probably would have volunteered anyway.

Would she have volunteered if she had known what had faced her though? If she had known what she'd be put through at the hands of the people of the Capitol. That her sister would follow in her foot steps, and lose her life to the games. She didn't know. It was changing her view point. And yet, she had to be here and pretend everything was okay. That her sisters death hadn't devastated her life every day for the last year. That the thought of losing Ezra was terrifying her. Not only that, but also the knowledge that if she lost Ezra, she would probably lose Thea to grief too. All of it was too much, but she couldn't even talk about it to most people.

Cadie finds herself gripping Annie's hand hard. Not for Annie, but for herself. The pair had only gotten closer recently, but she felt like Annie was one of the only ones she could truly be herself around. She could grieve openly with her, be honest about Thea and Ezra. "Not good...." She murmured, biting on her lip as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her make up faded a little, her eyeliner a little smudged. "I miss her." She knew Annie would know she was talking about Clove. "They expect me to carry on, be a good trainee mentor, when I just see her everywhere...." She cut off, having to blink back tears. Cadie never usually cried, not in public places anyway. "It's so hard, and I just want my mom and dad but I have to pretend we are just from the same district....." She sighed, stopping abruptly, shaking her head. "Sorry.... I should stop...." Especially since someone might over hear. But honestly, it felt good to talk to someone.

[fatefought]

beetee was contented with the number of sponsors his tribute seems to have acquired. gambling was all the rage in the capitol. endless wealth meant endless possibility for money burning. most sponsors that he's seen who prefer the third district like the thrill of less favorable odds. in his time, he's seen people both gain and lose considerable amounts. it's no matter to the mentor. at the end of the day, his tributes have slightly better odds for it. twitch's six was manageable ; he's aware discord will likely become a cannon as soon as he reaches the cornucopia. wiress and him even shared a knowing glance when the scores were released.

the other mentor had retired for the evening, and beetee had considered joining her. he wanted to conversate with a specific gamemaker beforehand however. and since that individual was missing in action, beetee lingered. the outskirts of these parties were the ideal resting place for him. hence why he makes his way over to cadence. he hadn't spoken much with her in the past. most victors from two were too sadistic for his tastes, especially the ironic brutus. respect is given where earned however, and he noticed a brightness in cadence and thea. the latter in particular was witty, especially for a ghost. he's not put off by the fresher victor's remark. instead he merely repeats himself. " you'd hardly missed anything. i just acknowledged that i had forgotten how superb your aim was. " the reference is to the brutal slaughter that had been rebroadcasted.

Setting: Caesar Flickerman's After-Party, The Museum of Panem History

Who: Open

Cadence honestly wanted to be anywhere than right here. From the moment that she had won her games the parties and the mixing had been the worst parts for her. Cadie wasn't a people person. She could count on one hand the people she truly cared about in this world. it was funny this time round though. This time round, during the quarter quell, all those people were in the Capitol. Apart from Clove who was in a box under the ground back home. Technically, she was here though. The Capitol were once again making profit out of them, even in their deaths. Cadence had already nearly broken one of the boxes that had held a costume Clove had worn last year. But somehow she had managed to control herself.

But she honestly could not wait until Thea said they could go back to district 2's level. She had felt like just hiding away. But that was not how they got sponsors. And she was not going to fail Ezra like she had failed Clove. She could not lose anymore of her family.

She had a flute of some sort of strange Captiol drink in her hand, as she stood off to the side, trying to blend into the background. That was difficult in the gold ensemble that Domi had put her in. It was a shame really. The dress was beautiful, but all Cadie could think of was Clove wearing this exact shade last year. Cadie had been too busy thinking about that, and wanting to leave, that she hadn't even realised someone was talking to her. The brunette blinked, staring at the person.

"I have no idea what you just said"

[subsiist]

There were few times in life that Brutus felt okay about being proven wrong. Watching Cadence Kentwell win the 66th Hunger Games was one of those times.

Despite the fact that it was Two-on-Two (always the best case scenario, in a way, even if it hadn't turned out how he expected), he'd hooted with pride as she slit Nero's throat. Of course, the boy had been his tribute and he knew he'd have to live with Thea's cutting remarks and a few sponsors who would be rather pissed off at their betting game going awry, but Brutus had trained the girl. He loved an underdog, as long as that underdog was his.

Now, he stands on the hovercraft waiting for his tribute (Thea would correct him if she knew what he was thinking) and, the moment Cadie is lifted up to step inside, he pulls her into a hug. Despite being known for his lack of affection, he could actually be the opposite at times. Certain people, certain reasons.

She calls herself gross, but it just makes him laugh. He kisses her cheek and gets some of the blood on his lips. "If someone told you I cared about a little bit of blood, I need fucking names, girl, because they're better off dead." He picks her up off the ground in one final squeeze of the hug before setting her back down. He's taller than her, but at his height, he's pretty much taller than everyone.

It doesn't bother him, he likes looking down on people. "How's it feel? Be honest. Feels fuckin' good, doesn't it?"

Where: Hovercraft on the way back to the Tribute Centre

When: Moments after the ending of the 66th Annual Hunger Games

Who: Cadence and Brutus ( @subsiist )

She'd done it. She'd won. Cadence Kentwell had won the 66th Hunger Games. Honestly the seventeen year old was in shock. It wasn't that she'd underestimated herself. She had been full of confidence going into the games. She just hadn't wanted to think of herself in the hover on the way back. She hadn't wanted to jinx it. To jinx the opportunity that she would have to go back to her little sister. Cadie had known that even her mentors, Thea and Brutus, hadn't thought she could do it. They thought she was going to lose, that she didn't stand a chance. So, she was stood in the Hover, in a little bit of disbelief.

She also felt insanely gross. Nobody had warned her about the amount of dirt and blood that would be left on the body at the conclusion of the games. Of course part of that was her fault. The last battle, the showdown between herself her Nero hadn't had to be so bloody. It could have been a lot worse. She'd gone in to it intending to give the Capitol a show down. But after she'd thrown some strategically aimed knives, and immobilised Nero the best she could, she had decided she'd have wanted it to be fast if it was in return, and so she'd simply slit his throat. Not before Nero had gotten some hits in on her though, and she wasn't quite sure how much of the blood was actually her own.

Before she could practically take a step forward on the hover strong arms had enveloped her in a hug. She supposed if she'd had the choice, Brutus would've been who she'd picked too. Despite Thea being her mentor, Cadence knew Brutus a lot better. He'd trained her. He was the reason she was stood here, not that she would say that. Brutus already had a huge ego.

But as she stood limply returning his hug she was acutely aware that she was getting him covered in blood. "Brut.... I'm fucking gross right now...." But she was happy. She'd done it. She'd broken down all of their doubts. She'd proved them all wrong.

Cadence Kentwell was the victor of the 66h Hunger Games.