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[notelasts]

@watergave said “ Don't lie to me. ” / karen to riff

Riff blinks. “I ain’t lyin’.” He doesn’t know what she thinks he’s lying about, but whatever it is, he’s not. Riff is a liar, yes, but he’s normally able to keep track of all his lies. The fact that he doesn’t know what Karen is talking about is equal parts worrying and calming. “Seriously, I ain’t lyin’. Dunno what you think I’m lyin’ ‘bout, but I ain’t.”

[1stdandelion]

it can't have been so long since the arena. since the wet sand and the vine-covered ground that ensnared his steps, and the mud, so much mud, so hard to run in, but without so much as a window to give some sense, peeta is left lost in uncounted days and nights. it could have been so long, but how could that matter? the shouting of joanna, the incoherent ramblings of annie, and the relentless screams of all three of them remained unchanged. peeta, in this room that the screams come from at any hour, swallows hard.

so here they have a fourth victor. peeta recognises her, from a game he can't place, and her as one of the blurred maddened winners of the games. the bloodied handcuffs bites into his wrists as his restless movements begin to cease in an attempt to concentrate while numbers spin through his head. screams. days. games. tributes. districts. dead. dead. dead. ' twelve, ' he says. ' i'm from twelve. '

@1stdandelion

even less than a shell of her former self, she realizes when looking at this boy that her daughter is only a few years older than him. ( the capitol didn't get her, too, right? ) it's the first coherent thought she's had in. . . years. lucy coral has been stripped of her name, her child and her own mind. they only brought in this madwoman to come talk to the boy ( she doesn't know what he's here; she doesn't dare ask ) as some sort of torture. lucy is to discover what would hurt him the most. hopefully, the worst that could happen is being in a room with a lunatic. ❝ you are. . . ❞ voice is husky from years of screaming more than talking. she points at him. ❝ your hair is yellow, like mine. ❞ she lifts some of her limp locks for him to see. ❝ you are from four, too? ❞ she's already off-task, but what had they expected when they decided to use her as a spy?

[absoluteroses]

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[alwaysanangcl]

@watergave liked for a starter!

"I am so grateful for your invitation." Though she knows it's really only because that's what these ostentatious families do to seem like they care about manners. She's new and new must be inspected. It was the same way back home, though Louisiana judgment is steeped in sweet platitudes and long glances. New York? Well, New York judgment she still hasn't quite managed to figure out.

"When I tell you the city and all of its ins and outs have been a dizzyin' lesson in what's metropolitan these days," she laughed, "I'm grateful for a moment to enjoy a little slice of home life."

[notelasts]

@watergave said “ You drive me crazy. ” / grazie to riff

He can’t help his grin. “Yep.” He knows. He also knows Grazi doesn’t mean it. At least not that much. “You love it, though. And don’t lie to me, girly.” He kisses her softly. “I ain’t all that bad, am I?” He worries he is, sometimes. He worries that she’s going to find someone better—someone that she actually deserves—and leave him. He can’t prevent it from happening. He can just hope it never does.

[notelasts]

@watergave said “ Run, don't look back. ” / tony to riff

Riff has never been a very good listener. It’s practically common knowledge at this point. Riff isn’t a good listener and so he just stares at Tony like he’s grown another head. “No.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I ain’t leavin’ you, come on.” He holds a hand out. The cops are still far enough away that they can run and hide. “Tony. Come on, let’s go.” He’s getting nervous now. Just a little. “Tony.”

[notelasts]

@watergave said i haven't spoken to you in five years. / daisy to jay

He blamed Tom for that. Jay would’ve approached Daisy a lot sooner if she didn’t have that brute of a husband always hanging around. He’d been forced to use Nick as a go-between for their meeting in his cottage. He would much rather have just invited Daisy to his house, but he knew an invitation like that would raise suspicion. But she was here now, and she was real and standing in front of him. He smiled. “I know. But if you like, we can start speaking again.” He hoped she’d say yes. He didn’t know what he’d do if she didn’t.

[notelasts]

@watergave said i've been dreaming about this for five years. / daisy to jay

He’d been dreaming about this since he’d returned from the war. He’d been dreaming about it since he learned that Daisy had married Tom. There were times that he didn’t think it would be a reality, but it had to be. Daisy still loved him. She had to. If she didn’t, everything he’d ever done would have been for nothing.

“So have I.” It feels wrong to say he’s been dreaming about it for longer, so he doesn’t. He presses a kiss to her shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He can’t believe she chose him.

[notelasts]

@watergave asked will you just hold me? / daisy to jay

“Yes.” The answer is immediate and he moves to gather her into his arms before he even finishes speaking. He thinks he’d do anything she asked of him. “Of course I can.” He pulls her close and cups her cheek in his hand. He still can’t believe this is real sometimes. He’s spent five years dreaming of this moment and now it’s here. He’s scared he’ll wake up and have been dreaming. “I’ll always hold you, my love.” She doesn’t need to ask.

[notelasts]

@watergave said “ coming here makes you look desperate. ” / livia to riff

He rolls his eyes. Livia Snow is probably one of the most annoying people that Riff has ever known, and that’s saying something. He knows a lot of annoying people. “Who says I want anythin’?” (He does.) He leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest, letting his gaze wander over her and linger in places it probably shouldn’t. “Who says you ain’t the desperate one?” (She’s not.) He pushes away from the wall and looks her in the eye. “You gotta think ‘bout these things, Liv. It ain’t all ‘bout me all the time.”

[notelasts]

@watergave said i'm not going to that party. / livia to art

Art, unfortunately, has to go to that party. He has to go to all of the parties. It’s part of being a victor. (It’s part of being the Capitol’s favorite pet.) Go to parties and socialize with people he would never dream of talking to otherwise. The Capitol elite are worse than anything Art has ever known. They’re another breed of hostile and dangerous. He thinks, privately, that’s why they all wear bright colors. To warn everyone to stay away.

What he wants to say to Livia would get him killed. (He wants to say “good for you.” He wants to say “that’s nice.”) He doesn’t say either of those things. He smiles instead. “That’s a shame. I would have liked to see you there.”

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[notelasts]

Riff isn’t going to do anything about Action. He doesn’t know what issue Karen has with Action, but she’s going to have to get over herself. “No.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at her. “I ain’t gonna do anythin’ about Action. He’s my third. I ain’t gettin’ rid of him just ‘cause you hate him for some reason. And I especially ain’t gettin’ rid of him when you ain’t even told me why the fuck you hate him so much.” He tenses a little at the mention of his uncle but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“Karen, you ain’t in charge here. These are my guys. They ain’t yours. Don’t tell me what to do. Action’s stayin’. If you don’t like it, find another gang to fuck up.” There’s no room in his tone for any argument. Riff won’t be getting rid of Action. If Karen keeps pushing it, she’ll be out of the gang. Or at least, as out of the gang as someone who’s not even in it can be. But she’ll be out if she keeps pushing it.

the red in her hair almost matches the red that flashes through her vision every time she confronts someone. hands are clenched into fists while a scowl forms over her mouth. she has the tendency to snap at people. to scream and bite at their fingers, if just to protect herself. karen doesn't care if she's a mean girl. mean keeps her alive. she'll wear that title proudly even if she isn't mean in the sense that she whispers about others behind their backs and spreads rumors. she's as mean as a man, twice as mean if someone asks her. ❝ so you're finally gonna do somethin' about action? ❞ she asks, tongue clicking against crooked teeth. ❝ i'm warning you, riff, if you're lying to me about that i'll make sure you're begging for your uncle in a split second. i need him gone. i don't care if rhonda comes cryin' to you after. he's out, got that? chase him away or whatever. better yet, get him arrested. wish shrank had taken him instead of tony. ❞