Love You Betta // [Thundy!]

[sbeeg]

Poria Rain
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Shimming through the crowd, Poria Rain had her eyes set on a single target. The Games had ended and a victor had been crowned and just as the gold was set in the boy's hair a needle was touched to the skin of Poria's back marking Colgate "Soap" O'Leary as the sixty-sixth on her spine. Towering heels clicked against the club's colored tile floor as Poria closed in on the VIP section towards the back. The Victors were always invited to The Cornucopia a week after their win, a tradition here in the Capitol. Poria knew exactly where dear little Soap would be nearly every night for the next six months. Which in which Districts, at which parties, when they dine with the President- every detail. She had most of the schedule nailed down by Opal's win, but Saffron's rounds completed the key to stalking down a Victor. Too bad Saffron is so young, maybe when she's a bit older Poria can try for her attentions.

The woman had gone all out for tonight, red sequined dress with a large cut out in the back so Soap could see his name permanently fixed on her skin. Hair curled and twisted into place with jeweled barrettes, and red and black glitter covered her eyelids and lips. She had spent all day getting ready- manicure, pedicure, re-watching Soap's final kill about twenty five times. A violent blow to the stomach, that's why Poria's dress tonight had a special concentration of glitter and ruffles across her midsection. She looked like a chic version of the Sycamore girl's corpse! People were jealous of her genius- she just knew it!

As she closed in on the area of roped off coaches that the Victors like the lounge in, Poria rehearsed her introduction.

"Hello Mr. O'Leary, I'm Poria Rain- Oh no no. Hey Soap- oh ew no," the woman paused for a moment, collecting all her sex appeal into one grand intro. "Good Evening Colgate, I've been looking for you."

Perfeeeeect!

Only, the boy didn't appear to be in the Victor lounge at all. Poria was basically hanging on the velvet rope, squinting in the dark club looking for that boy but he wasn't there.

"Oh you sweet, pasty boy where have you gone?" she whispered, all dressed up and no where to go- a true tragedy.

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

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You don’t have to make it right
Just hold your head up high

I want to go far, far away from here.

After the Victor Presentation ceremony, there's nothing left to do but wait until it's time to go back home. I honestly thought I'd be able to take the train back to District Nine the moment I finished watching the recap video and a crown was put on my head, but no - I've been made to wait so the Capitolites can fawn over their victor, and it's the most disgusting thing I've ever had to deal with.

Everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by people who want to get a look at me, or touch me (do people have to run their hands over my sleeves every time I walk by?) or even talk to me, though I'm running out of things to say.

A part of me wants to be their darling victor boy - to smile and wave and allow them their celebration - but a stronger part remembers that the extravagance of the Capitol lies in stark contrast to the starvation permeating my home District, and I can't look at their fat, round cheeks and painted faces without envisioning my family, gaunt and lifeless.

Tonight is one of the last celebrations I'll be forced to attend before I can go back to where I belong, and I end up slouched in the corner of a club called The Cornucopia, doing my best to hide (for the moment) from the Capitolites who want to shake my hand.

Despite my best efforts, I'm still 6'7" and difficult to miss in a crowd, and a tiny, bearded man approaches from the right, looking excited and a little drunk, so I turn tail and walk back to the Victor lounge where I'm less likely to be bothered. When I arrive, however, a woman is leaning over the velvet rope that divides the club, and it looks as if she's talking to herself.

She's in my way, actually, but I don't say that - instead, I tap on her shoulder and clear my throat.

"Excuse me," I say (trying not to sound rude, but probably failing - I never had patience for the Capitol to begin with), staring at her intently. "You're.. uhh.."

In my way.

[sbeeg]

Poria Rain
Tributes and Tokens

The woman was about to give up and head home, maybe break out the Arbor Halt Liquor when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Probably another bouncer telling her that she can't go into the VIP lounge without an invitation or some other stupid thing like that. Disappointed, she turned around to face the inevitability of once again being carried out of a club yelling for someone to throw her wig out after her when it happened. That was no bouncer that was... was... that is... it's...

♥ ❤ ♥ ❤ ♥
♥❤Colgate O'Leary Victor of the 66th Hunger Games❤♥
♥ ❤ ♥ ❤ ♥

Her mouth hung open slightly, taking in the boy- he was standing right in front of her! He's taller in person! So tall, and skinny and... kind of sad looking BUT HERE. SOAP IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER. There is no such thing as air in her lungs or a thought in her head, everything has been wiped clean by the Soap in front of her.

"Excuse me, you're.. uhh.." he's speaking! Colgate is speaking to her. The woman could hardly put two thoughts together but she finished his sentence for him.

"Poria Rain! I'm Poria Rain, and you're Colgate," her eyes never left his, and did not seem to blink either. She did not want to miss a single moment of this exchange- it might end at any moment! She had to make it count. Poria Rain is a collector of all things Victor and she had to get something of his- something! "You're beautiful."

Wait, she meant to think that last part not say it. Shit. Act cool, act cool. Make conversation, keep them talking- you don't want a repeat of the Mace Emberstatt incident.

"I- I- mean you are such an inspiration to me Mr. Soap ah, Mr. O'Leary I mean. Um, can I get you a drink or something? I- I've never met a- a person from D-D-District Nine before and I'd love to- "

-rip off that pretty little suit and see what makes a Victor a Victor

"Talk. Talk about it over a drink," her lips pulled into a big dumb grin and she hoped he would accept her offer. A drink with a victor! She could even pull the saliva off his cup and maybe make a clone, the Capitol has made that technology already, right? Even if she couldn't make a Soap clone it would fulfill a life long dream of hers to actually speak personally with a Victor. She had so much to talk about! After all she had just ordered another ten boxes of the soap bars with his face stamped in them for her shop, that has to propel a conversation one way or another.