Seeking Clarity [Kay]

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

	ORION HAMMERFELL
	The elevator dings and a rush of air smacks me right in my face. I wanted to be alone and not even in the apartments designated for District Two could give me that. There's more tributes from home than usual. I've done my best to keep myself from caring about anyone here. The more people I care about in this life also means that exact amount waiting to be ripped out of my life. Like my brother. I miss him. Odysseus as well. I've made the worst mistake ever by volunteering. I thought I knew what I wanted when I arrived here. A quick end to my life. Katelyn knocked some sense into me. Opal as well. Both of them have served to only confuse what I want to do. Live or die. Protect or kill. I sigh. The bloodbath feels so near yet so far. Truth be told it absolutely terrifies me knowing that I could end someone's life. So much has changed over the course of being here in the training center. I have allies. Fellow siblings who've lost brothers to the arena. In Nat's case, Leon did win but changed so much from the experience. I've had the most recent loss. One I'm still trying to recover from. I can't take being near anyone right now. I have too much on mind to focus on anything. A war rages on inside me. To fight or die. I don't know whether or not my allies also feel the way I do. I look over the edge and think how easy it would be to jump off. End it all on my own terms. No one would miss me. At least here anyway. I've always felt like the weak one in the family. The odd ball. I've felt worthless my entire life. Becoming a healer didn't change a thing. Seeing careers look to me only further reminded me of everything I turned my back on. Everything thing I wanted to escape from always found a way back into my life. I need clarity. I need a sign. Something to point me in any kind of direction be it life or death.
	district 2 male of the 70th Hunger Games

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

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	CIRCE LYON
	Circe really didn't intend to stalk The Silent Hulk, but it wasn't like she could completely ignore his movements. When he bailed on dinner, she realized there was something worse than trying to draw words out of him: not having him there at all. She'd nibbled on a piece of kale for another moment. Nat was doing Nat things, and Elya was plenty entertained. She'd be safe, and Circe wouldn't be missed. Quietly, she shadowed Orion, wondering what was more important than food to a teenage boy. She should have ducked into the elevator with him, given up the ruse. Sometimes the elevators were so slow, so stifling. She rocked from the back of her heels to her toes, lifting herself up, arms stretching, when the elevator lights light two, and then inexplicably, three, four, five. Up and up and up. "Where are you running to?" She wondered, en pointe but on the ground. It took an age for the elevator to return, fetch her, and ascend to the highest level. When she stepped out, a breeze buffeted her, nearly throwing her back into the mechanical death trap. She shuddered, folding arms around her ribs as she craned her neck. There he was, a blot of dark against the cityscape. She whispered across the roof, rolling each step from the out in, silently. For a moment, she just stood beside him, nearly shivering. Then, "I know talking isn't really your thing, and it's good, actually. They're already talking about you as someone to watch, because when you do start talking, it will be important." She glanced up at him slowly, dragging her green gaze up his form. "I'm hoping they're right and you do have a tongue somewhere in that pretty face. Because I'd really like to know what in the hell we're doing up here."
	district 2 female of the 70th Hunger Games

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

	ORION HAMMERFELL
	"I know talking isn't really your thing, and it's good, actually. They're already talking about you as someone to watch, because when you do start talking, it will be important." Circe's voice startles me some. I hadn't realized she came up here with me. Must have noticed me wander off on my own. Even more surprising is her words. By they I assume she means the Capitol. Bet on the brother of last year's strongest tribute. The Capitolites must think there is some of that cold-blooded monster inside of me. I'd like to say there isn't. That I'm pure. It may have been the case if my last name wasn't Hammerfell. My entire family has always been pro-career. Even though I turned my back on the way they wanted me to be, I still never truly gave up on training. There's a killer side to me just waiting to emerge. Circe has a point. I'm not much of a talker. Why? the people I talk to, I tend to care for. The people I care for tend to die. I turn toward her now. Staring right into her eyes. Questions in mine without speaking a word. Why is she here? Is there a reason I was followed? I turn back to look at the night sky. The beautiful stars. Somewhere up there my brother is looking down upon me. The stars. I'm still not one hundred percent sure I want to die, but how can I compete with my own allies for the crown. Elya the one-eyed badass. Circe the most beautiful woman to grace the arena. Nat is someone who's harder to figure out. Still I truly believe he's more worthy to walk out with his life than I. "I'm hoping they're right and you do have a tongue somewhere in that pretty face. Because I'd really like to know what in the hell we're doing up here." I don't know what she's doing up here, but I am seeking clarity. Too much on my mind. So many factors to consider. She's shivering from the cold. "I'm only a person to watch because of my brother. As for being up here? I needed to see the stars. Something to ease the suffering. The war raging inside of me." The war that will inevitably cost me my life.
	district 2 male of the 70th Hunger Games