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[attr="class","congrats"] Quadrys Lexig H E I R  T O  T H E  L E X I G  T H R O N E The Christmas kids were nothing but a gift - and love is a tower where all of us can live There is no such thing as living in the present if you're stuck in the past, but as Quadrys Lexig, it's terrifying to think that you have so far to go, but so much potential to live up to. I know where my place is, but do you know yours? It's been nearly an hour since I was pulled out of a station by an instructor and told to go home for the day, yet I still stand stiffly in the mirror of the locker room, staring- boring- into my reflection and analyzing everything that has changed over the past few years. From somewhere behind me, I hear the slamming of a locker door, and as if a switch had flipped within my head, I turn away from the picture-perfect and stressed out me to grab the articles of clothing that I had set down on the bench beside. With an impatient sigh, I throw them hastily over my half-naked form, grab my bag, and move to the exit door in a single swift movement. It was time to leave the place where I spent most of my day and slip back into the chokehold of reality, but I wasn't quite ready- there was something that made me not ready- so I stopped, and took a moment to stare at the land in front of me. It was sprinkled with children- all of whom still contained their innocence- and a part of me wanted to be like that again- blind to the suffering of others. Perhaps I even could have stood like that for hours, if it hadn't have been for the force that rocked into my back and nearly knocked me over. Straightening out the edge of my shirt, I turned to see who had done such with incompetence, and frowned slightly, my hazel eyes a mess of confusion. Today was great, why not make it even better?

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"Andrew" NorthROp short lyric here

He hadn't been directly paying attention, believing that there would be nobody in his way. He had a bruise on his left cheek that he knew had to get removed as soon as he could and that caused him to start running as soon as they had been released from training. There was nothing else escaping his body besides the running of trying to get to home before his parents had to cover it up with some of his mothers make-up, which was what he done every time when he had lost a training fight. Andrew hadn't been paying attention and sooner or later he had felt like he ran into a wall, which was really a person instead.

He would step back, widening eyes as he would apologize to the other for not paying attention for where he was going. "Oh, uh. I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention as you can tell. I'll try and watch out for you next time." His face painted with a blush that only revealed the bruise even more. He sighed at the fact that this was even more obvious, however he was glad it wasn't his mother or father seeing it. They'd be disappointed, as always.

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[attr="class","congrats"] Quadrys Lexig H E I R  T O  T H E  L E X I G  T H R O N E The Christmas kids were nothing but a gift - and love is a tower where all of us can live "Oh, uh. I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention as you can tell. I'll try and watch out for you next time." His words are the first thing I hear after I feel him run into me, but they don't matter- not at all- because even if I was angry, there would be absolutely nothing that I could do about it. Old Quadrys would have punched the kid square in the jaw, I think with caution. But I'm not old Quadrys, now am I? And it saddens me to think that so much has changed in the recent that I've lost my will to fight. It's not that I'm particularly not strong, or myself anymore- that's certainly not the case as I still kick as much ass as I could have on any day in the past few years- but things have seemed... off? without Septys telling me what to do, and it's messed with my head to quite a large degree. With a sigh slipping from my lips, I turn to face the man who had just poured his soul into an apology, and take a moment to stare at him with the most blank yet kind expression I can muster.  "It's all good, man. All's well." My eyes catch on a bruise that has begun to well on his cheek- probably from training- but I don't dare bring it up. If it's one thing I know about being a career, it's that you don't mention any injuries acquired in battle. It's a loss and certainly not a proud one, at that. I choose not to let my eyes linger for too long.

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Andrew noticed that the other's eyes had found his cheek where the bruise had started to swell and that they had lingered there a small amount of time before returning to look at him. "It's all good, man. All's well." A small, yet worried smile escaped his lips upon finding the other male familiar from seeing him around the gym quite a few times before. He seemed to like to punch, or he used to apparently because he hadn't even moved his fist as a clenched one towards his face. He didn't know what to say, but he did remember the last name of the other male. Lexig. The name was bittersweet for those who live in District One, as the name had brought a proud aura from the district, to last third place out of all the odds. It made him sad, that the district had lost to a district that had won now their third year in a row of the Hunger Games.

He stuttered, trying to talk but he didn't know what to say. He wanted to move, but he felt almost paralyzed in his spot. Fear seemed to almost cover his face.

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[attr="class","congrats"] Quadrys Lexig H E I R  T O  T H E  L E X I G  T H R O N E The Christmas kids were nothing but a gift - and love is a tower where all of us can live I was confused- that much was obvious- but it puzzled me, the way the the boy who stood I stood opposite of seemed to change his expression so quickly. If only for a second, he flashed recognition, but after a blink, all I saw was fear. Swallowing hard, I raised a sole brow and extended my hand, not quite sure if the boy had mistaken me for someone else, thought of something that brought paleness to his face, or simply felt that I was a danger to him and his presence.  "I'm Quadrys, Quadrys Lexig." After a moments hesitation, I chose to approach the subject that I had been curious about rather than inching around it like it was something taboo and I was a coward. "Is... everything alright?"

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"I'm Quadrys, Quadrys Lexig." The words escaped the other's lips, causing him to nod at remembering this name by heart due to knowing of stories and tales of him as he grew up. "Is... everything alright?" His horrified expression planted on his face had lingered too long and he wiped it away, trying to cover it up with a comment that was actually legitimate because this was something he should be scared of too. "Uh, yeah. I'm Ufuoma Northrop, however Andrew is better." A slight pause as he looked around, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

He never thought of his actions until they were done, and he hated that about himself. "Everything's fine, just uh, parents and all. They're gonna freak about this." He made a motion towards his face. "They expect that I'm gonna win everything I do." The male shrugged slightly as he looked at the male.