Alpha & Omega // [Red + Leet]

[Baby Wessex d9 [earthling]]

ELITE HOPS


The vase he carried wasn't the best container for his gift but it would have to do. All of the official fishbowls had been designated official District Four decor and he wasn't allowed to move any of them, even within the Training Center. He must have looked truly incredulous when the stylist referred to them as aquariums because the next thing he knew she was handing him a vase and shooing him out of the room.

Not that he expected Cedar to care much about the packaging. If only Elite could know for sure that the District Twelve tribute would understand: this was a gift. A peace offering. He was pretty sure they'd shared a joke of some sort the other day. He'd picked the beta in best health, not the prettiest one. Cedar would get it. He was like 80% sure he would.

His knees felt a little weak as the elevator deposited him on the top floor. Heights. Not his favorite. He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing. The only person in the foyer was a young woman. Probably the District Twelve Female but she might? be a Capitolite?

He started to sweat. "I brought Cedar Halt a beta," he stammered, like that was some kind of pass code. "It makes sense, I promise. At least, I hope it does."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

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The luxury of an influential drink was frowned down upon by nearly all for training Tributes to consume. And perhaps in this early evening it was generally not a time to drink. While with the end clocking closer, listening to any rules of anyone seemed useless in the grand scheme. Alcohol was a rare commodity back home, spared for the most special of events, and here it was as frequent as water - and I’d take all parts in. A gentle cup of whiskey being poured straight, just to softly drink and relish in the flavor of silence, until another intrudes upon this quiet top floors of ours.

The glass is set down on the counter before me, my head tilting to the side as I consume his words that are practically stuttering with uncertainty. The stain of the whiskey remains upon the tip of my lips. Of course it’s another uneasy Tribute, as if no confident ones were chosen for this Game - perhaps I can change that though.

A beta was referred to all the men in our District that simply bowed to the Capitol without thought, and only bashed the Ruler in secrecy. Surely this boy for Four was referring to the fish, but a little play on words has never hurt anyone… that badly.

“And what makes Cedar so special that’s he receiving the attractive boy from Four as a gift?” A cheeky grin spreads across my lips still tasting of whiskey. Another glass is brought out, more whiskey poured into both. “No gift for me, Beta?” Because this boy is clearly not an alpha, while I hand him the drink despite.

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{Beautiful Table made by the Amazing Arrows <3}