[𝕬𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆]
(N) Lack of self control;
the state of mind in which
someone acts against their
better judgement through
weakness of will.
❝They wanted a monster. I decided to give them one.❞
Pre 'The Hunger Games' - Mockingjay Pt2
Started - 18 f...
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"𝖨'𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲"
✧ ✦ ✧
𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 the train to see everyone already sitting down, waiting for her to arrive.
"Ah, Darcie dear, there you are, come, come." Pearl ushered, as Darcie complied, sitting down next to Aramis.
"Now you obviously both know who I am," Pearl started, gesturing to herself, "But I'm Pearl Morgan, your escort. I'll be with you until the very end, when you are sent into the arena, showing you the capitol and telling you all about it."
She then gestured her hand for the brunette man to start speaking, causing the expensive gold bracelets, that were rested loosely on her wrist, to rattle slightly.
"And I'm Huxley Burten." He explained, "I'll be your mentor, telling you about the games and shit."
"Huxley!" Pearl scolded, glaring at the 30 year old man, "We have a child here!"
"It's fine." Darcie interrupted, "I've heard it all before, my brother has a tendency to drop things, then ends up cursing everything, and if it's not him complaining it'll be Daniella."
"I see." Pearl replied, nodding slightly.
"Do you have any advice for us?" Aramis asked Huxley as food appeared on the table, as he, and Darcie, started to eat it.
Darcie had been taught manners from an early age so, unlike Aramis who seemed to be eating as much as he could, she took her time.
Huxley started to give the pair of tributes general advice for their games, practice your skills but don't give away what your best at, make allies not enemies, get sponsors by being liked, try to get something from the cornucopia and much more.
Once the quartet had spoke for a while, and finished their food, Pearl ushered them all of to bed.
Once Darcie and Aramis got to their rooms, which were situated next to each other, Aramis stopped and turned to face Darcie.
"I know you're scared." He said, his voice oddly calming to Darcie, "I am too, and I can't imagine what it's like for you, being only thirteen. But we'll be okay, I'll protect you, I promise."
