Living Under A Paper Moon [Open]

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Having a full night's sleep was next to impossible. Sure, the beds were...heavenly, really. They were incredibly comfortable, and there was enough going on during the day that made you feel exhausted, and the amount of food that you could eat, and probably would eat would probably make you feel sluggish, so that sleep was probably going to be the only the thing that you could do. But even then, Kurt struggled to do so. Any times he did sleep, something would make him startled about an hour later, and it would take him ages to mange to slip back into a deep sleep again.

Tonight was no different. Kurt was just trashing around in bed, desperately trying to find some position that he could sleep in, but nothing worked. Not sleeping over the covers, with nothing but the mattress, completely wrapping himself up. Hell, Kurt even tried to sleep on the floor at some point tonight in the hope of catching some sleep. But still, he was awake and as restless as ever.

At least he had stopped crying as much at night. Which, Kurt could only see as a good thing. At least he wouldn't be over heard now, and be targeted. And it was part of the reason why he was up for the first few days, especially after the Welcoming Ceremony. Sure, he missed District Eight, his home, like hell, but he'd accepted that he wasn't going back there. He did have his mother's locket, and the clothes he wore from the Reaping with him, so there were some reminders that home hadn't completely left him

The interview with Caeser Flickerman was coming soon. It was tomorrow, and Kurt knew that was probably why he was having so much trouble. He was terrified. He was terrified that Caeser was going to ask him something, and he wouldn't say anything at all and look like a damned fool. Or, he wouldn't be able to stop talking at all, using up all his time on one simple question. Or, even worse, his new found attitude problem and slug like charm would completely take over, making everyone in the Districts and the Capitol hate him, resulting in not getting any sponsors, if he'd even managed to get past the blood bath.

Groaning softly, Kurt pushes himself out of bed, running a hand through his hair. It was probably the first time this week he'd been able to run his hand through it. It was usually completely killed by spray by his prep team. He was surprised that they even bothered with it, but apparently, it looked awful otherwise. Well..It really wasn't his fault that his hair just...seemed to grow untidy.

After leaving his bed, he immediately feels cold, and knows why. In an attempt to get to sleep, Kurt had thrown off the clothes he was wearing, including underclothes, and they were now completely scattered across the room. Deciding that it probably wasn't best to just be standing in his room naked, Kurt picks up his clothes, and places them on his chair, slipping his underclothes back on for some warmth. Glancing towards the door, Kurt thinks for a few moments. Maybe walking around for a while would help his nerves calm and it would help him to go to sleep? It couldn't hurt to try.

So, slipping on the clothes from the Reaping, Kurt leaves his room, slowly closing the door behind him. He wanders around for a while, moving slowly and quietly so he doesn't wake any of the other Tributes, especially the Careers. Eventually, Kurt finds himself at the door to the roof top. The door was slightly open. Either, it was always open like this, or someone else was there, or had been there recently. Panic begins to fill him, before Kurt shrugs it off. He needed to be outside. He couldn't exactly wander the streets to the Capitol, and the roof top was the best he had.

Pushing the door open a little more, Kurt looks around, not seeing anyone near by. Breathing a small sigh of relief, Kurt walks towards the edge, looking down. If he fell from here? Kurt was pretty sure that he'd die. Though, the Captiol had probably done their best to stop Tributes from hurling themselves off it, setting up a forcefield that would just send them flying back onto the roof. So, throwing himself off the top of here wasn't the best thing to do. Sighing a little, Kurt sits down on the ground, and looks down at the Capitol streets below him, just watching the lights of the City. Looking up after a few minutes passed, Kurt frowns at the sight of the moon. It was full, and no clouds were covering it. The lights from the Capitol kind of...reflected off of it, and it just looked incredibly mocking really. At least, it did to Kurt. Then again...Everything here was like that. Groaning internally, Kurt shakes his head, and leans it against the wall, still gazing up at the moon, occasionally looking over the stars. "I'm going mad.."

[/b] He mumbles almost incoherently.

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WORDS:[/B] 860
MUSE:[/B] NONE
TAGS:[/B] ANY OF THE TRIBUTES, UNLESS WILL AND SUE DECIDE TO BE MENTORS
NOTES:[/B] Blargh. Sickness. So yeah, guys...Jump in if you want to and you're a tribute, haha.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

There was no denying it. The Capitol beds were a lot comfier than what he was used to back home, but for that didn’t matter to him. Sure he had never been more comfy in his life than when he was living here in the capitol. The beds were perfect, and he had never been able to eat this much food before. He had eaten so much on the first day that he had almost thrown it straight back up. After that, he had decided that it was probably best if he ate the food in moderation.

As with most nights, he was still finding it difficult to get to sleep. It didn’t matter how comfortable the beds were, it wasn’t his bed. And he didn’t have his brothers with him to help him sleep. He’d spent hours tossing and turning, and when he did finally fall asleep, he was roused only a couple of hours and told to get ready for the day. So he never got more than a couple of hours sleep.

Tonight was just horrible. After a small dinner, he had a couple of hours talking strategies with the mentors, before he was finally allowed to go to bed. As with every night, he had had a small shower as to get rid of any make up that was left on from the day, before he got into bed. As always, he had decided not to wear his clothes. He couldn’t stand the Capitol wear, and had had decided that every opportunity he got, he wasn’t going to wear it. But after he had climbed into bed tonight, something had happened that he had been expecting to happen for some time now. He cried. And once he started he couldn’t stop himself. The tears had been building up since the reaping, and now they were let loose.

After a while he finally managed to stop himself, and just hoped that no-one had heard him. He knew that they had, he would have just made himself a potential target. But now he couldn’t sleep. His worry’s and fears were too close to the surface now. At the moment, his biggest worry wasn’t that he wasn’t going to make it home alive. He had made his peace with everyone that he needed to make peace with. No. Right now his biggest worry was what was going to happen tomorrow during his interview with Ceaser Flickerman. He had no idea what he was going to do. The mentors just hadn’t been able to find a good angle for him. He wasn’t exactly good looking enough to go for that angle. He wasn’t funny, and there was no way in hell he was going to be able to go for the aggressive and dangerous angle. He just didn’t have it in him. He supposed he was just going to have to go for it and hope that some would go right for once. But with his luck, that just wasn’t going to happen.

After a few more minutes tossing and turning, he realized that sleep just wasn’t going to happen tonight. So instead, he pulled himself out of his bed, and suddenly became aware of how cold it was. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to go to sleep naked. He quickly located his underwear and pulled it on, and for the first time, appreciated how warm it really was. He then located the clothes that he had been wearing for the reaping and pulled them on. He decided that if ever there was a time to go exploring, then this was it.

He left his room quietly, and made sure that he was quiet as he walked around the building. He didn’t want to wake anyone up, especially the Careers. That wouldn’t be a wise idea. After a while he found himself at the door to the rooftop. He didn’t really take much notice of the fact that the door was already open. As he pushed it open further, he got a whiff of the air, and as he walked over to the edge, he suddenly realized how high up they actually were. A smile came to his lips, as he remembered an old song his father had once sung him to help him get to sleep, and he couldn’t help but sing it now, if only to remember a little piece of home.

He jumped from 50,000 feet without a parachute
He jumped from 50,000 feet without a parachute
He jumped from 50,000 feet without a parachute,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He landed on the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam,
He landed on the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam,
He landed on the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more

Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The put him in an envelope and sent him home to mum
The put him in an envelope and sent him home to mum
The put him in an envelope and sent him home to mum
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see
She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see
She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see
And he ain’t gonna jump no more

Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He smiled fondly as he finished the song. That song had always made him fall asleep. And so had the other one. But before he could do anything else, he suddenly became aware that he wasn’t alone on the rooftop. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something, something small, that had made he realize. He turned slowly, and called into the darkness, trying to keep the fear out of his voice, Who’s there?

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Tagged: Kurt
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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

The worst part about the interview was trying to act charming. Kurt knew he wouldn't be able to do that. He wouldn't even be able to act even remotely friendly. He'd be snappy, glaring at everyone, or would just be a mumbling wreck. Either way, he wouldn't be getting anyone in the audience on his side. If he was a Career and had a chance in hell of winning, then it would be no problem. The only thing that was helping him get past the Cornucopia was his mother.

It wasn't that he felt like her spirit was protecting him or anything. It wasn't anything like that at all -- Kurt didn't believe in that. It was because of what she'd done when he was younger. As soon as he was old enough, she'd taught him how to use a bow and arrow properly in case he'd been chosen for the Games. She was a past Victor. He'd grown up in the Victor's Village, and it was really just amazing.

That was, up until her death. Kurt remembered it all too well. She'd protested against the Peacekeepers after they'd been beating the hell out of one of the workers in the textile factory. Instead, the Peacekeepers turned on her, and beat her to death, right in front of Kurt and his father. The worker ended up dying from his injuries. After that, Kurt and his father were kicked out of the house, and they'd settled in his mother's old house. Kurt's grandmother still lived there, and she was willing to take them in. She died as well about a month afterwards, so they had the house to himself.

Kurt didn't fully know what he was going to do with his training after his mother's death, but he knew that he couldn't just abandon it. He was going to forget it all if he'd been chosen as tribute. And now? Kurt didn't regret the times he risked his neck to sneak out into the woods to practice. He did manage to adapt to his technique, and finally got pretty good at using the weapon. He wasn't his mother though. He wouldn't ever be as good as his mother. Not in archery, and not as a Tribute. Maybe if she'd lived, even for a few years longer, maybe Kurt would just be able to stand next to her in that light. But he wasn't. He was just some half-skilled kid, who had next to no luck.

As... proud as he was of his mother, Kurt didn't want anyone to find out he was related to her. Not here anyway. That way, people would expect him to be like her. To be as perfect and charming as a Tribute as her. Kurt saw the tapes. After finding out about his relation to her, Kurt's mentor forced him to watch tapes. Kurt was surprised to find out that his mentor found him out. After all, just looking at the names "Lily Capulet" and "Kurt Hummel", there was no connection there. But apparently, Kurt had given one of the Capitol members a look that reminded his mentor of his mother, and after remembering a news broadcast about his mother's marriage? It finally set into place in the mentor's mind.

He saw her interview with Flickerman, and was flawlessly charming. She pretty much had the audience eating out of her hand. There wasn't anything that she said that was wrong, and her looks certainly helped her. As for how she was in the Arena, Kurt's mother actually had a similar tactic to what he was planning. Don't make too many friends, but help them out when you need to, and don't kill anyone unless it's necessary. His mother only ended up killing one person intentionally throughout the whole competition, and it was a mercy killing. The tribute was the person she'd formed an allegiance with, and they'd been badly injured. To the point where they were bleeding slowly to death. The tribute had begged her to kill him before the Careers did, and to make it quick. As for when she got to the final two? The other remaining Tribute was practically hunting her, and she'd kept to the trees. Fortunately for her, this Tribute didn't know much about the plant life and ended up swallowing a load of poisonous berries. She'd won by chance, but up until then, she'd won through her own skill. Arguably though, she won through her own skill as she'd been able to hide for that long without being caught. Either way, Kurt knew he wasn't going to be as good as that. What was worse about this was that the Capitol people involved with District Eight (Kurt had begged them not to let any of the other Tributes know) were now expecting him to be like his mother.

And Kurt knew that wasn't going to happen.


Kurt wasn't even aware that someone else was here. He didn't hear them coming in at all, and if they hadn't sang? Then Kurt was sure that he wouldn't have been aware that they were even there.

"He jumped from 50,000 feet without a parachute
He jumped from 50,000 feet without a parachute
He jumped from 50,000 feet without a parachute,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He landed on the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam,
He landed on the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam,
He landed on the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more

Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The put him in an envelope and sent him home to mum
The put him in an envelope and sent him home to mum
The put him in an envelope and sent him home to mum
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see
She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see
She put him on the mantelpiece for everyone to see
And he ain’t gonna jump no more

Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
Glory, Glory, what an hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

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Hearing that song, Kurt couldn't help but think of the songs his parents sang a lot. Well, in one case, had sang a lot. The other only started singing after the other's death. His father sang "The Hanging Tree" after his mother's death. It was the only time that Kurt had ever heard him sing. Any other songs, his father remained silent. As for his mother, there were two that stood out in his mind. One was a lullaby that she would sing every night to get him to sleep. The other, she would just hum or sing around the house pretty much every day. Kurt didn't know the name, but the lyrics and melody, he knew by heart. The song, in his mother's voice, began playing in his head, and Kurt was seconds away from starting to sing it when the voice, presumably from the person who'd just sung, rings out. "Who’s there?"[/i][/b] Kurt opens his mouth, about to call back "Kurt", but stopped. There weren't more than four tributes that knew his name, and there was a chance that Kurt didn't know the Tribute that was there. Though, he didn't recognize his voice. Swallowing back a little, Kurt cranes his neck, to see who it was, frowning a little when he was unable to before calling out "District Eight. What about you?"[/b]

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WORDS:[/B] 1388 (With Lyrics) 1078 (Without Lyrics)
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TAGS:[/B] RORY
NOTES:[/B] The song's Kurt's mother sang are "Rue's Lullaby" (the one she sang to get him to sleep) and the muse song for the one she sang around the house. Also, kind of rambled in that post. Sorry ;^^[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

Rory really wasn’t sure what he was going to do when it came to the actual interview. No-one he personally knew had ever been in the games. The only people he currently had to rely on for advice were his mentors. And he wasn’t sure how much he could really rely on them. One was a drunk, and the other, from what he could gather, was somehow related Lyric and he in his mind, that meant he was going to be more focused on keeping her alive. And in a way, he was fine with that. It meant that he would have to keep to himself, and for the time being, that was exactly what he had been doing. Every chance he got, he was watching old interview tapes, and trying to figure out what he had was going to do. He had the odd chat with one of the mentors sometimes, but that was rare. The drunken one was usually too drunk to talk, and the other one was usually talking with Lyric.

At this moment in time, his current plan was quite simple. He was going to treat it like it was a normal conversation. A normal question and answer session. Whatever questions Ceaser asked him, he would just answer them like he normally would. But knowing his life, and the way things had been going, he was bound to get asked something, he wouldn’t know how to answer, and he’d end up making himself look like a right idiot.

But right wasn’t the time to be focusing on the negative. He had to focus on the positive. Even though he was sure that he wasn’t going to make it past the Cornucopia, and then if he did, it was going to take every amount of his skill to survive. Currently most of his skill was devoted to his Bow & Arrow. And that was a skill he was desperate to keep under wraps. The only thing he was sure off in the skills department was his knife skills, which he knew wasn’t a very big secret, considering how on the first day of training he had pretty much shown off those skills, and unless he put in some more training, he was doomed in the arena.

Unlike quite a few of the other Tributes, Rory had never had to experience the pain of losing a family member in the games. None of his family had even been reaped for the Games. Well, as far as he knew none of them had ever been reaped, and if someone had been, then his parents hadn’t told him anything about it. He had heard rumors that the District Eight Male Tribute had had someone close to him die in the Games, but he didn’t know him that well, and he didn’t really want to bring it up, just in case it turned out to be true, and he accidently ruined any chance of an alliance that he had with him.

After he finished his song, and he had called out asking who was there, he heard the answer come back in a relatively familiar voice, District Eight. What about you? He breathed a small sigh of relief. At least it was someone who he on relatively friendly terms with. And by that he meant one of the few people who he hadn’t, ignored, shouted at or thrown a knife at. He couldn’t help but smile as he remembered trying to help out the District Eight boy, and had effectively ruined any chances of an alliance with the District Three Male Tribute. But it may have strengthened his chances at getting an alliance with this kid. And now was the time to see if it was actually going to happen. He stepped into the light and saw him trying to get a better look at him. He looked him directly in the eye and said Rory. Rory Flanagan. District Twelve He figured the best way to gain his trust was to give him his proper name.

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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

In regards to his mother, Kurt didn't tell a soul. Not even Scarlett. OUt of all the Tributes, she probably knew the most, unless the Careers did background checks. The mentors would have probably told her out of the tributes, though they might have mentioned to a few others. That would be the only way Kurt could see this getting out. Which seemed likely. From a few comments the Female District Four had said, she seemed to know. She made a few jeering comments, which had resulted in Kurt throwing one of the sai swords that were in his hands at her head, making sure that he missed. But the girl was livid, and Kurt immediately regretted it. Though, he knew he was probably able to avoid her.

Apart from her though? Kurt didn't think he'd made himself any enemies. He had a few people he knew he had no chance in hell of forming an alliance, such as District Three's male, and maybe Blaine. Kurt still wasn't sure about where he and Blaine stood with each other. Maybe he'd never know.. Just as long as Blaine wasn't setting out to kill him? Then Kurt was fine.

Though, Kurt was glad to know that he did have a small hope of maybe having an alliance with the boy from District 12. They seemed to get on in the Training Centre, and really. Kurt hoped it would stay that way. Kurt just hoped that neither would have to see or cause the other to die..It would be too damn awful, and Kurt knew just how much it hurt to see someone you were close to dying. It wasn't pleasant and Kurt certainly didn't want to go through it agian, or cause anyone else to go through it. Kurt smiles when the boy steps out into the light. He didn't even need ot mention his district for Kurt to know who he was. But, yeah. Kurt was glad to see him "Rory. Rory Flanagan. District Twelve"

[/i][/b] Still smiling softly, Kurt leans forward, extending his hand out "Kurt. Kurt Hummel. You already know my District"[/b] He laughs a little weakly as he speaks, trying to make the atmosphere less heavy. At least they knew each other's names now. Certainly was good progress on the whole allies front.

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MUSE:[/B] WIND'S NOCTURNE (LUNA'S BOAT SONG)[/b][/font][/size][/url]
TAGS:[/B] RORY
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[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

The first place Rory had heard of the other boys’ mother being a previous victor, was from one a Capitol citizen that he had passed on the way into the training building. He had only heard a snippet of the conversation, but he had heard enough. He’d heard the words: “District Eight” “Boys Mother” and “Victor” before he had been hurried along by the Peacekeepers, and ushered into the building. He had then spent the day thinking about what he had heard, and the only conclusion he had reached was that the District Eight Male Tribute’s mother had been a previous victor. He didn’t know what had happened to her, but he didn’t recall seeing her at the train station when the Tributes had said goodbye to their family. But then again, he hadn’t really paid much attention to many other Tributes. He’d been more focused on saying goodbye to his own family, for what could have been the last time. And from what he had seen around the Training center, a few other Tributes might’ve known the truth.

In Rorys mind, at the moment, the only person he was even considering an alliance with was the boy from District Eight. They had managed to get on quite well in the Training Center, and he was hoping that it was going to stay that way. He knew for a fact that an alliance with District Three was out of the question, considering how when he had first met the Male Tribute, he had thrown two knives at him, making sure they hit the dummy behind him, then talked to him with a rather cold attitude.

After coming into the light, and introducing himself by name, he saw a soft smile cross his lips, before he offered his hand, and said, Kurt Hummel. You already know my District Rory shook his hand, and smiled back, saying, District…… Eight? Right? he laughed a little before continuing. So. What brings you to the roofs tonight? he asked, sitting down by the edge of the roof. He wasn’t even considering throwing himself off, because he was sure that there was some kind of forcefield in place to stop Tributes doing such things.

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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Kurt was glad not many of the other tributes mentioned his mother. Especially Scarlett. She probably knew for definite out of all of the other Tributes that his mother was a past victor. He'd only told Blaine though that his mother had died, but that was all he said. And he didn't even meaan it then. It just..slipped out before he had the chance to stop it. But he'd learnt to control his mouth, at least with personal things. Kurt still would make snappy comments before they could be stopped, but he'd always had that problem. It was only worse now because of his situation.

Even though things went well with the boy from District 12, Kurt hoped that he wouldn't find some way to mess it up. District 3's male probably hated him, and he knew that was the case for District 4's girl. Though, she seemed like the type who hated everyone. With Blaine, Kurt knew that there wasn't much point right now to try and get them on better terms. He would probably work on that in the arena. On the last day? There was no point, really. They'd both be too focused with the interview, and preparing themselves mentally for going into the Arena. As Rory shakes his hand, Kurt smiles a little. God...It was really weird that he was able to be this..nice to another Tribute. Kurt was thinking that he was going to be alone for most part. " District…… Eight? Right"

[/b][/i]. Smiling a little wider, Kurt nods. "Yep, District Eight"[/b] He says, laughing along with him. "So. What brings you to the roofs tonight?"[/i][/b]. Kurt watches as Rory sits down on the edge of the rooftop before replying to him "Couldn't sleep, and I really just needed some fresh air.."[/b] Kurt looks down, pausing for a few moments, before looking back up at him "What about you?"[/b]

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WORDS:[/B] 316
MUSE:[/B] WIND'S NOCTURNE (LUNA'S BOAT SONG)[/b][/font][/size][/url]
TAGS:[/B] RORY
NOTES:[/B] NONE[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

If there was anything that Rory had learnt over the years of living in District 12, it was to not talk to people about dead parents. Most of the time, they tended to get upset by it and become withdrawn. It had happened to him a couple of times, and he had seen it happen to many others. These days you tended to know when someone’s parent had died in a cave in, because you tended to see them receiving medals in the place of their parent. He dreaded every day his father went into the mine because he was always worried that one of these days, he would be up on that stage receiving the medal.

At the moment, Rory thought that the only person he was getting on with, outside his District, was District Eight’s male. He just hoped that he wouldn’t mess it up like he usually did. Because, in the words of his mentor, “You’re an unsociable little bastard, with no a crap attitude, and unless you put a smile on your face, and cheer up your attitude, you’re gonna get no alliance’s or sponsors” so he had spent the last few days with a fake smile, and an even faker attitude, and he couldn’t wait to get into the arena where he could at least be himself at times.

Yep, District Eight Kurt then laughed alongside Rory. After he asked him about him being on the roof, Kurt took a few seconds, before answering Couldn't sleep, and I really just needed some fresh air.. a few seconds later he then asked, What about you? Rory looked out across the city for a few seconds before replying, Nerves, couldn’t sleep, just needed some fresh air. Same as you I suppose. He away from Kurt, and out over the city again, trying to figure out how exactly he was going to bring up the subject of an alliance. If he didn’t do it now, it was going to have to wait until they were in the arena, and knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to find him in the arena. If he got past the Cornucopia that was.

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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

People didn't usually talk about dead parents, relatives in District Eight. It was usually just swept under the rug, and kept hush-hush. Kurt did have people approach him about his mother, saying how it was a shame and a loss that she died. It happened a lot with the other few people his age who lost their parents who were also past Victors of the Games. It kind of made Kurt mad. It was like they only cared that their parents died because they were famous. Either that, or those were the only deaths that were known, seeing as how the word that they had died was spread like wildfire. Kurt did have to wonder though..Would this happen to him, if he ever made it back, if his father died? Kurt knew it could happen at any moment. Hell, his father could be dead right now. He had to be extremely careful with his heart after he, almost miraculously, recovered from a heart-attack. But Kurt knew that it was likely he could die at any moment. He just hoped that it wasn't going to happen right after he lived through this, that his father wasn't going to die soon after he left the Games. It was going to be devastating anyways, but after going through the torment of the Games? Kurt wasn't sure he'd make it.

Kurt did hope that he wasn't going to completely mess up with District 12. He'd burned a few bridges, from snapping, and he wasn't sure if his fellow District Eight tribute, Scarlett, would be willing to form an alliance with her. He'd been less than civil with her as time went on. So, if they weren't going to help each other out, it would come as much a shock to him. But Kurt knew that unless he completely screwed up, which wasn't going to be very likely as he was getting on pretty well with him, he'd hopefully still have District 12 to help him out. That was if he was looking for an alliance.

Kurt follows Rory's gaze, and looks out over the city, just taking in the view again. "Nerves, couldn’t sleep, just needed some fresh air. Same as you I suppose"

[/b][/i] Kurt smiles a little, and slides down the wall he was leaning against slightly. Kurt knew that if he wanted to ask about an alliance, he was going to have to it up here, or at the latest, tomorrow, either before or after the interview. Once they got into the arena, Kurt wasn't sure if either of them would find each other if they had survived the bloodbath. Kurt nods. "I'm actually feeling slightly sick because of the nerves"[/b] He says, laughing weakly. "Do you think any of the Tributes have ever died on that stage before?"[/b]

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[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

Dead relatives were usually hushed up in District Twelve, and from he had heard from other tributes talking, it was the same in the other Districts as well. Rory had never had to go through that pain, well, he had, but he had never had a relative die in an accident. It had usually just been one day they were there, the next they were dead. A few times he had had a few people come up to him and say, “ I heard about you grandmother. She was a good women she’ll be missed.” But that had stopped. But the kids who had a relative die in the mines, they usually became more hostile. He had seen on more than one accsion a kid hit someone who said sorry for their loss. Rory tended to stay away from them. He liked to keep a low profile most of the time.

"I'm actually feeling slightly sick because of the nerves. Do you think any of the Tributes have ever died on that stage before?" Rory could understand why he was laughing. If you laughed, it made the whole thing seem funnier. The alternative of course was to accept the reality that you could very be dead within the next week. Of course in District Twelve, if you didn’t get enough to eat, that was always a possibility. Rory gave a slight chuckle as well Well if they have, then the Capitol’s certainly managed to cover it up quite well. There always seems to be twenty-four tributes going in. Just wish twenty-four were coming out The last bit he said in a quiet murmer. Just loud enough that Kurt could probably hear, but if someone was watching, then they probably wouldn’t.

After he finished talking, he looked out over the city. The Capitol almost seemed to glow beneath them. They never had to worry about running out things that he considered a luxury. Things like electricity, which he was lucky to get a few hours off a day. Of course TV’s would be running non-stop over the next couple of weeks as the Games were broadcast everywhere. Without looking at Kurt he said, It’s beautiful. Isn’t it? Just a shame most of the people down there will be betting on whether we live or die in the coming weeks. If I make it that far.

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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

It was slightly relieving in a way, that the other districts seemed to deal with dead relatives in the same way. It just... It gave some form of comfort to Kurt that even though they all lived extremely different lives, there was one thing that were similar for most, if not all of them.

Hearing Rory giving a chuckle, Kurt felt more at ease. Well, at least Rory didn't think he was mental for being able to laugh at this. Though, it really was the only thing for them sometimes. "Well if they have, then the Capitol’s certainly managed to cover it up quite well."

[/b][/i] Kurt laughs softly, his head leaned against the wall, not letting it bother him too much that his hair was being slightly messed up "Knowing the Capitol, that really wouldn't surprise me"[/b] It was really unbelievable how much the Capitol would hide to make the Games seem better. Well, more entertaining to them. "There always seems to be twenty-four tributes going in. Just wish twenty-four were coming out"[/b][/i]. Sighing a little sadly, Kurt glances at the floor. "So do I.... But the Games wouldn't exist if that were the case.. No entertainment. Not unless we all broke out, or something Even if one more person made it out alive, it would make this slightly more bearable."[/b] Kurt says, in the same volume of voice as Rory. Now, Kurt had no intentions of breaking out of the arena -- he knew it would be impossible. But some Capitol person over-hearing this might not take it the same way.

"It’s beautiful. Isn’t it? Just a shame most of the people down there will be betting on whether we live or die in the coming weeks. If I make it that far."[/b][/i] Kurt had to agree with that. It was... Okay, it was perfect in the Capitol. Apart from one thing -- rather, person -- it was perfect for Kurt. It was something that he'd only be able to dream about before. It was just why he was here, and the distinct lack of his father was what made this impossible. "It is....And it's sick how they can do that. Just... betting on kids lives."[/b]. Kurt watches over the city for a while, before looking back at Rory "Do you think you could make it that far?"[/b]

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[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

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Kurt laughed at his sort of joke, and Rory couldn’t help but loose a quick smile. He liked this kid. When someone could laugh at a joke, when they were on the cusp of being killed, you had to admire their guts. Though if you didn’t laugh, then you were faced with the alternative of accepting the fact that you could die pretty soon. Knowing the Capitol, that really wouldn’t surprise me. And Rory had to agree with him. When it came to the Capitol and the Games, you never knew what lengths they would go to, just to ensure the citizens had a good amount of entertainment. And then he was signing sadly. All the jolliness had gone out of his voice. So do I.... But the Games wouldn't exist if that were the case.. He was also whispering. It didn’t seem to matter where you went, when you were in the Capitol, you always had the feeling that you were being watched, and you always had to be careful with what you said. Yeah. A life without the Games… he trailed off, and for a moment, he was lost in thought. But he soon recovered. No entertainment. Not unless we all broke out, or something. Rory couldn’t help himself. He gave a small laugh, but when he spoke, his voice was still a whisper Yeah. And we couldn’t allow the Capitolites to be without entertainment. Breaking out. It’s a nice idea, but I don’t see how it’s going to be possible. Even though they were talking about it, Rory had no plans to break out. If he did, it could have serious repercussions. For both his family and his District. Even if one more person made it out alive, it would make this slightly more bearable. Rory smiled at the thought. Yeah. Just one more person. If only. If only The last part was a bare whisper, and unless you were really straining your ears to hear, you wouldn’t have heard.

It was true. Despite everything that was coming, staying in the Capitol, was like a dream come true. Growing up in District Twelve, whether you came from the Seam or the Merchants district, food was always hard to come by. Admittedly, coming from the Merchants District, he did have a bit more food than those who came from the Seam, but that was still nothing compared with the amount of food he had been able to eat here. It is....And it's sick how they can do that. Just... betting on kids lives. Rory signed slightly. Yeah. It is. I’ve often wondered how they sleep at night, when they know that kids are fighting to the death, just so they can have a few weeks of entertainment. But then I remembered. They’re Capitol citizens. They can probably just have a special drink that would put them to sleep. There was a slight break in the talk as they both looked out over the city. Do you think you could make it that far? The question caught Rory off guard. He had only briefly thought about it, and every time he did, he imagined himself being one of the first to go. Most likely a knife to the back or something during the Bloodbath. But now that he was here, and not training, he had a chance to properly think about it, and the thought of alliances popped into his kid. The only people he had even considered allying himself were Lyric, although that had been decided when they had both been reaped. But since then, he had considered asking Kurt about one. And now he could. He looked back at Kurt, locking eyes with the boy, and spoke in a simple voice, Maybe. If I had an alliance He wasn’t going to let on about Lyric just yet. He just had to hope that he would get his meaning.

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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

"Yeah. A life without the Games…"

[/b][/i] Kurt nods slowly, tucking his knees into his chest a little. "It would be.. perfect. Well. Not perfect. But better.. Wouldn't have to worry about you, or loved ones dying for entertainment."[/b] It was hard for Kurt not to think about life without the Games. "Yeah. And we couldn’t allow the Capitolites to be without entertainment. Breaking out. It’s a nice idea, but I don’t see how it’s going to be possible"[/b][/i] Kurt laughs softly, shaking his head. "They would probably have a mental breakdown if they didn't have their precious little entertainment.. I don't know how possible breaking out would be.. But the consequences really aren't worth it, I think"[/b] If Kurt's father had died when he had that heart attack last year, Kurt guessed that he would definitely try running, or breaking out of the arena. He wouldn't have anyone else, unless they found out about how close he was to Mercedes and Tina. Mercedes was definitely at more risk than Tina however, as Tina won the Games last year. "Yeah. Just one more person. If only. If only"[/b][/i] Kurt only just managed to hear what Rory had said, and he nods slowly "Making an alliance wouldn't be so hard then.."[/b]

The Capitol was definitely a nice place, even if the reason why Kurt was there was just wicked. It was nicer, and much more luxurious than his small old house in District Eight. He hadn't always lived there, so he was sort of used to having a nice place to stay, as he'd grown up in the Victor's Village. Kurt missed that house, and not just because of how nice the house was. Because if he was still living there, his mother would still be alive, and that was all Kurt wanted more than getting out of here alive. "Yeah. It is. I’ve often wondered how they sleep at night, when they know that kids are fighting to the death, just so they can have a few weeks of entertainment. But then I remembered. They’re Capitol citizens. They can probably just have a special drink that would put them to sleep."[/b] Kurt scoffs a little, in disgust at the Capitol "Yeah..and they're just the few that give a damn.. The others don't even care about us. They just sleep as if it's nothing."[/b] Kurt could only guess that the reason why Rory hadn't spoken after he asked the question was out of shock, but Kurt just waited patiently. He holds Rory's gaze, raising an eyebrow a little as he waited for him to reply. "Maybe. If I had an alliance"[/b][/i] A slight smile appears on Kurt's lips. He wasn't too sure, but it seemed like Rory was suggesting an alliance between them both. Kurt nods slowly, tilting his head slightly "It would certainly help us get even just a little bit further with an alliance, wouldn't it?"[/b]

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NOTES:[/B] It's okay ^^ I've been pretty sucky with replying recently anyways.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]