[Blaine] The Moment To Live, And The Moment to Die

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

He couldn't believe this was happening....He was going to participate in the Hunger Games at the Capitol. Out of all of the males in District Eight, he had to be the one chosen. Admittedly, he did have twenty-eight slips with his name on it, having two extra in exchange for tessera, but they were others who had nearly fifty. Why hadn't they been chosen instead? It was an awful thought, yes, but it just wasn't fair. Kurt didn't know what he was doing. He didn't really know any survival techniques and there was no way in hell he could even fight off any of the Careers. Sure, he was pretty skilled with a bow and arrow, but that wasn't enough to get him through this. It would actually take a fucking miracle for that to happen. So, from the moment that his name was called, and not one person volunteered to take his place, he knew he was screwed. His father had looked like he was about to protest, but Kurt knew why he didn't. It was because of what happened to District Thirteen. The walk onto the stage...the holding of his father's gaze, just seeing the heart-break in it... It was then that had just made Kurt accept his inevitable death.

Saying his good-byes to everyone was probably one of the worst things that had happened today. He had received some small gifts, such as food for the journey there, or something from one of the textile shops. The parents of the female tribute had also came to say good-bye. They didn't give him anything, but words of encouragement. The last person to say their farewell was his father. Out of everyone else that came to speak to him, seeing his father was the hardest for him. That was it..The last time they were ever going to see each other. His father seemed pretty confident that Kurt would win, but Kurt could sense the uncertainty in his voice as he spoke. Just before he had to leave, Kurt's father had given him his mother's old locket. Kurt recognized it straight away -- she wore it everyday before her death. Apparently his father gave it to her on the night of their wedding. His father kept it in his pocket everyday since her death, and it was unbelievable that he was being given it as a keepsake....to be reminded of home during the whole time he was in the arena. It was at that point, that Kurt had broken down into sobs. He had been trying to fight it ever since his name was called out, and he was hating himself that he was doing it now. It just made him seem weak -- an easy target to the other tributes.

The female tribute of District Eight wanted to spend time with Kurt, and try to get him to form an allegiance, but Kurt quickly got away before she could trap him in their carriage. It was hard to believe how this morning started...He was just sitting in the textile shop, just goofing off with one of his friends, the thoughts of the Reaping were at the back of their minds. They did talk about it for a while, agreeing that if they both were chosen, they would stick together for as long as they could, and hopefully go out at the same time. But that was as far as the conversation was going. It was clear that neither of them wanted to discuss it, so that line of conversation died quickly, before they moved back to talking about the clothing that his friend parent's had made the day prior. And now...he was getting closer and closer to the Capitol, and to his death. Kurt just hoped that when he got into the arena, whatever was the cause of his death, it would be quick, and hopefully, as painless as possible. Something instantaneous would be nice. The quicker his death the better -- that way, he wouldn't have to suffer, and it would probably be easier on his father too, not having to see the only person in his family left suffering so much before death..Ugh. See? This was what the Games were doing to him..He couldn't stop thinking so negatively. Kurt lets out a long sigh, before falling back in a chair with his eyes closed, just hoping that he would fall asleep and wake up in District Eight and this was all just a really bad dream. Kurt knew there was next to no chance of that happening. The fates hadn't been that good to him lately, after all.

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[Blaine Everett Anderson]

This year, Blaine had expected to be chosen. He had one-hundred-and-ten slips with his name on, for crying out loud. The odds were most definitely not in his favour. Blaine wasn't regretting the fact he'd chosen to put his name down for tesserae in place of all his siblings, because there was no way in hell he wanted any of them to have to go through the pain of the Hunger Games. They were all younger than him, and this year, his brother Peyton would have his name entered for the first time. Blaine wasn't going to let him try for any tesserae at all. He was the big brother, he had to protect them. If he was honest, he wasn't doing it for his parents. They hated him anyway, why should he? Nothing but a pair of homophobics in his eyes. But he couldn't exactly deny them tesserae, so regrettably, he'd put another two in for them when he reached twelve. Now he was here, putting so, so many slips with his name into that stupid goldfish bowl, waiting for his fate to rear its head. Then next eldest Anderson, Dallas, was fourteen now. He only had three slips in there. Peyton had a mere one. As for his other two siblings, Noah and Alice, they were too young to be part of the horror. And well.. they weren't exactly the lucky ones, though. His family was starving. A family of seven in a district that wasn't one of the Careers? They were screwed as. Blaine had to be strong for his siblings, had to carry this burden on his shoulders on the day of the Reaping. Did he regret taking so much responsibilty? No.

Perhaps the worst part was the waiting. Just standing with a group of boys, most of who he didn't know, either because he was too busy trying to get extra food for his family or because Blaine didn't allow himself to get too attached to people. He didn't want to. He knew that, knowing his luck, as soon as he made a bond, they'd be chosen and carted off to the arena. And they'd die. Because really, when was the last time a lumberjack had the honour of winning the Hunger Games? A long time ago. Blaine just stood in silence, waiting, practically holding his breath as Effie Trinket took her place on the stage, starting her speech. He never really listened. Too much anxiety to focus. The girls were always picked first, and he could tell they were nervous. Just a glance in their direction - their facial expressions, how they were standing, their eyes. Some didn't care. Or at least pretended not to. Keeping a tight hold of Peyton's hand, Blaine looked up at the sound that Effie was about to choose. Even though he didn't really know any of the girls, and his precious sister was safe, he couldn't help feeling like he wanted to save every single one of them. It wasn't fair, what they were doing. Killing innocent children. Then again, it was the Capitol's way of showing the districts who was in charge. Did they even fucking need to? They already had them starving and working for what little food they did have. Blaine had learnt years ago that life just wasn't fair. Watching as Effie's hand ruffled around the small slips of paper, Blaine realized with a jolt that the name she called out was familiar. Melyssa St. James.

Blaine hated it. He hated how easily she called out the names, like it gave her some kind of pleasure to condemn children to their death. He just hated the whole concept of the Hunger Games. His gaze followed Lyssa to the stage, watching as she actually managed to look pretty calm about it. Like she wasn't even surprised. He had to give her credit. Though, he supposed it would be the same story for him. He knew she had a few brothers, maybe she was the tesserae collector too? Blaine didn't really know. He'd spoken to her a few times, but they weren't exactly friends. He just found it extremely typical that the female tribute had to be someone he actually knew. Only too typical. Shaking away his thoughts, he watched as Effie strolled over to the boys' bowl, dipping her hand inside and fishing around so casually, so casually it almost hurt. Blaine gripped tighter to Peyton's hand, just closing his eyes and waiting, waiting for his name to echo throughout the silent courtyard. JonCristper St. James.

It never came. Another boy's name was called out, one who shared Lyssa's surname. And oh no.. Blaine watched as a twelve year old stepped out of the male crowd. Glancing around the edges of the courtyard, at the adults, he saw the pain cross everyone's features. It was completely awful, when a twelve year old was chosen. They weren't old enough, they weren't ready. Everyone knew this. And Blaine bet his bottom dollar that JC's siblings had spared him the trouble of tesserae, that meant only one slip with his name on had been entered. Unfair. Nothing but. Then his hazel eyes found the St. James', Lyssa and JC's parents, and he could see it, the pain in their eyes, the agony across their features. Two of their children were being entered in the games. At the most, only one of them could survive, maybe not even that. Blaine couldn't bear it. Looking up at Lyssa, seeing her watch her younger brother walk towards the stage slowly, her eyes cloudy with what could only be described as pain, Blaine couldn't take it. Letting go of Peyton's hand abruptly, he pushed his way out of the crowd, standing rigid in the middle of the boys and girls' huddles. " I volunteer! "

[/color] He yelled, loud and clear, trying to stop his voice from shaking. Blaine couldn't quite believe he was doing this, and from the looks of the people next to him, neither could they. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his tone a little. " I volunteer as tribute. "[/color]

Effie seemed delighted by the sudden drama. Blaine swallowed back a growl, taking a deep breath and trying not to grimace at her obvious joy, closing his eyes over for a few moments before starting to take steps forward towards the stage. Each one seemed to last a lifetime. As he passed JC, he shot him a small smile, running a hand through his hair affectionately before continuing up to the stage, joining Effie and Lyssa. Blaine reckoned he'd probably surprised her. Surprised everyone. He had no connection to the St. James' at all, and yet here he was, volunteering to take the youngest's place. Looking round at the crowd, he suspected that a majority of them thought he was suicidal now. Managing to give Effie his name, blocking out her little speech at his recent actions, his gaze falling back to the group of boys below. His gaze locked with Dallas', who was now holding Peyton tightly, a weak smile crossing his lips, trying to reassure his younger brothers. It was useless. The pain across their features was too much to bear, and before he knew it, Blaine was looking away again, next to the garish lady beside him. Nodding a little, suspecting he should've done, he listened to her announce that District Seven had their tributes. Here you are, ladies and gentlemen! Melyssa St. James, and Blaine Anderson! Your District Seven Tributes! Effie paused, either for effect or for applause, though there was none of the latter. May the odds be ever in your favour![/i] Blaine grimaced internally, keeping a smile on the outside as he looked at Effie. I'll shove your stupid odds up your ass.

The train ride was quiet. Blaine didn't really talk much to Lyssa, catching her appreciative glance briefly, returning it with a small smile before returning to looking out the window. He didn't really know what to do now. Wait? Waiting seemed like his best bet. Wait for his inevitable death. Because really, Blaine didn't think for a moment he was going to win. He was strong, sure, but that was because he was from the lumberjacking district. He chopped down trees for a living. His chosen weapon would be an axe, definitely, taking a slingshot with him for long distance. Blaine had planned it out before, he'd had to. Having his name in the bowl eight times already, when he was twelve, he'd had to prepare himself. And now, now he could finally put what he'd thought about to action. He would've preferred it if he'd never had to do so, but Blaine wasn't going to complain. He'd chosen to be here. Giving up on his window, he went for a slight walk around the train, trying to put his mind at ease, trying to think of anything positive. Nada.

It wasn't long before he came across some kind of sitting area, one littered with various chairs and sofas, recliners, a fireplace, a TV. It was weird. Blaine had been used to having as little as possible all his life, and to suddenly have everything he could possibly want and more? It was just crazy. But he supposed he'd just have to enjoy it while he could, because there was no way he was coming back from that arena once the fighting started. Maybe if he was lucky he wouldn't be first to go. Maybe. Just as he was about to sit down, his gaze caught on another boy, one whose eyes were closed. Probably just dealing with the horror of the Games, Blaine suspected. He was about to leave him, go sit somewhere else, when a thought crossed his mind. Blaine was going to be fighting this kid. As.. horrible as that sounded, why shouldn't he be prepared? See what he could learn, if at all. Make some 'friends'. Sliding into the chair opposite, he tilted his head a little, gently reaching out to tap his knee a few times. " You alright? "[/color] As soon as he spoke, Blaine shook his head a little, giving a weak laugh. " Sorry.. stupid question. "[/color] He paused for a few moments, wondering what he could possibly say, before deciding to just.. start with the basics. Nothing harmless. Letting a light smile cross his features, he held the other boy's gaze. " District? "[/color]

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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Kurt continues to sit on the chair, hoping that the rocking of the train would help him doze off so he could forget about things for a while, though, he was still crying from before. He was now giving up on ever hoping to wake up in District Eight again. After pinching himself a for about ten minutes, he realizes that, no, this wasn't a dream. It was reality. Just bitter reality. It was slowly starting to sink in the reality of what was going to happen to him. There was really nothing to do but fight it out for as long as he could.

Kurt tries to stop his tears from flowing, he doesn't not that someone had walked in. He just knew he needed to stop before someone walked in, and thought him as being weak. Well, his death would be coming quicker, but what would be the point? He wanted to be remembered, at least for a while. He didn't know how to do this though. Living it out for as long as possible seemed like the best thing to do. Feeling his knee being tapped lightly, he jumps slightly, rubbing his eyes. He frowns, seeing the boy across from him. How long was he there for? How much did he see of him crying and pinching himself in an attempt to be back home? "You alright?"

[/b][/i]. Kurt raises his eyebrow at him. Was he being serious right now? Why the hell would anyone be OK at a time like this? Though, the other boy seemed to notice this as well. "Sorry.. stupid question"[/b][/i]. Kurt lets out a sigh, shaking his head. "Just...peachy, thanks"[/b]. He mumbles darkly. Thinking for a while, Kurt starts to realize that he could maybe try and find out more about this kid..Like what his strengths and weaknesses were. They were going to be fighting, and it was best to keep his enemies -- not really the right word to use as they didn't know each other, but whatever -- close. "District?"[/b][/i]. Kurt sniffs lightly, pushing himself up slightly "Eight...You?"[/b]

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[Blaine Everett Anderson]

Blaine had passed a few other tributes on his wander down the train, and it hadn't really surprised him to see most of them, if not all, looking sullen as anything. He couldn't blame them. Who could? Only one of the twenty four children on this train was going to live, and for anyone who wasn't a career, they might as well just kiss their hopes goodbye. Blaine wasn't really sure how he was managing to stay.. calm. If that was the right word. Internally, he was breaking apart, sobbing and just longing for home, for a normal life, one without reapings and games and so much hard work. Externally? You wouldn't have thought he'd just been condemned to death. He seemed a little.. distant, at times.. but wasn't necessarily wrenching his heart out and crying. In conversation? There was very little difference at all, apart from the fact he paused to think a bit more. Blaine did have feelings, he swore. He just figured that he was inevitably going to die, so why be miserable in his last few hours?

Watching as the boy in front of him jumped, Blaine sat back a little, blinking slowly in his direction. He was trying to gauge how much he could figure out about this kid just by looking at him, but it wasn't exactly easy. Blaine hadn't been trained to necessarily be able to do that. He supposed that if he was going to be able to defeat a few of his opponents before being killed himself, he should probably learn how. There was no way he wanted to have to talk to all other twenty two tributes, excluding the boy in front of him now. Way too many people to get attached to, most of all he'd have to say goodbye to, or worse still, murder. Just...peachy, thanks.

[/I][/color] The boy's tone was dark, and Blaine was starting to wish he didn't say such stupid things. This kid had enough on his plate without him coming along and making everything worse. " Sorry.. my Mum's always telling me to think before I speak. Guess I should listen to her a little more. "[/color] Well. More like yelled at him to shut his mouth, but Blaine wasn't going to start rambling about his folks to some stranger. It hurt, to think of home. Not his parents, but just of home. His house. His brothers, his sister. Hell, even his job. He missed his District, something he never thought would happen, but hey. Blaine was being made to fight against twenty three other innocent children. Anything could happen now. He watched as the boy sniffed lightly, pushing himself up a little. Eight...You?[/color][/b] Eight? Blaine's gaze instinctively fell to the boy's hands, and yep, he was from District Eight. Just how thin and nimble his fingers were, beautiful, really, perfect for threading needles, making clothes, etc. Though the same could be said for him. His arm strength was relatively obvious, more so now because of the short sleeved shirt he had been told to wear. It clung to his body too tightly for his liking, actually, but he supposed he better get used to it. " Seven. I'm Blaine, by the way. Blaine Anderson. "[/color]

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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Crying from basically right from the start? Yeah, Kurt made himself an easy target by doing that. He can just imagine that once he steps into the arena, the Careers will be all over him like a freaking rash. He did manage to steal a few looks at them earlier. They intimidated him a lot. Kurt knew that it was best not to think about them and just check out the others...There were some pretty young kids this year...All of them looking so fragile and crying. Under normal circumstances, Kurt would have went over to comfort them, but he couldn't trust anyone here. It could be a trap to get him to form an allegiance and then stab him the back when he lowered his guard in the arena.. No. Kurt was going through this alone. He would no doubt, live for longer that way. Have more of a chance at surviving.

Kurt doesn't even bother trying to find out anything about the boy across from him -- he knows it will be futile as he has no idea how to even do that. The most he can tell is that the boy across from him? He doesn't seem that badly affected by all of this...That really annoyed Kurt. Seeing anyone not being affected by it. Yeah, they may be doing the same thing he had attempted to do before he broke down into tears, but there was a chance they really were fine with all of this. " Sorry.. my Mum's always telling me to think before I speak. Guess I should listen to her a little more"

[/i][/b]/ Kurt sighs and looks away from him "Yes...You really should"[/b]. That probably wasn't the best thing to say.. Actually? Kurt was pretty sure that wasn't what he should have at all. Though he was feeling like shit, and usually when he felt like this, the usual snarky comments he thought about making just came out, and he didn't hold back on them. Right now...Kurt just wants to go home, curl up in his bed which was growing increasingly further away. Everything about District Eight...even the things he hated...the things he never noticed. All of them had more meaning to him than before, and Kurt missed it. He missed it all.

"Seven. I'm Blaine, by the way. Blaine Anderson."[/b][/i]. Looking him over, Kurt realizes that it fairly obvious he was from District Seven as his gaze falls on his arms...The muscles in his arms made that pretty clear. Kurt feels his lips begin to part as he keeps his gaze fixed on his arms, before he mentally slaps himself, wondering what the hell he's doing. Staring at some boy's arms who he barely knows certainly wasn't the best way to go about this. "I see...Kurt Hummel.."[/b]. He looks up at Blaine, twirling his fingers around the others as he speaks. Throughout the years, his finger tips had hardened from the amount of times he'd stabbed his fingers because of the needles. Threading them really wasn't fun. Though, Kurt was able to do it pretty easily now, and he rarely felt his fingers being pricked any more. It was almost a natural talent to him now. Kurt did like making his own clothes, but it was rare that he got to keep them. The shirt he was wearing was made by him. It was probably his most proud creation, and it was almost heart breaking that he wasn't allowed to keep it. His friend whom he was speaking to before the Reaping gave it to him on his last birthday though, not aware that he'd made it. Kurt never mentioned it though, and wore it on any special occasions. Wait...why the hell was he thinking about his clothes? Someone was talking to him. He should be paying attention to them instead. Kurt sighs a little, leaning back in his chair, looking at Blaine.

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[Blaine Everett Anderson]

Blaine hadn't seen Kurt actually crying, but the redness to his eyes left little to the imagination. He didn't think much of it. Perhaps if he was one of the Careers, he would've found an easy target to pick off, the boy from District Eight who cried from the start, but no. He wasn't like that. Blaine was just a lumberjack, from District Seven, the male tribute who had volunteered in place of the female's younger brother. He just had to keep telling himself that. He chose to be here. Blaine chose to die, and well, he couldn't exactly complain. Condemning himself to death, then moaning about it? He'd just come off as some.. he wouldn't exactly be raking in the sponsors. Which was why he had to remain strong. For his brothers, for his sister, for JC, for Lyssa, for his District. Blaine knew he was going to die, but he was going to fight until the time came.

His strategy when he got in there? Blaine was going to travel alone. He wasn't so much paranoid that people were going to betray him, which could happen. It was more of a case that he refused to get attached to anyone, knowing he'd just have to face so much heartbreak if he saw his partner die. No. He couldn't go through that. Maybe if he passed Lyssa, he'd help her out, exchange food and weapons and maybe items from sponsors, if they had any, but that was as far as he dared to go. Another person would probably just hold him up, anyway. Blaine could postpone his inevitable death as best as possible. Yes...You really should.

[/b][/color] He frowned a little at Kurt's slightly hostile response, sitting further back in his chair as he watched him look away. Well. If he'd been planning on getting at all close to his other boy, which he hadn't, that was definitely out of the window. He didn't care. Blaine could tell immediately that this guy was a lone wolf. Ooh, look at that. He did some deciphering of his own. Now to have fun with it. " Not one for teamwork, hm? "[/color] Blaine added an extra little tone into his words, aiming to sound like one of those smarmy know-it-alls. He just wanted to get on this guy's nerves. Well. Maybe not as far as that, he didn't want an enemy before things had even started. But he could ruffle feathers. Teamwork wasn't really essential in the Games, because eventually, one of you was going to die. But Blaine knew what he meant. This kid was a loner. He was just trying to freak Kurt out a little, act as if he knew what he was talking about. Like he knew his strategies. He knew shit.

Blaine watched, raising an eyebrow a little, as Kurt's gaze trailed over his body. What was he doing? Sizing him up? He wasn't exactly much to look at. Not scrawny, he had muscles, that was for certain, but his body structure didn't give much about him away, apart from his arm strength. Maybe that was all the District Eight was looking for. His eyebrows knitted together as he continued to watch Kurt, his gaze seemingly unmoving, fixed on his arm or something, he didn't know, his lips beginning to part. Feeling a little conscious now, Blaine shuffled about, trying to get Kurt to stop staring. It was weird. He didn't even know this kid, and he was transfixed with his arms. Better to just.. forget it and move on. I see...Kurt Hummel..[/b][/color] Blaine nodded a little, glancing at his fingers as he twirled them, before back up to his eyes. " Well, Kurt. Nice to meet you, "[/color] He gave a small nod, running through the pleasantries he'd grown up with. " May the odds be ever in your favour. "[/color] Blaine didn't really like saying it, but he guessed he should. What really infuriated him was when the Capitol said it. They tossed it about - they didn't care about the kids they were sending to die. To them it had become a meaningless phrase. But to the tributes? At least it meant something.

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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

If, he got lucky and Blaine didn't catch him crying, Kurt hopes that word wouldn't get out about it to any of the Careers, or that he wasn't one himself. The Careers were one of the main concerns that he has about the Games. After watching the Games for years, he knew that they always headed for the weaker ones straight away. It was easier that way. Kurt just hoped that he could get enough sponsors so that he wouldn't die of prolonged injury or starvation. He has no idea what the hell he could even do to get any though. Maybe it was just for the better to let his mentor think of that. They would know more about what the audience wants to see more than he would after all.

Seeing Blaine's frown at his response, Kurt lets out a sigh, just hoping that he hadn't offended him enough that he'd already made himself an enemy. Sure, he doesn't want anyone to team up with him at any point (The female tribute of District Eight would be the only one he would think about helping, and it would only be if he passed her if that happened), but making an enemy so early wouldn't do anyone any favours. But when were the odds ever in anyone's favour in the Games anyway? It was only the Careers that had a chance in hell of winning this. All of the other past winners that weren't one of them were just lucky. "Not one for teamwork, hm?"

[/b][/i]. Hearing the tone in Blaine's voice, making him sound like some smarmy know-it-all, Kurt scoffs a little. Kurt starts to slowly think that he doesn't really like this guy that much. Something about him was just rubbing him the wrong way. Then, his face fell. Blaine couldn't actually know what he was planning to do while in the arena was he? Taking a deep breath, Kurt decides that it's probably not good to be paranoid about this, and tries to ignore the tone in his voice. "Why does it matter to you?"[/b] He asks, sounding slightly irate.

As Blaine shuffles about, Kurt curses himself internally. Brilliant. Not only had he probably made this guy have perfectly good reasons to make him seem like a pretty good target, he was probably not doing too well to make Blaine not to think of him as an enemy, and now? He probably seems like some kind of...creep to Blaine right now from just staring at his arms like he was doing. He couldn't help but feel some form of relief that Blaine didn't bring it up. That was probably for the better. "Well, Kurt. Nice to meet you,"[/b][/i]. Kurt glances up at Blaine, slightly raising an eyebrow, when it seems like he was looking down at his fingers when he was twirling them, but their gazes had met again not long after. Was it distracting? Sighing slightly, Kurt stops moving his hands, bringing one up to rest on the side of his face, while resting the other on the arm of the chair, drumming it lightly against the fabric. If he was going to try and find out more about this guy, it was probably best not to be distracting, and if one of his habits was one of them, then Kurt would stop to find out what he could. He nods at Blaine, managing a small smile. "You too"[/b]. He wasn't really brought up to be rude, quite the opposite really. Kurt had manners pretty much hammered into his head from a young age. Sure, he might not really be in a good enough mood any more to actually be polite, but the small things like this? Yeah, he should still be able to manage that. At least, he certainly hoped he could. "May the odds be ever in your favour."[/b][/i]. Kurt looks at Blaine for a few seconds before giving a hollow laugh. He hated hearing people say that. The Capitol just threw it around like it meant nothing. As if it had nothing to do with children fighting for survival. It was only slightly less aggravating when it was one of the tributes -- at least it had meaning to them. "Who are you trying to kid? The odds are only in the favours of the Careers. They're the only ones that actually have a chance in hell at winning this"[/b]

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[Blaine Everett Anderson]

Blaine wasn't too offended by Kurt's tone. He knew that.. well.. this wasn't an ideal situation for anybody, and the stress of it all and the realisation that you were, in fact, going to die was going to kick in. Blaine just hoped he'd be able to keep his manners throughout the whole thing, to please the crowd, gain his sponsors. He had faith in his mentor. He didn't really know them that well, probably a victor from before he was old enough to understand, but one thing was obvious, and that was that they knew what they were doing in the arena far better than Blaine did. They worried about the technicalities of it all, he worried about staying alive. Hearing the scoff from Kurt, he tried not to look too smug about it, keeping his expression relatively blank as he waited, unable to hold back the raising of an eyebrow when Kurt's face fell. It was brief, however, and Kurt was soon back to speaking shortly. Why does it matter to you?

[/b][/color] Blaine shuffled around in his seat a little to get more comfortable, before holding Kurt's gaze. " Well.. harsh as it sounds.. I'm going to be trying to kill you in a few days. "[/color] Blaine's words weren't said particularly dryly, nor did he try to sound like a smart alec. He was simply answering honestly, nodding a little as he did so. Blaine didn't want to have to kill this kid - he didn't want to kill anybody. But once in the arena, he'd have no choice. " It's the same story for everyone. Just trying to help myself along a little. "[/color]

Blaine guessed it would be polite to not mention the fact Kurt had been staring at his arms, because it would just be awkward, and well, he didn't want to make Kurt hate him even more than he was pretty sure he already did. Making enemies before the Games even started? Not a good idea. So it was his first time here, everyone knew that. You didn't want people trying to kill you before they were actuall allowed to. Blaine was generally a nice person, sweet, kind to pretty much everyone. He didn't want to take part in this. It was like asking him to be someone he wasn't, making him kill other kids, just for the glory of winning. It was stupid. He was going to die, he didn't have a chance. But, he was going to do it. He was going to do it for his District, for his siblings. He may not be able to win, but Blaine could at least try. To give them some kind of hope to hold on to. You too.[/color] Oh. It was nice to see Kurt had manners. Returning his smile slightly, he gave a nod in response. It was beyond awful, what the Capitol were making them do. Some of the tributes this year were young, they weren't ready. They weren't ready to fight, no-one was apart from the Careers. Everyone else just had to find something they were good at, use their strengths to their advantages. It was hard, when in some cases you hadn't even held a weapon before, but that was what the training arena was for, Blaine guessed. He didn't know what he was going to focus on in there. His strengths? Weaknesses? He'd see. Hearing Kurt give a hollow laugh, he raised an eyebrow slightly. Who are you trying to kid? The odds are only in the favours of the Careers. They're the only ones that actually have a chance in hell at winning this.[/b][/color] Blaine paused for a few moments, closing his eyes over and sighing softly. " Myself? I don't know. "[/color] It was true. They didn't have a chance, and all Blaine could do was pretend like he did, to keep what little spirits he had up. " You're right. Don't think for a second I think I'm going to win, because I know I'm going to die. "[/color] He swallowed back a little, shaking his head and frowning, looking up from the side to hold Kurt's gaze. " I just.. if all I have is a few days, I can at least try to.. I don't know. "[/color] Taking a slight deep breath, he glanced around, to check no-one was looking, before leaning in a little, so only Kurt could hear him, his voice hushed. " They think they can just.. take us away and make us miserable. Kill us. I'm not going to let them get the better of me. I'm not just a piece in their Games. "[/color] Blaine knew Kurt would know who he was talking about, he just had to be quiet. They heard and he'd be made an Avox.

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WORDS :[/color] 842
TAG :[/color] Kurt. :]
MUSE :[/color] THIS IS WAR
NOTES :[/color] Noooo. No rambling. But damn, Kurt's a bitch. xD
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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Usually, Kurt was actually quite pleasant with other people. He and his father were pretty well liked within their district. They weren't adored, but they hadn't given anyone any reason for anyone to hate them without good reason. It was usually because of some homophobic reason. He was usually a lot more charming to other people, especially people whom he was meeting for the first time. But right now? Kurt had as much charm as a slug. Things really weren't looking good for him if things kept going like this. Maybe Blaine might have been nice to let his new found complete lack of charm slide, but he knew he wouldn't be that lucky with the other Tributes, and he would be lucky if he got one sponsor. Though, maybe with any luck, his mentor's idea to get him sponsors would actually be nice to the others. That would probably work well as soon as he got over the fact that his death was fastly approaching. Looking over at Blaine, his face remains pretty blank after Kurt scoffs, it only changing slightly by raising an eyebrow briefly after Kurt's face had fallen. "Well.. harsh as it sounds.. I'm going to be trying to kill you in a few days."

[/b][/i]. Kurt sighs, smiling a little wryly before speaking "I hope that 'you' was more of a generalization of the other tributes, rather than just you singling me out"[/b]. If the latter was what was true, then Kurt knew to make sure his eyes were peeled for any signs of Blaine when he got into the arena. At least that way he already had one thing he knew he was definitely going to do. If he could help it, Kurt wasn't going to kill anyone. It would only be a case of to save his life, or someone else's if he saw them in passing. But that would be the extent of his helping of someone else. Killing for the sake of killing? To give yourself an upper hand in the Games..It was just wrong to Kurt. It wouldn't be something that he could do morally. The only time he would kill for the sake of killing was if, by some miracle, he made it to the final two. "It's the same story for everyone. Just trying to help myself along a little."[/b][/i]. Kurt frowns, looking away from him. "Because I'm just going to give away my strategies like that, aren't I?"[/b]. He says, his voice dripping in sarcasm as his lips form into a straight line.

If Blaine had pointed out that he was starting at his arms, Kurt wasn't sure how he would react. He'd either get incredibly pissed off, and probably having his mood darkened so much it would be incredibly difficult for him to get rid of his sudden slug-like charm towards anyone in the Games. Either that or he would just become incredibly flustered and have to leave the room, pretending he had to sleep, and attempt to avoid Blaine for the rest of the Games run as much as he could. Kurt knew that he probably wasn't being paranoid about Blaine noticing him staring at his arms. The other boy would have to be either blind or incredibly stupid not to notice. His gaze was somehow pretty much just glued to Blaine's arms for jegus' sake. Seeing Blaine return the smile, Kurt feels some what relieved. Good. He probably hadn't made himself an enemy. The worst part of this was probably the amount of young people involved. Sure, a lot of them were about Kurt's age, or thereabouts, but damn..It was heart-breaking almost to see how young some of the tributes were. It was made even worse that probably no one volunteered for them either. No one apart from the Careers were truly ready. Some had a few ideas, while others were completely clueless. This, was the only part of the Games that Kurt felt confident about. He knew what his strengths were, the ones that would work in the arena anyway. Being flexible, he could hide in places that the others who weren't small couldn't and could probably have more height that the smaller ones unless they were good climbers. Kurt was also pretty skilled with a bow and arrow. His aim wasn't always accurate, but he could usually at least hit something enough to slow it's movements during the rare times he went hunting. Maybe during the private trainings, he could get his aim more accurate, and actually find it easy to shot to kill. Though, with everyone else? Kurt was going to act as though he didn't need to use a bow and arrow, acting as though he favoured using a sword instead. Speaking of blades, he was also going to try and get a knife for any close range attacks. He wouldn't be doing himself any favours if he only restricted himself to long-distant attacks.

"Myself? I don't know."[/i][/b]. That did seem to make sense... Most people would have to lie to themselves, act like they had a snowballs chance in hell of winning to stop themselves from going insane this early. It was more of just an acceptance for Kurt, but in reality? It was just making him depressed. Either way, it wouldn't have a good effect on you. "You're right. Don't think for a second I think I'm going to win, because I know I'm going to die."[/b][/i]. Kurt shakes his head, sighing a little. "Well, in a way, it's good that you're thinking like that. You're not giving yourself false hope. It's going to be one of the Careers that's going to go all the way. People like us? I'd be shocked if we live past the first week."[/b]. Okay, so maybe Kurt wasn't being at all helpful with being supportive or anything, but he felt it was better to let people realize their fate sooner rather than later when they were in the arena. Maybe it was selfish to be doing this, to make people who had high hopes to feel the same way as he did, but in Kurt's honest opinion, it was for the better. And they would probably lose hope, giving up quickly, and cause the Capitols "entertainment" to possible be cut short. "I just.. if all I have is a few days, I can at least try to.. I don't know."[/b][/i]. Kurt looks at Blaine for a few seconds, holding his gaze as he gives a half hearted shrug. "It's the best we can hope for, I suppose"[/b]. Seeing Blaine looking around, as if to see if there was no one else around, after taking a deep breath, Kurt looks a little confused, and leans in as Blaine does, eyebrow raising as Blaine does. "They think they can just.. take us away and make us miserable. Kill us. I'm not going to let them get the better of me. I'm not just a piece in their Games"[/b][/i]. His eyes widen when he hears what Blaine says, staring at him in disbelief, before slapping his arm firmly "Shut up, what if they hear us!?[/b]. He hisses, keeping the distance between them. "We can't just...talk about things like that!"[/b]. Kurt had to admit to himself, he did feel the same way about the Games, and the Captiol. Though, Kurt doesn't dare say that he agrees though, even if there was no one around to over-hear them. There was just too much risk of getting caught, and becoming an Avox. That would be one of the last things he needed to happen to him.

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WORDS:[/B] 1274
MUSE:[/B] THIS IS WAR[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/URL]
TAGS:[/B] BLAINE~
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[Blaine Everett Anderson]

Back in District Seven, Blaine and his siblings were liked enough. They were always pleasant to everyone, helping out with carrying timber to and from other houses, Alice and Noah usually helping with other things, being the two youngest. His parents? They were grouchy. Blaine didn't care that they weren't liked, everyone knew the Anderson children weren't like their folks. It had been a lot of work, to gain their own seperate reputation, but it was worth it. At least Blaine had other adults to go to, should he need any kind of older support, the kind that his parents most definitely weren't going to give to him. He wasn't exactly complaining - he got by just fine without them. And now? He was going to die in the arena. One less child for them to worry about. Blaine was their least favourite, anyway. Just because he was gay. I hope that 'you' was more of a generalization of the other tributes, rather than just you singling me out.

[/b][/color] Blaine laughed weakly at Kurt's wry smile, nodding a little, rubbing over his neck. He really hated talking about killing other kids, because.. well.. some of the other tributes were younger than himself. It was just.. like killing his own sibling or something. He hated it. " It was. A generalization, that is. If I can help it, I'm trying not to single people out as my enemies. "[/color] There was no way on earth Blaine was even going to begin killing to give himself the upperhand. No way. The only time he planned on making murder was when it was either a mercy killing, or if it was to save Lyssa. Raising an eyebrow as Kurt speaks, he rolls his eyes at Kurt's tone. " No. You don't have to. "[/color] His voice carried an undertone which reeked of suggetiveness, Blaine giving a slight crooked smirk, before he shuffled round in his chair sighing a little. " And look. You don't have to worry so much about being Mr. Dapper with me, but I'd suggest perking up that attitude of yours around the Careers. It doesn't take a genius to figure out they'll go for your neck straight away if you give them hell. "[/color]

Blaine watched through slightly narrowed eyes as Kurt shook his head, sighing. Well, in a way, it's good that you're thinking like that. You're not giving yourself false hope. It's going to be one of the Careers that's going to go all the way. People like us? I'd be shocked if we live past the first week.[/b][/color] Blaine raised an eyebrow a little. Kurt was certainly.. a downer. Of course, he was about to go into an arena, fight to the death, and most likely end up dead in a matter of weeks, but really.. so was Blaine. He just wasn't trying to bring everybody down to the ground with him. " Well. You're certainly not in the right frame of mind. Think like that and they'll get you at the Cornucopia. "[/color] He gave a slight shrug, sitting back in his chair. It's the best we can hope for, I suppose.[/b][/color] Sighing softly, Blaine closed his eyes over for a few moments, before opening them again, the hazel simmering slightly in determination. " It's all we've got to hope for. "[/color] He watched as Kurt leant in too, speaking quietly, frowning a little as Kurt's eyes widened, scowling slightly when he hit his arm, raising an eyebrow a little. " Feel as good as it looks? "[/color] He asked in a hushed tone, referring back to Kurt's little staring competition with his upper arm, before rolling his eyes a little. Shut up, what if they hear us!?[/color] Blaine glanced to the ground, listening a little for footsteps, glancing over his shoulder, before back to Kurt. We can't just...talk about things like that![/b][/color] Blaine sighed a little, biting his bottom lip, before shaking his head firmly, fixing Kurt with a determined gaze. " You're not. If they hear, I'm the Avox. "[/color] He responded quietly, raising an eyebrow slightly. " I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking. You can't honestly tell me you think this is fair? "[/color]

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WORDS :[/color] 774
TAG :[/color] Kurt. :]
MUSE :[/color] THIS IS WAR
NOTES :[/color] Blaine feeling like he has to go into mentor mode a little. Of course.
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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Knowing how he was acting know, it was hard for Kurt to believe that the boy back in District Eight, the one who was pleasant to nearly everyone, the boy who was actually pretty well liked throughout the district was actually him. He was just being so...moody, and just dark. The fact that the cheery boy from before was only just a few hours ago away was unnerving to him, and that something as simple as just a slip with a name on it could completely knock his world off kilter. But it did have to with the content. It would probably change most people after their name turned out, even if it was small. After thinking a little bit more, trying to think of anything that he could maybe change or hide about himself that annoyed people in his District. One of the things was how he was usually quite overly helpful, and just usually spoke to almost everyone. Well, that wasn't something he had to worry about considering his tactic for when he was in the arena. The other, was something that he couldn't change, what with it being his sexuality at all. He didn't need to make it clear or whatever, and he probably wasn't going to talk to anyone. All he could hope for was that if word did go out about it that no one cared about it.

Hearing Blaine giving a weak chuckle, Kurt raises an eyebrow, not changing his facial expressions, not wanting to make a judgement before finding out why he had done such a thing. He would have probably just glared at Blaine if this was two minutes ago, but he really didn't want to dig the already seemingly deep hole he already dug himself any deeper. "It was. A generalization, that is. If I can help it, I'm trying not to single people out as my enemies."

[/i][/b]. Kurt manages a small smile when Blaine speaks, relief filling him slightly. Thank god, he actually hadn't managed to make someone want to kill him so easy. He nods once. "Good...I really didn't want to have to hunt on just one person to kill to save my neck"[/b] Even if that was the case, it would still be really hard for Kurt to kill him. The only way that it would probably if he did see Blaine , or anyone else, trying to kill him. Catching the rolling of Blaine's eyes, Kurt narrowed his, just glaring at him. "No. You don't have to. "[/b][/i] Hearing the suggestiveness reeking through his tone, accompanied by some...annoyingly crooked smirk, causing him to scoff a little, crossing his arms further "Good, because I'm not telling. Especially not you."[/b]. Kurt was ninety nine percent sure that was definitely the completely wrong thing for him to say, but he was really just too angry to care at the moment. "And look. You don't have to worry so much about being Mr. Dapper with me, but I'd suggest perking up that attitude of yours around the Careers. It doesn't take a genius to figure out they'll go for your neck straight away if you give them hell"[/i][/b] For some reason, though he knew what Blaine had said was true, it just aggravated him a whole lot. "Excuse me? But you aren't my mentor. Don't tell me how to behave here. And besides, I won't even be interacting with them that much anyway."[/b]. Realizing what he'd just said, that he almost just gave away his plans, Kurt scowled himself, trying to think of some way to save his screw up. "They aren't exactly going to let me join them, are they?"[/b]

"Well. You're certainly not in the right frame of mind. Think like that and they'll get you at the Cornucopia."[/b][/i] Kurt smiles wryly, giving a slight shrug. Okay..Yet again, Blaine had a point, though Kurt was more willing to accept this one than about "perking up his attitude". Though, despite the fact he knew that he was going to die, Kurt was still determined that he wasn't going to get himself killed at the Cornucopia. "I'm determined to get further than that. I want to be remembered, but if I do die there...There isn't really much we can do about it, is there? I'll just be meeting my end sooner than I thought I would have done."[/b] Looking over at Blaine, seeing the look in his eyes, just filled with determination. "It's all we've got to hope for"[/b][/i]. Kurt remains silent, rolling his shoulders back. Damn. He hated[/b] how Blaine was right. It was also bugging him that he was being far too stubborn to admit it. Blaine raising his eyebrows bothers Kurt slightly...was he shocked or something? How else was he excepting him to react to that? He wasn't exactly going to talk about how bad the Capitol were, especially not with someone that he barely knows. "Feel as good as it looks?"[/b][/i]. Everything seemed to just stop momentarily as Blaine spoke. Oh dear god. Not only had he notice him staring at his arms, he actually brought it up. Kurt really couldn't describe how mad he was feeling right now. Clenching his fists, Kurt only just managed to stop himself from attacking Blaine right now, knowing that once he had done so, he would've probably ended up making Blaine' his enemy because of it. Feeling his face burning slightly, he turned to glare at Blaine more fiercely than ever "N-no it doesn't! ...J-just shut up!"[/b] He turned to look away from Blaine, scowling still.

After hearing Blaine speaking, Kurt just became paranoid, and starts to look around the room, hoping that no one was going to come by. God..he was sure that if even if it was just a tribute that walked through the doors that his heart would just stop beating right then and there. This was just too much. It was bad enough that he had to worry about staying alive as long as possible, there was him trying not to panic his ass off about the Capitol over-hearing them. Well, over-hearing Blaine[/b]. "You're not. If they hear, I'm the Avox"[/b][/i]. He looks up at Blaine, keeping eye contact with him, his eyes shining as Blaine looks at him with a determined gaze. "I still don't want to get involved with this! What if I get punished for not reporting you, or something?"[/b]. He continues to hiss this part of the conversation Blaine, looking over his shoulder after speaking. " I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking. You can't honestly tell me you think this is fair"[/b]. Kurt looks at Blaine with disbelief. "Of course I don't think that it's fair! None of this is! But there isn't anything that we can do about it, especially after District 13!."[/b] He keeps his voice as hushed as he can possibly can, but keeping it loud enough that Blaine can hear him "We can't talk about this. We don't know who's around, and how do you not know that I'm not actually a Tribute and I'm actually some spy sent in from the Capitol to see what the Tributes actually think of us and we attack your District?"[/b]

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WORDS:[/B] 1209
MUSE:[/B] THIS IS WAR[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/URL]
TAGS:[/B] BLAINE~
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[Blaine Everett Anderson]

Seeing a small smile appear on Kurt's lips, Blaine smiled a little back. Well. It was better than the glares he'd been getting. Not totally great, but they were getting somewhere. He wasn't expecting Kurt to like him, per se, but enemies wasn't a road he wanted to stroll down. Not with this guy, not with anyone. Yet, all of the Careers were going to be out to get him, weren't they? Because they were ruthless and practically trained from birth, even if it was against the law. The Capitol didn't care. They just wanted a good fight, a good show. Which twelve innocent kids had to provide. Good...I really didn't want to have to hunt on just one person to kill to save my neck.

[/b][/color] Blaine shook his head a little, leaning back and closing his eyes for a few moments, before opening them again. " I don't have a reason to go for you. I don't have a reason to go for anybody. But that's just how these stupid Games work. "[/color] Hearing Kurt's scoff and seeing his arms cross further, Blaine was pretty sure he'd annoyed the other boy a fair amount. Good, because I'm not telling. Especially not you.[/color] Raising an eyebrow a little, Blaine frowned slightly in question. " Why, have I become your target? I don't want to have to hunt on you to save my neck. "[/color] Watching Kurt carefully, Blaine waited for some kind of response. He knew he'd probably stepped over the line to some extent, but he didn't want this guy killed for attitude. He didn't want anyone to die for a stupid reason like that. Excuse me? But you aren't my mentor. Don't tell me how to behave here. And besides, I won't even be interacting with them that much anyway.[/b][/color] Raising an eyebrow, Blaine carefully started to process the meaning in his words, before Kurt spoke again. They aren't exactly going to let me join them, are they?[/b][/color] Frowning a little, still not totally convinced by Kurt's quick save, Blaine sniffed slightly. " I'm not telling you, I'm advising you. There's a difference. You don't have to listen to me, unlike you have to listen to your mentor. "[/color] Blaine shrugged a little, before holding Kurt's gaze. " It all depends on whether you've got something worth keeping. "[/color]

Seeing how his comment was received - wry smile and a shrug - Blaine looked vaguely surprised. He'd been expecting to be snapped at again. I'm determined to get further than that. I want to be remembered, but if I do die there...There isn't really much we can do about it, is there? I'll just be meeting my end sooner than I thought I would have done.[/b][/color] Blaine smiled a little, crookedly, nodding once or twice before pausing to just think a little. " If you've got determination, then you can go as far as you want. All you have to do is believe you can make it, and you'll get by. It's as simple as. You'll know when you've got to stop believing, when it's time. Until then? Just go for it. One false move, and you're out. Don't stop believing, as cheesy as it is. "[/color] Kurt didn't say much after he spoke again, and Blaine just figured he'd annoyed him once more. What was he saying wrong? Was he saying anything wrong? Maybe it was the fact that he was right that ticked Kurt off, which really, didn't make sense. Was he too stubborn to admit he was wrong himself? Blaine didn't know. Watching as Kurt clenched his fists, Blaine bit back a triumphant smirk, taking a deep breath through his nose and waiting for the snap. Wow, he'd even managed to make Kurt blush. Look at him go. Holy shit, look at that glare. N-no it doesn't! ...J-just shut up![/b][/color] Blaine raised his hands up a little in defence, shaking his head and smiling softly from one corner of his mouth, sitting back. " Hey, it's fine. I'm on your team. "[/color] Blaine commented smoothly, referring to his own sexuality for probably the first time in years.

Blaine watched as Kurt kept looking round the room, raising an eyebrow a little but keeping his head forward, so sound was minimal when he spoke. He didn't want to be caught anymore than Kurt did, but he wasn't exactly paranoid. I still don't want to get involved with this! What if I get punished for not reporting you, or something?[/b][/color] Blaine frowned at Kurt's hiss, shaking his head a little and keeping his own voice hushed, but not so that he sounded like a cat. " Deny everything. You don't have to talk to me, you know. The option's there for you to just walk away right now. "[/color] He nodded towards the door a little, raising his eyebrows back at Kurt. Blaine knew he was right. Of course I don't think that it's fair! None of this is! But there isn't anything that we can do about it, especially after District 13![/b][/color] Blaine pouted a little, continuing to watch Kurt, as he didn't look quite finished. We can't talk about this. We don't know who's around, and how do you not know that I'm not actually a Tribute and I'm actually some spy sent in from the Capitol to see what the Tributes actually think of us and we attack your District?[/color] " District 13 took it to the next level. We don't have to go that far, I'm not even suggesting we do anything. It's just.. acknowledge that this isn't right. Stand up speak up, don't sit in silence. "[/color] Blaine retorted slightly, keeping his gaze firm. " Because you actually give a shit. If you were from the Capitol, you'd be laughing in my face and taking me away to have my tongue sliced off right now. You care, Kurt. The Capitol don't. "[/color]

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WORDS :[/color] Idk.
TAG :[/color] Kurt. :]
MUSE :[/color] LAST FRIDAY NIGHT
NOTES :[/color] I don't want to kill this Kurt as much as I want to kill Cheerios!Kurt. But they're both meaaaaan. xD
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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Seeing Blaine smiling back a little, Kurt feels slightly relieved. Well, at least any damage he caused wasn't irreversible. Otherwise, Kurt would have definitely had been running out of this room, and just stay locked up in his own room and stay in there until they arrived in the Capitol. It would be easier for him to sleep and maybe hope to wake up in District Eight again. Yeah...because that was going to happen. To be honest, Kurt wasn't expecting Blaine to like him at all, and was kind of shocked that he did smile back, making it feel like he didn't completely hate Kurt. He wasn't complaining though. Because otherwise, Kurt would have made himself an enemy, and he didn't want that to happen. At least, not this early. "I don't have a reason to go for you. I don't have a reason to go for anybody. But that's just how these stupid Games work."

[/b][/i]. Kurt laughs weakly, leaning back. "Really? Because I've been less than pleasant to you"[/b] Seeing Blaine frowning and raising an eyebrow, Kurt tilts his head slightly, raising his own eyebrow a little further. "Why, have I become your target? I don't want to have to hunt on you to save my neck"[/b][/i]. Kurt shakes his head, sighing. "No...You haven't. I'm not wanting to hunt on anyone..I'd only do that if I knew they were going to plan on killing me."[/b] This may have been him giving away his plans a little, but if Kurt was going to be honest, he didn't want to make himself like something he wasn't, and that he had every intentions of killing just about anyone. But that was as far as he was going to go with any plans or strategies he had. "I'm not telling you, I'm advising you. There's a difference. You don't have to listen to me, unlike you have to listen to your mentor"[/b][/i]. Kurt frowns a little further, shaking his head. Why the hell was Blaine trying to advise him here? It was just.. He didn't even know. "Why are you trying to advise me anyway? Why does it even matter to you if the Careers kill me right away or not? Because either way....I'm dying in there. It's as simple as that"[/b] He gives a light shrug while glancing at the floor, looking up, and catching Blaine's gaze. "It all depends on whether you've got something worth keeping"[/b][/i]. Kurt laughs, and shakes his head "I haven't. I'm just some kid from District Eight. Unless the Careers need someone to sew some fancy clothing, I'm of no use to them"[/b]

Catching onto the slight surprise on Blaine's face, Kurt frowns slightly. Wow... Was his temper actually seeming that bad that he would snap at everything anyone said to him? Kurt really needed to try and get back to what he was really like without being such a huge part in the Capitol's game. "If you've got determination, then you can go as far as you want. All you have to do is believe you can make it, and you'll get by. It's as simple as. You'll know when you've got to stop believing, when it's time. Until then? Just go for it. One false move, and you're out. Don't stop believing, as cheesy as it is"[/b][/i]. Kurt doesn't say anything for a few moments, just taking in Blaine's words. As much as he hated to admit it, Kurt knew that Blaine was right. "I do...and I want to win this, but with what's being thrown up against me? It's not going making me have any hope it all. If I'm lucky to be quick enough, I can probably get past the bloodbath, but I'm not holding on to any hope I'll get further than that"[/b] This was probably the maddest Kurt had been during his time with Blaine so far, and Kurt didn't even know why. Was he even mad? Or was he just flustered? He didn't even know any more. The reasons from before at being mad at Blaine, about him being right, it did make Kurt mad as well, for reasons not even God knows. Thinking for a few moments, Kurt did think that Blaine's arms did feel nice...Wait, why the hell was he thinking that? What was actually wrong with him? God...Kurt really was being an idiot right now. He was blushing and everything. Kurt looks at Blaine when he raises his hands up in defence, scowling more fiercely when seeing the soft smile on the corner of one of his lips. What was he even finding so amusing? "Hey, it's fine. I'm on your team. "[/b][/i]. When Blaine speaks, Kurt's face softens, his scowl fading and stops glaring at Blaine. He was still blushing a little, but it wasn't as vivid as before. "R-really...?"[/b]. He asks slightly relieved. This actually was good...At least he didn't have to worry about being targeted for homophobic reasons. Well, at least by Blaine, anyway.

Noticing Blaine frowning after he spoke -- well, hissed, would be more accurate -- Kurt furrows his brow, looking at Blaine as he shakes his head. "Deny everything. You don't have to talk to me, you know. The option's there for you to just walk away right now."[/b][/i] Kurt raises his eyebrow a little. "And what if they don't believe me? I just..don't feel comfortable talking like this, okay? Not when there's a whole bunch of people from the Capitol roaming around."[/b] Kurt didn't even know why he couldn't leave...Maybe it was in protest of not wanting to maybe give Blaine the satisfaction of leaving, or maybe it was because he knew that Blaine was right. Actually, he did know that Blaine was right..Hell, pretty much every single one of the Tributes agreed with him, whether they said so or not. "District 13 took it to the next level. We don't have to go that far, I'm not even suggesting we do anything. It's just.. acknowledge that this isn't right. Stand up speak up, don't sit in silence."[/b][/i]. Kurt shakes his head, grimacing slightly "I just...don't want to risk it, okay? Speaking up might just be enough for these people. My dad's already lost enough already... And having me becoming an Avox is going to be harder on him considering that I'll still be alive, but I'll be suffering , and I'll never get to see him again, even though that there's a chance I will. And even if I don't become an Avox, they might do that to him, or even worse..."[/b]. Sniffing a little, attempting not to start getting emotional again, and break downing in front of Blaine, Kurt looks at the floor, taking a breath, before looking back up at him "That would be worse than anything that the Captiol could do for me. I don't know what it's like for you but...We only have each other."[/b]. Kurt did regret saying all of this to Blaine, but it just came out before he could even stop the words from coming out. He just hoped that something wouldn't happen that would make him regret saying this even more. "Because you actually give a shit. If you were from the Capitol, you'd be laughing in my face and taking me away to have my tongue sliced off right now. You care, Kurt. The Capitol don't. "[/b][/i]. Kurt smiles wryly, holding Blaine's gaze. "And what makes you say that?"[/b] Kurt wasn't going to deny it to himself that he wouldn't care if Blaine did get caught by the Capitol and was dragged off and get his tongue taken out. As....irritated as he was right now, and almost unable to to think of a happy thought, the caring side to Kurt was still there, even though it wasn't showing, as much as it usually did, if at all.

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WORDS:[/B] 1317
MUSE:[/B] THIS IS WAR[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/URL]
TAGS:[/B] BLAINE~
NOTES:[/B] I'm sorry xD Though, at least this one has a bit more of an excuse..And he's a little nicer in this post at least.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/blockquote]

[Blaine Everett Anderson]

Though Kurt had been a bitch to him, Blaine wasn't going to let it lead to an enemy being made. They'd only just got on the train, told that basically, their lives were going to end, been sent to their deaths. They were all bound to be in an inconsolable, bad mood, even Blaine. He just knew how to not let it show, how to keep his emotions and actions in check. Maybe it wouldn't come in too handy in the arena, his morals, but he'd learn to get tough. For his siblings. Because there was no way he was going to let Dallas start taking all the slips for the tesserae, and no way he was going to leave them with the assholes he was supposed to call his parents. Really? Because I've been less than pleasant to you.

[/b][/color] Watching as Kurt gave a weak laugh and leant back, Blaine shrugged, smiling a little. " Maybe. But if I made an enemy of every single person that wasn't nice to me? That wouldn't exactly get me very far. "[/color] Listening to Kurt sigh, he frowned in confusion a little, running a hand through his curls absentmindedly. No...You haven't. I'm not wanting to hunt on anyone..I'd only do that if I knew they were going to plan on killing me.[/b][/color] Keeping his expression simple, Blaine frowned internally. Kurt had pretty much just told him he wasn't going to kill anyone unless he had to, and most likely go for an evasive approach. It wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do, and Blaine just hoped he didn't plan on letting things like that slip around the Careers. " Then you won't be getting any trouble from me. Just don't steal anything of mine. I'll go batshit crazy on your ass. "[/color] Blaine managed to joke lightly, giving a weak smile and trying to lighten up the situation, even if by just a little. He didn't want to spend his last few days in utter misery. Why are you trying to advise me anyway? Why does it even matter to you if the Careers kill me right away or not? Because either way....I'm dying in there. It's as simple as that.[/b][/color] Watching as Kurt frowned and turned up the bitch once again, Blaine sighed. " So you're saying you'd rather go straight away and without putting up even a little bit of a fight? You want to die without even trying? "[/color] Shaking his head a little, Blaine looked over at Kurt. " If you'd rather I act like I don't give a shit and want your head on a plate within ten minutes of play, then fine. I can do that. I just thought that since you're not a Career, and although I'm starting to doubt my own opinion, not a total asshole, I'd just help you out a little bit. You've already said you don't plan on killing unless it's to save your ass. Our Districts, the lower ones, we don't even have anything against each other. Not majorly. So stop being so stubborn and accept a tip or two! "[/color] Raising an eyebrow as Kurt laughed, Blaine sat back in his chair slightly. I haven't. I'm just some kid from District Eight. Unless the Careers need someone to sew some fancy clothing, I'm of no use to them.[/color] Managing a small smile, Blaine propped the side of his head up. " I meant weapon wise. Whatever skill you possess - you're bound to have at least one, for a boy in the reaping your age - the Careers will decide whether it's worth their time or not. "[/color]

Blaine waited patiently after he'd spoken for Kurt to answer, knowing full well that the fact he was right probably angered the other boy, for reasons he didn't know, and wasn't even sure he wanted to find out. All he knew was that he planned on going through this competition with determination, even when the going got rough, because if he didn't give up, he could at least keep going until it was his time to die. Blaine didn't know how long he was going to last, but he refused to die at the bloodbath. That was just going down too easy, without a fight, and wouldn't do anything to help keep his sibling's hope alive. I do...and I want to win this, but with what's being thrown up against me? It's not going making me have any hope it all. If I'm lucky to be quick enough, I can probably get past the bloodbath, but I'm not holding on to any hope I'll get further than that.[/color] Blaine nodded a little, sitting back and contemplating for a few moments. " You just need to think of things in baby steps. Don't aim for the first place at the start, you'll die. Focus on getting past the bloodbath. Maybe tell yourself 'oh, I'll head for that forest or whatever over there, see what I can do.' Just take things at they come at you. Obviously, gather as much as you can along the way, but mostly, just try and take things a little at a time. The whole thing won't seem so daunting, then. "[/color] Watching as Kurt's expression softened, he kept his light smile, just waiting for him to speak again. R-really...?[/color] Nodding a little, Blaine smiled softly. " I know finding another homosexual is like finding a unicorn these days, but I'm gay. Always have been, always will be. And if that's what gets me killed in this competition, then I'll die with pride for being true to who I am. "[/color]

And what if they don't believe me? I just..don't feel comfortable talking like this, okay? Not when there's a whole bunch of people from the Capitol roaming around.[/color] Blaine sat back with a sigh, dismissing the subject with a flick of his hand as he looked away, sighing softly and just closing his eyes for a few moments. He couldn't let his beliefs get ahead of himself like this. He didn't want to end up getting himself killed before the games had even begun, and not for something he could've most likely controlled, especially. Looking back, he caught Kurt's grimace, waiting for him to speak. I just...don't want to risk it, okay? Speaking up might just be enough for these people. My dad's already lost enough already... And having me becoming an Avox is going to be harder on him considering that I'll still be alive, but I'll be suffering , and I'll never get to see him again, even though that there's a chance I will. And even if I don't become an Avox, they might do that to him, or even worse...[/b][/color] Blaine's expression had softened as Kurt spoke, instantly feeling bad for bringing the subject up when it obviously made Kurt uncomfortable, made him worry. That would be worse than anything that the Captiol could do for me. I don't know what it's like for you but...We only have each other.[/color] Blaine didn't know why Kurt had just told him all this, but he wasn't going to let the other boy regret it. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Blaine looked up to hold Kurt's gaze softly. " I'm sorry I.. said what I said. I wasn't thinking. I just.. I have certain views, and I feel strongly about them, and the words kind of just.. run away without me. "[/color] He told him, gently, his voice smooth. " I don't have parents to lose. I'm pretty sure I've already lost them, because hell, they don't acknowledge me and honestly don't give two shits about the fact I'm here today, that their eldest is going to die. I don't particularly care. Hate's a strong word, but I honestly hate them. However, as much as I dislike them, I wouldn't wish the fate of an Avox upon either of them. "[/color] Taking a slight breath, Blaine closed his eyes. " I'm not holding strong for them, Kurt. They don't care any more than the Capitol do. It's my siblings. My brothers, my sister. They mean the whole entire world to me, and I'm their big brother. The one they look up to. If I appear defeated and without hope on screen, they'll feel it, too, and I can't do that to them. They're.. they're all I have. My absolute everything. And even if I don't believe that I'm going to last ten seconds in this competition, they do, and it's their hope that keeps me going. That'll keep me strong. "[/color] Slowly opening his eyes, he held Kurt's gaze for a moment or two, before looking away, seemingly a little distant. And what makes you say that?[/b][/color] Looking back to him, Blaine sighed. " Isn't it obvious? You speak with too much hatred about the games, the kind only tributes can feel. If you were a genuine spy, you'd be giving a half ass attempt on calling them out on their flaws. "[/color]

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WORDS :[/color] Idk.
TAG :[/color] Kurt. :]
MUSE :[/color] THIS IS WAR
NOTES :[/color] I've missed this omg. HG!Klaine is just amazing. <3
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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Kurt really was trying not to be this..well, bitchy to Blaine. But it was hard. Kurt wasn't singling him out -- everyone was like that at the moment with him. Kurt was struggling to be nice to Scarlett, who was the other Tribute for his District, for God's sake. Kurt really didn't know how Blaine was able to at least seem to hold himself together. It was obvious that he wasn't happy about this. Who the hell would be after all? Kurt really just hated that he just constantly wore his heart on his sleeve, especially in times like these. No matter how hard he tried, it was going to become clear at some point or another exactly how he was feeling. It really was just his father that was keeping him going. That was keeping him from just letting the Careers kill him right at the start. The Games had already put him through a hell of a lot of shit already. His father didn't need this either. "Maybe. But if I made an enemy of every single person that wasn't nice to me? That wouldn't exactly get me very far. "

[/b][/i] Kurt manages a small smile, shaking his head. "While that's true.. It's not what I meant."[/b]. Kurt takes a deep breath, propping his head up on his hand before looking at Blaine again "It's different out here. We can't look at people the same as we would as we would back in our Districts. Pretty much everyone here can, and probably will be an enemy, even if they wouldn't be under normal circumstances, and would just be an annoyance."[/b].

Kurt was trying to keep himself as calm as possible. The only thing that was stopping him from freaking out entirely was that he'd only told Blaine about his tactics. He just had to hope that Blaine wasn't going to tell anyone else, because now that he had let it slip? Kurt was going to be even more cautious with what he was saying to the other Tributes, should he end up having to talk to one. "Then you won't be getting any trouble from me. Just don't steal anything of mine. I'll go batshit crazy on your ass."[/b][/i] Smiling ever so slightly, Kurt shrugs. "I'll try not to... But if you have any sweet loot, I might not be able to help myself"[/b] Chuckling slightly as he spoke, Kurt was surprised slightly that he was actually able to joke still. He thought he'd actually left that part of him behind in District Eight. Though, it couldn't have been too bad. At least he wasn't going to be completely miserable, seeing as how he had something, even though it was fairly small, to keep him sane. "So you're saying you'd rather go straight away and without putting up even a little bit of a fight? You want to die without even trying?"[/b][/i]. Kurt sighs, and shakes his head. "Of course I don't. I want to win, I just know it's not happening. And I'd rather go straight away than have it completely drawn out. If I die quickly, but later on..? Then that wouldn't be too bad. I just don't want to be one of the first few to go."[/b]

Seeing Blaine shaking his head, Kurt carefully raises an eyebrow, starting to get more irritated as he waited for Blaine to speak again. "If you'd rather I act like I don't give a shit and want your head on a plate within ten minutes of play, then fine. I can do that. I just thought that since you're not a Career, and although I'm starting to doubt my own opinion, not a total asshole, I'd just help you out a little bit. You've already said you don't plan on killing unless it's to save your ass. Our Districts, the lower ones, we don't even have anything against each other. Not majorly. So stop being so stubborn and accept a tip or two! "[/b][/i]. Staring at Blaine, mouth slightly open as he tries to think of something to say, Kurt scowls. Gripping tightly onto the arms of his chair, he looks at him. "Why the hell would I want that? I just want to know why the hell you're helping me out, or trying to. Sure, we have nothing major against each other, but is that really reason enough to have us helping each other out? I just don't see why I should take tips from someone who could very well be the one that kills me in there."[/b]. Still glaring at Blaine, Kurt folds his arms, pressing his lips together. "And if I'm such an asshole, then why the hell are you still talking to me? Nothing's making you stay here."[/b]

Despite his words, Kurt actually didn't want Blaine to leave. He didn't want to be alone in here. As Blaine propped the side of his head up, Kurt really couldn't help but notice, that it was kind of... adorable really. Quickly shoving those thoughts of his head, Kurt focuses on what Blaine was saying. " I meant weapon wise. Whatever skill you possess - you're bound to have at least one, for a boy in the reaping your age - the Careers will decide whether it's worth their time or not."[/b][/i]. Blushing slightly, Kurt felt kind of thick after saying that. "Oh...right. I s'pose I have something"[/b] He mumbles, giving a slight shrug. Kurt knew he did. Ever since he could pick them up, Kurt had been trained to use a bow and arrow, despite it being against the rules. Though, that was really all he was able to do, apart from making it seem like he knew how to use a knife skillfully. It wasn't much, but Kurt hoped that it would be enough to get him past the Cornucopia.

Kurt really wanted to be more determined about this, and actually get to as close to winning as he possible could, but he had no idea how to get around this. More than ever, Kurt had to wonder why the hell he didn't ask his mother while she was still alive about how she'd managed to win. Kurt had heard stories, but he wanted to hear it from her. It seemed.. Really stupid now. It would be one of the first things he'd ask her now. Having a parent that won the competition that there's a chance that you could be in.. The logical thing would be that you would ask them about it. Find out as much as you can. It was too late to be moping about it now, Kurt knew that. She died nearly ten years ago; she wasn't exactly going to come back and tell him how she'd won now, was she? All Kurt could do was hope that he was going to see tapes about it when they got to the Capitol.

"You just need to think of things in baby steps. Don't aim for the first place at the start, you'll die. Focus on getting past the bloodbath. Maybe tell yourself 'oh, I'll head for that forest or whatever over there, see what I can do.' Just take things at they come at you. Obviously, gather as much as you can along the way, but mostly, just try and take things a little at a time. The whole thing won't seem so daunting, then."[/b][/i]. While Blaine's speaking, Kurt manages to keep his mouth shut the entire time, just listening to everything that the other boy had to say. When he was done, Kurt nods slowly. Well.. It made enough sense. "Right... Are you sure that will work though...?"[/b] Kurt smiles a little back at Blaine, admittedly feeling a hell of a lot more relaxed than he was five minutes ago with Blaine. "I know finding another homosexual is like finding a unicorn these days, but I'm gay. Always have been, always will be. And if that's what gets me killed in this competition, then I'll die with pride for being true to who I am."[/b][/i] After Blaine had spoken again, Kurt wasn't going to deny it, but he felt a hell of a lot more respect for Blaine after he said that. He probably wasn't going to admit this to Blaine, but Kurt wasn't going to deny it to himself. "I actually thought I'd find a unicorn first"[/b]. Kurt mutters, a slight smirk on his face, before continuing to speak. "Good... And, if I'm ever outed, I'm not going to deny it. I'm not going back into the closet for this. If they're going to kill us for this then...screw 'em."[/b] Kurt gives a slight laugh, before shrugging slightly.

Seeing Blaine flicking his hand, Kurt decides to just drop the matter, seeing no point in pushing it any further. It was really just the environment that they were in was what was making Kurt so reluctant to talk about this. Getting killed before the Games began really wasn't the right way to go about this at all. Kurt was slightly regretting telling Blaine all of this, about his pretty much shitty life back in District Eight, but the fact that Blaine's expression had softened did make it a bit better for him to have said that out loud. Biting down on his lip, just able to keep his emotions under control, Kurt holds Blaine's gaze. "I'm sorry I.. said what I said. I wasn't thinking. I just.. I have certain views, and I feel strongly about them, and the words kind of just.. run away without me."[/b][/i] Once Blaine speaks, Kurt shakes his head, giving his wrist a quick flick at the same time, just dismissing the matter. "S'okay.."[/b]. Kurt mutters, shaking his head. "I don't have parents to lose. I'm pretty sure I've already lost them, because hell, they don't acknowledge me and honestly don't give two shits about the fact I'm here today, that their eldest is going to die. I don't particularly care. Hate's a strong word, but I honestly hate them. However, as much as I dislike them, I wouldn't wish the fate of an Avox upon either of them."[/b][/i].

Kurt frowns a little, holding Blaine's gaze while he speaks. "They can't not care that you're here at all."[/b]. It was.. unnatural to say the least for Kurt to hear that someone's parents hated their child, and the feeling was mutual was even more unusual. Kurt just really had to consider himself lucky that he'd been brought up by his parents like he had been. He really couldn't imagine otherwise at all. "I'm not holding strong for them, Kurt. They don't care any more than the Capitol do. It's my siblings. My brothers, my sister. They mean the whole entire world to me, and I'm their big brother. The one they look up to. If I appear defeated and without hope on screen, they'll feel it, too, and I can't do that to them. They're.. they're all I have. My absolute everything. And even if I don't believe that I'm going to last ten seconds in this competition, they do, and it's their hope that keeps me going. That'll keep me strong"[/b][/i]. Hearing Blaine speaking, it really did seem like his parents didn't care at all. It was heart-breaking, really. It wouldn't matter who it was...Kurt didn't want that to happen to anyone. At all. Wiping his eyes quickly on his sleeve, feeling them starting to water over, Kurt looks up at him. "So, in the end, we're fighting for our families..huh?"[/b]. He says weakly.

Kurt continues to hold Blaine's gaze, only breaking it once Blaine looks away, seeming a little distant. Sighing a little, Kurt leans back, feeling bad for bringing up the whole family issue to start with. Raising an eyebrow slightly, Kurt looks at Blaine "Everything okay...?"[/b] He asks slowly. Once Blaine looks back at him, Kurt keeps his gaze on Blaine, biting his lip a little when he sighs. "Isn't it obvious? You speak with too much hatred about the games, the kind only tributes can feel. If you were a genuine spy, you'd be giving a half ass attempt on calling them out on their flaws. "[/b][/i]. Kurt shrugs a little, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. "I could just be a really good actor."[/b]. Pausing for a few moments, Kurt sighs and shakes his head, pressing his forehead into his hand "No, you're right. No-one from the Capitol is that good of an actor. They'd start blabbing about how great the food is there, or something stupid like that."[/b] Scowling a little, Kurt lets out a slight groan. "I just...I hate how they go on about how hard their lives are because they have to make do without one thing that the rest of us would kill to have."[/b]. Rolling his eyes, Kurt looks out of the corner of his eyes, glaring at the door a little, before looking back at Blaine. "I actually heard the representative for my District complain about how she couldn't get a part of her ridiculous hat finished in time for the Reaping. It makes me sick. They don't even care that they could be taking two kid to their deaths."[/b]

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WORDS:[/B] 2209. Hopy shit
MUSE:[/B] THIS IS WAR[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/URL]
TAGS:[/B] BLAINE~
NOTES:[/B] Sammmmeee <3. I just... I love them~ I always seem to type a lot more than I need to xD Sorry about that.

EDIT: Look at that. 500th post. And it's Klaine yet again ^^

I just realized.. I'll prolly get to my1000th post before this forum's first birthday xD It's not even been six months since we started xD[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/blockquote]