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Post by Pyra Elswood on Feb 8, 2017 2:29:20 GMT -7
 i'm not the only one who's hurting here
i don't know what the hell is left to do
you never saw how far the crack had opened
you never knew i had run out of rope
The Capitol gave her ten days to stay there. She was told that would do a series of interviews, go to numerous parties, and show that the recent victor was still friends with the Capitol. She wasn't a friend or foe during that time. Instead, she put herself on robot mode. Attend a shoot, attend an interview, attend a party, spend the night with at least one man per night. There was no emotion, no connection with any of these people. She didn't care who anyone was and what position they held over her. All she wanted was to hurt the people back home. Pyra figured that she could be called a slut and a whore, but she didn't care. In fact, she would encourage it. Maybe it would get back to her father and he wouldn't speak to her. Good, she thought. She wouldn't have to put him in agony of seeing her disappointing face every day.
That was her goal when she looked out her window on the train, seeing the deaths that she had caused. Pyra wanted to hurt as many people close to her as possible. She wanted to hurt Adam the most. He already had it rough, so she hoped that sleeping with other men would lead him far away from her. It wasn't like she was forced to sleep with people like some victors did, but Snow didn't have to tell her to do that. Now, she was more than willing. Pyra would get silly drunk, go back with important people in the Capitol, and leave in the morning when she would need to attend a shoot. More than anything, she wished she could sleep with a Gamemaker so word would get back to District 4 about how big of a traitor she was. She wasn't even mad about the Gamemakers putting thoughts in her head or making her fight Quirinus. She was passed that. She felt like she deserved everything she got. She didn't know anyone she slept with, just that she knew they held high positions because only the best of the best were at the parties she went to. There was only one regret she had: she wished she died in the Hunger Games like she should have rightfully had.
Seven nights had passed. She slept next to the ninth man, realizing that she hadn't slept in three days. Maybe it was the morphine she took with a man four days ago, or maybe she didn't want to dream about the bloodshed she caused. Her death count was well over ten now. The men she slept with and her victims had some things in common. She didn't know most of their names, and now they were one of many whose lives merged with the Elswood girl. They were minor, but they were a part of her nonetheless. They were the ones that left an impact on Pyra and her character as a whole. Whether it was the men that tested her infidelity,or the men and women who tested her morality; they were all a part of her now. She wouldn't forget them.
She tried sleeping as far away from the man as she could on the bed. She was done with touching them, and tomorrow night, she would easily and without a doubt move on to the next man. To her, it was funny, because she had really only lost her virginity a couple months ago, after the games. Maybe the only way to escape her problems was to bed hop from man to man and never get close to any of them. If she lost everyone she loved by distancing herself, she couldn't be threatened or hurt. The most someone would do is kill her, which would be okay with her. And though the room she was in with the ninth man was open and large, she felt so claustrophobic in her thoughts. She quietly got out of the bed and put walked to his dresser. Pyra would be back before morning, but right now, she needed to go outside for a cigarette. The blonde girl went through the man's clothes and found a t-shirt and pants. When she tried them on, they were oversized, but she didn't care. She would return them to their proper places when need be. She then took two cigarettes and a lighter from the nightstand and walked over to the door. She quietly opened it and closed it.
When the girl stepped outside, it was a bit chilly, especially on her bare feet. The neighborhood she was in was across from a nice looking park, but she would just stay outside of the man's home not to worry him in case he woke up. She put the cigarette up to her lips and lit the first one. Until this week, like a lot of things, she hadn't ever tried smoking. It was gross, but she really didn't care. It gave her something to do when she couldn't sleep. She drew it out, wanting the bad air to reach her lungs and puffed it out with ease. Even at this hour, there were still people lurking about. She figured people were probably going home from parties. She usually left the parties halfway through and then went back with a man. Two of the nights she left halfway through but went back to the party after the quick shindig she had with the men in their cars. She then would go back with another man at the end of the party. She didn't even think twice about it.
What was she going to do with her life with all of the deaths she had intentionally and unintentionally caused? She figured President Coin, and most likely President Snow, hated her by now. Hell, she couldn't even put a name to the face with Coin and only had bits and pieces of conversations about her. She also figured that, if Quirinus were here, he would probably kill her for how stupid she was. God, she missed the brute more than she missed anyone. If only she could've found a way for them both to survive. But it was too late. Everything, for her, was always late. She drew in the smoke of her cigarette again and let it out. After the ten days when she went home, things would change. She couldn't afford for anyone else to be close to her. Not even Breckon, who she realized would be better off without the terrible influence of his sister. Maybe in time she could live in the Capitol for part of the year and carry out the same lifestyle she had been for the past seven days. Either way, she deserved to be alone. She could spare the people around her that pain. The pain of her leaving was only temporary for her family and Adam, but if she stayed close to them, they would be in more pain than they even realized because of her actions.
She wasn't worried about the people around her. They were all just shadows to her, people who passed by and couldn't really see the girl in the dark unless they really tried looking. The only light that came out was the burning of her cigarette. Pyra's feet were numb only after two draws of the death stick in her hand. She didn't need anybody anymore. She wished Quirinus and Ms. Pontifex would leave her mind, but it seemed as if she would be stuck with those two and of the images of Adam being tortured. Nothing mattered, she thought. She needed to let go. Quirinus was wrong. It doesn't matter. The people she killed, the way she lived, the relationships she had. No, it wouldn't matter at all if she was going to end up alone. She wished she never went into the Hunger Games. She wished she never met Adam. She wished she could just push all of her problems away instead of confronting them.
WORD COUNT: 1365
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NOTES: This is open for anyone! Whether it's someone coming back from a party that passes her, the man that she slept with, or someone else completely different, that is totally okay and I'm down for it! I just really wanted to write Pyra because I have too much muse for her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 19:49:09 GMT -7
 If the sky above you should grow dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me knocking upon your door
Aurora was walking through the Capitol after one of her parties had just finished. She had been distracted for the past few weeks and had felt as if her work was getting affected by it. She felt off of her game, not that any of her clients had noticed anything out of the ordinary. But they weren't there for all of the planning where she was completely off in her own little world. Her brain was swimming with thoughts of Illias Delos, a man that she had met at one of her parties. She had gone into meeting him thinking that he was going to try and do a hump and dump with her, just like most men she met tried. But he had surprised her and had been a gentleman the entire evening, and now she was scratching every inch of her brain trying to figure out how she could nonchalantly run into him again some day soon.
She made her way through the Capitol before raising her brow as she saw a girl standing and smoking a cigarette. The way that she was standing there made Aurora feel as if she needed someone to talk to; someone to vent to and listen. As she made her way over to the girl, she felt her spine straighten as she noticed that it was Pyra Elswood, the most recent victor. The only reason that Aurora knew this of course was through the news. She felt as if she couldn't actually watch the Games because it was too upsetting to her. She wondered if Illias watched the Games, but she quickly brushed that thought away as she approached her and stood next to Pyra, staying silent for a minute.
"I hope you don't mind me standing here," she said softly with a faint smile on her face. "I just felt like I should come and stand with you for a minute. Maybe talk, if that's something you'd want to do."
WORD COUNT: 329 TAGS: Pyra Elswood NOTES: lol at aurora being dumb about illy and hope you like my surprise and don't hate the length |
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Feb 11, 2017 0:36:56 GMT -7
Pyra had a love/hate relationship with the Capitol for a sole reason. Honestly, she hated how the sky never showed any stars. In District 4, the sky was flooded with them and they lit up the night. Sometimes she would escape from her mansion just to lay on the beach and look at them. It was relaxing. But in the Capitol, things were so hectic that it almost seemed like both the city and the sky could never relax. It was nonstop. Though she felt the busyness in the Capitol and her mind racing had a lot in common at the moment. She couldn't relax and didn't have time for stars. They were just lights that couldn't outmatch the neon ones of the city's nightlife.
Someone had then come up to her. It had surprised her, knowing that she had never seen this person in her life. She knew she should've smoked in his backyard, but it was too late now. It wasn't that she hated people, but she did have a knack for lying to them. When the woman spoke, Pyra was more than a little confused. Was this someone that wanted to be friends with her or was she a fan? Pyra had never been a hostile girl and didn't really push strangers away. She wasn't rude unless she had to be either. Maybe talking to someone was something she needed. In a way, she hoped it was a reporter. She hoped that it would get out that she slept with nine guys so far in the Capitol and make it back home. She wanted it more than anything to happen so she wouldn't have to tell her family or Adam herself.
"Want a cigarette?" She said lightheartedly, offering her the extra one she grabbed on the nightstand. Pyra knew she shouldn't be smoking this bitter-tasting stick that had no point in itself, but she couldn't help it. Maybe the woman next to her would be more strong-willed than Pyra could ever be. "I just needed to take a break from my thoughts. The man inside is sleeping, so I thought I'd go outside and smoke. It relaxes me." She wondered if this woman knew that Adam and her were engaged, or whatever they were. Even she still didn't know. It probably didn't matter anymore, because she was emotionally cheating with a dead man and physically cheating with nine other nameless men. She was trying to convince herself that their relationship meant absolutely nothing to her. She had tried to convince herself that in the games when it came to Quirinus and her survival, but she couldn't even do that in the long run. She realized it too late when he was already dead.
"Why are you out so late? Had a fun party?" Pyra took another draw of her cigarette. She didn't have many friends, but she figured small talk was the best way to go with this stranger. It was strange to remember that people always knew her name, but she could never knew theirs. These people saw her break down on television when Quirinus died, when she exposed her feelings to the world. Even that part of her was stolen by President Snow and the Gamemakers. She knew that everyone had at least the power of her name over her, and she hated that. She would trade her small life before the games over the chaos she endured now. The only thing she didn't regret was meeting Q.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 7:55:24 GMT -7
Aurora had spent the entirety of her life within the Capitol. She never ventured out, mainly because life outside of the Capitol never seemed to interest her. She had heard about how each district had their own beautiful sites from the various party-goers that she had worked for, but none of it was enough to make her want to drop work and see what was waiting past the train station. She had a life in the Capitol, a purpose in their society. While she was smart and beautiful, she knew that event planning was her only true talent. The Capitol was the only place to do that at the caliber she craved. She thrived in the Capitol, not because she was the epitome of a Capitolite but because it was the only place she could view herself.
The brunette saw the surprise on the victor's face and just gave her a smile, hoping to show her that she meant no harm. Aurora had no idea about what had happened in the arena, about what Pyra must have been put through. If the woman had to pick one thing that she disliked about the Capitol, it was the Games. She understood their purpose and she was once intrigued by what went into designing them, but it ruined the possibility of a happy ending for twenty-three innocent lives. She wanted everyone to live at the end, which was why she never watched past the interviews and the parade. It was why she felt comfortable enough to approach a victor in the middle of the night, hoping that whatever was causing the grim and solemn look on her face would be lessened by a conversation.
With the same polite smile on her face, Aurora shook her head as she was offered the cigarette. "No, thank you. I don't smoke." She listened to her explanation before nodding, looking at the door and then back to Pyra. "I can understand needing a break from your thoughts. Everyone needs a break from them every now and then." She let out a humorless chuckle before sighing softly to herself and glancing down at her feet. She needed a break from her thoughts, though she knew that the victor in front of her would probably trade the thoughts that she was having for Aurora's in a heartbeat. Aurora had heard whispers, of course, about what had happened to the final two in the Games. She dismissed them, however, because Capitolites loved to gossip. They loved to gossip about what was true, but they especially loved to gossip about what wasn't. Without knowing what people could be overdramatizing, Aurora just found it best to ignore what was said.
The brunette laughed softly before shrugging her shoulders. "I guess you could say that. I planned one, so I don't really know how much fun it was for me." She could tell her how much fun it had been, none. None because she knew that Illias Delos had been on the guest list, but he hadn't shown up. While she couldn't expect him to, it had lowered her spirits for the evening. Then, of course, nothing seemed to go perfectly smooth. The hosts were happy about the party, but it was one of the worse parties that Aurora had planned simply because she was unfocused. She sighed to herself and then looked at the victor and gave another polite smile. "I'm-" she stopped herself from saying her full name before choosing to settle for, "I'm Rory, in case you want a name to the face."
WORD COUNT: 594 TAGS: Pyra Elswood NOTES: Nah, homie. It was good, don't even question that. |
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18 Years Old
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Feb 11, 2017 10:14:51 GMT -7
The Capitol was bigger than Pyra imagined, and she wondered if Finnick was still alive somewhere in this big city. She figured it was possible considering he was probably more valuable alive than dead. She didn't want to think about what they were doing to him because of her actions. He was someone she could trust, and she was suppose to be someone he relied on. God, she was such an idiot. She wished she could trade her life for Finnick Odair's, but she knew that would be impossible. She was a newer victor and she couldn't just disappear. Pyra would trade her life in an instant, and maybe that's why she was smoking and sleeping around. Maybe she would gain attention from Snow and she would be able to talk to him. She knew the chances of that happening were slim to none. She knew District 13 possibly had a plan, but because she got mixed up in the dumb rebellion, she didn't want to speak to them. The whole thought of it made her draw out her cigarette longer than before.
Pyra listened to the woman and heard something about her planning a party. She was absolutely jealous. Not because planning a party sounded like fun, but because she wished she had that lifestyle. It would be so easy to go to parties every day and your biggest worry is that a party wouldn't turn out right. Nobody in the Capitol died from unfortunate circumstances. None of the parents had to worry about their children going into the games. She wasn't even mad at the Capitol because they held so many advantages over all of the districts. She was jealous and wished she could live that easy lifestyle. It's funny because a Capitolite had a bad time when a party didn't go as planned, but only a couple months ago a bad time for her would not be having food on the table for two days in a row.
She listened to the woman next to her. She seemed nice and not out to get her. It was nice having someone to talk to in a plain setting. The past few nights, she only talked to people when she was being interview, when flirting, or when she was buzzed at the parties she was at. "Nice to meet you Rory," she said back to her. She took a few seconds to think. Should she introduce herself, or would that make her look bad? She knew most people in the Capitol knew who she was, but it felt strange not to reply with her name. "I'm Pyra," she finally said. She felt stupid, but she didn't know what else to do.
The party Pyra went to that night was a masquerade. She stayed at that one longer than she had the previous nights. It was fun because most men there didn't know that Pyra was actually a victor. She went home with a man of whom she didn't get to see his whole face and never really got to see hers either. She was completely okay with that, though the lucky man wouldn't realize until morning that he slept with Pyra Elswood. She figured that she wouldn't know who he was. She never really knew anyone in the Capitol unless they were another victor, and even that was sparse.
The blonde girl turned towards the woman next to her. "You're a party planner, right? That must be the life. Sounds like a lot of fun." Pyra knew she could never do something like that. Her organizations skills were mediocre, at best. It probably took a lot of time and effort. She really didn't care about hearing her party planner stories if she was to be honest, but it was something to talk about. Pyra's mind was roaming with so many people, but she needed to ground herself by talking about things that she couldn't really think about.
WORD COUNT: 662
TAG: Aurora Swiftgold
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 11:28:46 GMT -7
Aurora knew that she had it better than most people in Panem. She knew that she had it better than most people in the Capitol even. She was respected and well-known, but not to the point of being a celebrity so she was able to have her own life. She was never asked for interviews and she wasn't recognized by everyone, which was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to throw all of the upscale parties and experience the lavish lifestyle that the people who hired her had, but to not have the social obligations that they had with everyone. With all of the appearances, she wouldn't be able to walk around the streets of the Capitol alone at night like she had this particular evening. And if she wasn't allowed to do that, then she certainly wouldn't be having a conversation with a victor who seemed like she needed a friend more than she needed another interview or another party.
The brunette smiled as Pyra introduced herself, giving her a slight nod before leaning against the column on the patio that she had recently stepped onto. "It's very nice to meet you, Pyra." Despite knowing exactly who the victor was, she welcomed her introduction. Though she was quite certain she was responding out of social obligation, it made the interaction seem more genuine versus being a societal norm. She didn't want her to feel as if she was trying to get to know her because she was a victor because that truly wasn't her intention. She hadn't even realized that she was a victor until she had gotten close enough to see her face. She truly just wanted to be there to keep the girl company because she felt like everyone should have someone who can just be there to listen, even if it's only for one night.
It was almost humorous to Aurora that she was so willing to become someone's best friend for a night, but so unwilling to become someone's lover for the evening. Yes, she had her idea of a happy ending that made her want more, but shouldn't she want the same happy ending for friendships? What made a friendship so different from a relationship that she could do this over, one could say, going home with a very attractive man that she had met at one of her parties. But then she looked at the blonde teenager and knew what it was. It was the look of being alone; the look of being somewhere physically, but mentally being a thousand miles away. So far away that, perhaps, it was affecting life as she knew it. Not that Aurora knew anything about what Pyra had endured, but she could relate on a much smaller scale.
She blinked a couple of times as the blonde spoke before nodding her head. "I am. Though it's not always as fun as it seems. I once had a vase thrown at my head in the early days of my career because they wanted an army green and I had given them a forest green." She chuckled to herself at the memory before shivering slightly. "It's kind of insane what people here lose their heads over."
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Feb 12, 2017 14:32:01 GMT -7
Pyra wondered if people were this nice in the Capitol. In District 4, it was rare that someone would come up and converse with others if they didn't know them. It would usually happen on accident, like all the benches being occupied on the beach and having to sit next to a stranger. And if anyone did go up to others, it was a rare occurrence. Pyra did it once, about a year and a half ago. She went up to a man who was sitting alone on the beach in the dark. She wondered if Capitolites did this often and if it was a normal thing to do. She wondered if she could ever get used to Capitol life if someone decided to swoop her off her feet and offer her a place to stay for permanent residence. She knew that wasn't possible, but it was still something she wished of. She wouldn't have to go back to District 4 to see her family and face her guilt. She could just party and drink her life away while being a flirty victor. It's not like the Capitol was going to fall anyways. The Rebels had already lost one of their most important faces because of what she did.
When Rory spoke saying that it was nice to meet Pyra, she nodded back towards her. If she knew why she was really here, she might not think it was nice to meet a woman who was cheating on her fiancee, or the girl who practically killed Finnick Odair. She could be considered a monster, from killing unknown strangers and the man she loved in the Hunger Games intentionally to killing unknown strangers and Panem's favorite victor unintentionally. If people believed she was going to be a monster, that's exactly what she would be. She wouldn't care about people's feelings and become isolated in drinking. She knew that wouldn't solve any problems, but there was nothing more to it. If she could just distance herself from everyone she cared about, she might be considered more of an emotionless monster, but she was completely okay with that.
Rory then started talking about how she had a vase thrown at her head because someone didn't like a color and how they would lose their heads over it. She laughed a little. If that was as bad as it got, she would've taken that any day. Having a vase thrown at your head in the profession of your dreams is a lot better than a knife thrown at your head because you were forced to kill people. She wondered if Jade, the first person she killed, would agree with that. She had threw her knives at the girl, and it ended up ending her life. She assumed she would. She knew the main difference from the Capitol and the districts now. In the Capitol, citizens figuratively lost their heads from not having a certain color. In the districts, citizens literally lost their heads from being accused of something they didn't even do or being forced to fight for something that their great grandparents caused. But Pyra wasn't mad about it. It was just how it was.
"Ah, I see," Pyra said, really the only thing that came to her mind. She took in another breath of the cigarette and puffed it out. The woman came up to her and was nice, and she knew she shouldn't be sassy. As much as she wanted to say 'wow, that is insane considering people die every day from starvation in the districts,' she wasn't going to. She wasn't some passionate rebel who wanted to put down citizens of the Capitol. She had played their game after all, killing seven people in the process. If she was truly a rebel with a cause, she wouldn't have killed anybody in the games and would have died for what was right. But Pyra wasn't a martyr. President Snow knew that and so did the rest of Panem.
But Pyra had an idea. Maybe she could use this woman somehow to get to Snow. All she wanted to do was to talk to the old man. Trade her life for Finnicks if he had been captured or do something to help him. "This is going to seem like a dumb question, but do you know President Snow? I want to talk to him about my wedding," she said. There had been rumors that had been going around between Pyra and Adam's marriage and when it would be. She did need to talk to him about that, saying that she was calling it off, but she also wanted to talk to him about Finnick and what happened in District 4.
WORD COUNT: 792
TAG: Aurora Swiftgold
NOTES: Sorry for the ramble during some parts lol
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