Forrest Wonderland (15) D7M

After training, I headed to my room. I fully intended to explore the Games Building with Sylvia at some point, but we had both agreed that we could spend the first day after training just chilling in our rooms, trying to process our thoughts and not freak out. We had had a while to think, but after training, and watching the Careers dominate their stations, I really needed another day to accept my fate. By the looks of it, Sylvia could, too, and I was happy to have the day to myself without having to abandon my girlfriend.

A cup dropped to the ground when I entered my room. Some woman was staring right at me, and although I didn't know her, it was a bit like I was looking in a mirror. She shooed off the other Avoxes that were supposed to be waiting on me, and when she reached for a piece of paper, I realized that she was an Avox herself. I didn't know why any Avox would recognize me, unless they were just starstruck to be working with a tribute, but I went over to see what she had written. She seemed utterly frantic, her handwriting super sloppy and her hands shaking as she tried to wave me over.

I can't stay long or say much, but I'm your mother, Forrest. I didn't know this was the Seven room! I'm so, so proud of you. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you longer, but the Capitol didn't really appreciate me illegally moving to Seven. I love you so much, Forrest, and you're doing a great job. I'll keep loving you whatever the Games do to you.

I hardly processed anything the note said after "but I'm your mother." This Avox was my mom? I had always known my parents, the Chesires, weren't my real ones, but I never would have thought that my mom was still alive in the Capitol.

"You're really my mom?" I asked, unable to believe it. This had to be a cruel joke. But she looked so much like me, I couldn't quite believe that, either.

Yes. I wish I could hug you, but that'd just get me killed. I'll keep an eye on you in the Games, okay? I would send you stuff, but I don't have money. I love you, my sweet little baby.

My mom left right after she wrote that. I got the feeling she was in trouble. Avoxes probably weren't supposed to write things down. I laid down on my bed, suddenly overjoyed that Sylvia wasn't coming to chill with me tonight. I had enough to think about with just dying. Now I had a mother to return to? I didn't know what to make of it. I already had a mother. Now I had two, and soon I'd have none.

Sylvia Blanc (15) D7F

On the second day of training, Forrest wanted to walk around the Games Building. I was happy with that decision. My room had been a bit boring. I had mostly accepted that I was going to die, and I was fine with that. I wouldn't want to live if it meant killing Forrest. That being said, I hadn't had to much to think about in my room, other than trying to figure out how to make sure Forrest would win. Forrest obviously had.

"Like, I don't know for sure. Maybe she's just lying. But she risked her neck to write that down for me, and she looks so much like me. She's gotta be my mother. But what do I even do with that knowledge? I don't know. If I die, nothing. I'll live in Seven if I win. I won't even be able to talk to her. It's not like she'd get permission to write letters. I probably shouldn't even tell you she told me," Forrest was saying. I watched him, calmly considering everything he said. That did seem like a lot of stress. I, for one, knew who my mother was, and I knew that she was executed for being rebellious. Forrest never had that type of closure.

"That sounds hard. I think it's good that you know. Maybe we should sit down while we talk this over," I said, worried about Forrest. He seemed very stressed, and he kept running his hands through his hair. He never was the fainting type, but I worried he might faint when something that stressful happened. It was a lot for him to handle, and even I had a little bit of a hard time being my normal quiet, supportive self.

"Yeah. All right, let's do that. I hardly even got any training done... Gosh. Do you know where you want to go?"

"I don't really care. We can go wherever you want. I think you could use the comfort food more than I could," I said, latching onto his arm. He led me to an ice cream shoppe, and we both looked at the menu. I knew Forrest would order first, because he was always the better decision-maker of us. I normally followed in his footsteps.

"Could I get some mint chocolate chip, gone fishin', and cow tracks? I don't know what those are, but they look cool. And some of those hundreds and thousands? And some whipped cream, please," Forrest said, and I admired his politeness. The worker probably wasn't used to Capitolites being that nice.

"Of course! Coming right up. And what can I get for the lovely lady?" the worker replied.

I almost immediately said that I wanted the same. Then I considered for a bit. I didn't really want mint or chocolate. "Could I get the strawberry, with chocolate sauce and hundreds and thousands?"

"Of course! Enjoy."

Forrest took his ice cream and sat down. "That's not like you. Usually we get the same thing! I never knew you liked strawberry ice cream."

"Neither did I."

So. I write tributes in order of District, going through alliances. Then I do a loner chapter. Right now I have about ten tributes that are seeking allies, and I only have three alliances. If you want anyone with your tributes, PM me and I'll see what I can do (or PM whoever you want directly). Otherwise, I'll start pairing people up so I don't end up with fourteen loners.