"Such Great Heights"
A/N: So in planning for the pre-games in the Capitol, everyone is going to be getting 2 POVs, however while planning this out I realized Ty really needed 3 POVs in order to do everything I wanted to with him. So to make up for that Ty will only be getting 1 POV here, but it's a pretty long one, so the length discrepancy still isn't that long between our two characters here. Just wanted to let that be known beforehand though so y'all understand the POV difference.
~They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now but we'll stay~
Julie Novum, 14
14 Months ago
Julie balanced herself on the heels of her feet. To either side of her, just a few inches away, the thin wall gave way to an empty free fall. Lucy, Steel, and Willoughby waited just behind her, standing on the flat, wider portion of the wall while Julie made the trek across the narrow concrete. Just in front of her was a taller platform, leading to the open, empty rooftop of the abandoned high school. All that she had to do was make the leap.
The ledge of the rooftop was slightly above her head at its lowest spot, with that spot being just far enough to the right that Julie couldn't reach for it without leaping off of the ledge she stood on now. She would have to jump, hang onto the ledge, dangle, and pull herself up. If anywhere on that list of items she failed, she would find herself briefly falling before colliding against a cement floor riddled with broken glass and rusty nails. If she were lucky it would result in a half dozen broken bones, but Julie didn't believe in luck.
Fear flooded her system. She allowed herself to stand for a long moment, indulging in every worried thought. All that primal, systematic fear pumped through her blood, bring adrenaline with it, surging an uncontainable energy into her. Julie had rarely been more scared of dying in her life, the possibility petrifying her as she stared at the slick ledge. And she loved every moment of it.
Julie dug her feet into the edge, and leapt. For a moment she was free, flying through the air, ignoring the laws of gravity and seeming as if she would hang in flight forever. Then she began to fall. Julie stretched out her hands, her fingers digging into the cement as she clutched onto the ledge. Her feet dangled helplessly, and so began the second part of the operation.
Her feet swung back and forth, rocking from one direction to the next. As she reached her vertex, Julie aimed her feet outward, and released her grip. She landed on an old air-condition unit that found itself attached to the outer-wall, and Julie felt another burst of adrenaline shock her systems as the machine buckled under her weight.
Breath exited Julie's lungs as she waited in perfect stillness, half-expecting the machine to break apart and send her tumbling down to the ground. But it held up, and Julie allowed herself a moment to breathe. Only one moment.
The rooftop was lower down at this point, and Julie only had to leap up in the air, catch herself on the ledge with her elbows, and pull herself up. She rolled over the ledge, landing on the rocky floor below with a crash, scraping up her palms, but paying no mind to it. She made it.
Julie hustled over to the other side of the roof, hopping over the small ledges as she went to check in on her friends. She wasn't particularly surprised to see all of them still waiting around in the same spot she had left them in.
"Oh, you're alive," Steel called out, waving to her from down below. "Cool."
Julie brushed back the hair that constantly fought to block out her deep brown doe-eyes. "Never felt more alive, sweetheart," she teased, lifting her arms in the air as the wind rushed against her baggy clothes, flapping fabric and hair in all directions.
If she noticed the way Steel blushed and quieted at her words, she showed no signs of it. Lucy pushed her way through the two older boys, the younger girl marching her way across the narrow ledge without a shadow of worry.
While Willougby and Steel were always a welcome part of her crew (they were, after all, two of the only people in the entire district who seemed capable of keeping up, and putting up, with her), Lucy was the only person Julie wouldn't hesitate to call 'friend.' The girl was her protégé, sharing all the traits with her that everyone else wrote off as crazy, silly, stupid, and immature.
Julie bent over the ledge and reached out with her hand. Lucy didn't even blink as she leapt into the air, barely grappling onto Julie's wrist as she hung on for her life. It took all of her strength, but Julie was able to lug the girl up, the two tangling together as they collapsed onto the rocky rooftop floor.
Steel called out to ask if they were okay, and heard only loud cackling in return. He let out a sigh, and turned to Willoughby, who just shrugged in exasperation.
"Yeah, I'm not doing that," Willoughby said.
Julie poked her head up above the ledge, brushing back the dirty blonde hair out of her dirt-covered face. She wore a cheeky grin, her shoulders peeking above the ledge as she shrugged. "There's a ladder up on the other side," she said. Her smile widened at the way that Willoughby squirmed at the words, while Steel hardly looked surprised.
"Be up in a few minutes," he murmured tiredly, hopping down from the ledge and making his way back to the ground. Willoughby grumbled to himself as he followed, and Julie found herself back on the ground laughing just as Lucy collected herself enough to climb to her feet.
"So, no ladder, right?" Lucy asked.
Julie wiped a tear from her eye, her laughter slowly cutting off as she hopped up off of the floor. "Why would there be a ladder up to the top of some abandoned rooftop, in the middle of a sector that nobody has lived in for, like, twenty-five years?"
"You're diabolical, you know that?" Lucy chuckled, leading the way as she marched ahead.
"I don't know what that means, so I'll take it as a compliment."
"You're cute when you pretend to be stupid," the younger girl said with an eye-roll.
Julie stopped walking for a moment, tilting her head as she stared blankly ahead. "I wasn't—" she stopped herself, pausing for a moment before she shook her head, and hurried to catch up with her friend.
The two made it to the edge of the school's rooftop at the same time, both of them lifting their heads above the final ledge together. The sight was almost enough to cause Julie to lose her grip, and drop back down the few inches to the ground. She held on just tight enough to pull herself the rest of the way up, barely watching her steps as she walked towards the view that was now fully in front of her.
Lucy stuck out her hand in front of Julie, rocks getting kicked as her feet skidded to a stop, the pebbles tumbling off the roof and down a hundred or so feet to the scorched, broken up earth below it. The remnants of the past rebellion left the sector in total destruction, the school barely standing as the rest of the world around it seemed to get reclaimed into the earth. Where it stood, they hung far above the rest of the district, settled near the very edge so that the whole of District Three was in front of them. Julie's toes wiggled in the free, open air just past the ledge.
The two girls sat down. In all directions the massive city stretched onwards, towering skyscrapers and maze-like housing districts all blending together into a mass of metal and rust. Even the newly renovated University Sector, filled with shiny new buildings and fresh, unpolluted air, still looked the same. Just a few silver dots in the middle of a smoggy playground, walled in just like the rest of the district. Even from up high the walls were towering. They were remnants from long ago, even before the Dark Days themselves, older than Panem some said. They boxed in the District, but from this single, tall vantage point, Julie could see beyond them.
Beyond the distant, dull grey walls that kept her caged in this world, was a whole new world beyond it. Luscious, dense green forests to her left were filled with trees that towered just as tall as the skyscrapers, their canopies blocking off what laid within it. Ahead of her she could see a barren desert, sandy hills rising into the air on the horizon. To her right was ocean, clear, blue water, unlike the murky ponds and creeks that sat in the gardens and parks of her sector, water that stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. Behind her the fourth side of the wall blocked off her view, and her mind ran wild imagining what other, unknown world lied beyond it.
"I never realized how big it was," Lucy said breathlessly, breaking the awe-filled silence.
Julie's eyes were wide as they traced along the landscapes beyond the district, past what Lucy saw. "What do you think is out there?" She asked, her body tipping forward, stretching out to be nearer the world that seemed so close from up above.
Lucy broke out of her trance, looking over to her friend with an oblivious look. "We already know that. Wild animals and toxic wasteland. You'd be torn to shreds out there in a few hours flat."
"Maybe," Julie said, but she didn't believe it. "But it'd be worth it, still, wouldn't it?"
Lucy snorted. "Uh, no? It's just some trees and sand and water, we have all of that here. Read a book if you really want a bit more."
"It's not about the stuff," Julie said through a sigh. "It's about, well, when was the last time you think someone walked in those woods? Or sailed in that water? It would have to be before the Dark Days, and back then this must've been a totally different place." Julie finally was able to peel her eyes from the landscape ahead of her, the images seeming to imprint on her eyes as they shimmered with future promises. "Nobody has ever seen it for themselves."
"Well, whenever you wanna try to hop the wall and go bouncing around in the woods let me know, but I'll have to pass on that." Lucy stood up, having seen enough to warrant the trip up. For her it always was more about the journey than the destination anyhow. "You coming?"
Julie stole one more view of the three worlds that she saw before her. "Yeah," she said. "I'm coming."
Ty Bale, 16
One Day Ago
Everything was perfectly in place. His clothes were without wrinkle, every piece of hair placed in its exactly planned spot, nails trimmed neatly, face cleanly shaven, any blemishes stricken from his shimmering skin under the cover of a light layer of make-up. He stared at himself in the mirror, double, triple, and quadruple checking every aspect of his person. It all needed to be flawless. It always needed to be flawless.
As he checked himself over, he wasn't sure whether he had reached that level, but he had no more time to fix anything. His day was just beginning, one more day on his path to fame. Every aspect of the day was planned out in his mind, down to the moment. He had finished with his morning routine, and now he had to go to his first gig for the day, a small family restaurant nearby.
He was glad there was no time to check in on his family before he left. Ike was at university anyways, and with how early Ty had risen his parents were most likely still asleep. He left their average home just as the sun was rising high enough to allow the light to peak above the walls. From there it was a short walk to the restaurant. He spotted Flint leaving just as he was entering.
"T-Bale!" The short, stocky boy shouted out. The two nonchalantly exchanged a complicated handshake while Ty looked over his friend. He was wearing a grey t-shirt with a red and black checkered over-shirt, and some dark blue jeans. Not up to par with Ty's standards, but decent enough that it wouldn't require a change.
"What's up, Flint," Ty said, though he tuned out any response immediately. He didn't have time to stick around and chat. This was his first gig at this particular restaurant, and Ty needed to make sure they saw him for who he was. It might all be nothing, but he had heard rumors that Capitol filmmakers would shoot here sometimes, and if that were true Ty needed to be there the next time they came around. All he needed was a chance, from there the rest of it was all easy money.
Flint finished talking, and Ty cracked a quick joke before the two parted ways. He didn't get the last word, though, Flint calling back to him just before Ty walked through the front doors.
"I gotta go to the school for a meeting with Principal Stine, see you later if you're hanging 'round the gym."
"Yeah, I'll see you there," Ty called back lamely, keeping up a confident smirk up until he was sure Flint wasn't looking back any more. He pressed his arm up against the door, giving himself a moment to recollect his thoughts before walking in
The withdrawal forms were on the Principal Stine's desk. Ty stood across from the seated man, who was looking between the forms and the student with visible confusion.
"I'm sixteen, so I don't need parent permission," Ty explained. "I can withdraw for any reason."
"I'm aware," the principal replied slowly. He picked up the papers, flipping through them. "I just wouldn't have expected it from you, Mr. Bale."
"There's no point wasting my time here anymore. I got bigger places to be." Ty shoved his hands into his pockets, waiting for the affirmation that he could leave this room and school, and move on with his life.
"And these bigger places?"
Ty shrugged. "Movies, music, performing, I don't know. I'm not gonna make it if I spend the rest of my life sitting in a classroom learning about numbers and books and dead people."
"That's a shame," the principal said, setting down the papers. "You've been a great student."
"There's plenty of great students, I'm better than that." Ty said, with an air of confidence
Principal Stine paused for a moment, looking Ty in the eyes as the boy squirmed under the scrutiny. Finally, he sighed, talking off his glasses and setting them on the table. "I know that your brother—"
"My brother doesn't matter!" Ty interjected. He held up his hands as he let in a deep breath, putting the cool, calm demeanor back over himself. "Thanks for everything Mr. Stine, but I've got bigger places to be."
"Of course," he said in a shallow voice as he lightly nodded his head. "I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors."
Ty let out his breath, pushing everything aside as he stepped into the restaurant. The place was bustling with life. With the Reapings tomorrow, most kids didn't bother with school and opted to skip instead. After all, why spend your last day alive sitting in desks? Ty didn't apply that logic to his work. If he took a day off, or skipped a gig, then he could miss something. That single job could have been the one that propelled him to stardom, and he wouldn't miss that for anything.
It didn't take long for him to find the owner who had booked him. The old man quickly explained what he wanted Ty to do, and it was all simple enough. Go around the room and provide entertainment, particularly to the groups of young children and families that were nervous about the upcoming Reaping.
He did his job, and found himself falling into a comfortable rhythm as he did so. For all his worries, there was something so simple and calming about his work that brought the whispers in his head to silence. His hands had gotten enough practice to move by themselves as they tied the balloons into all sorts of different requested shapes. Most of the kids asked for some sort of exotic animal that they had only seen on television from old Games reruns, and Ty obliged, cracking jokes in order to shine more praise on himself.
The day went without misstep, and Ty earned himself a decent amount of tips, but found much more sustenance from the numerous compliments he had gotten. He knew this had to be proof he was capable of more. If he could make so many people laugh, and get so much attention, just by making some balloon animals in a restaurant, then there was no telling what he could do with a larger platform. He just had to find himself in the right place at the right time. He knew that if he could just be given one chance, that he would shine.
"Hey, balloon boy!" A girl shouted out towards him just as he finished handing a balloon lion to a young boy.
Ty forced himself to keep up a smile as he turned to the group of kids a couple years younger than himself. "Name's Ty. Ty Bale," he said casually.
"Right," the girl said. "Ty, anyways—"
"Wait," another girl chirped in, with pink hair and a black hand splint covering one of her palms. She held a finger up to him, a smile across her lips as she seemed to come to some sort of realization. "T-Bale, right?" She asked, and a burst of gratification came over Ty at being recognized by someone he didn't even know. "I remember you, you were the lead for the school musical last year!"
Ty's smile widened at the mention of the musical.
The stage was still set. A few bouquets of flowers were littered over the floor, and only one of the stage lights still shone, leaving most of the stage dark. Ty sat cross-legged in that small circular beam of light, a smile still on his face as he stared at the now empty seats. That smile hadn't fallen from his face yet, and he didn't want it to ever. His moment in the spotlight was coming to a close, but he wasn't ready to give it up.
He knew that he was destined to be famous, to be adored by cheering crowds. The feeling he got when he was given the lead role in the school musical was unlike anything else he had ever felt. It made all the struggle and hard work worth it all. His being chosen was proof to him, evidence that he belonged on this stage. Standing alone, the light on him, hundreds of eyes watching him, listening to every note that he belted out, being brought to tears and laughter by him and what he could do, it was unlike anything else. It made him sure of what he had to do. How could he go back to the everyday life of school after this? He had gotten that small taste of stardom, and he refused to let go of it.
This was what he was destined to do. Not everybody could be special, but he was. Ty Bale would be a name nobody would forget. If he was just another student, another citizen, another worker, what would he be worth? He had to be something more.
He soaked in the light of the stage, remembered the applause echoing throughout the room, and kept it all inside of him as a reminder. This was what he could do, this is who he was. He was a star, and anyone who doubted him would regret it when they saw him soar.
"You were good, man," the girl said, snapping Ty back to the present. "What happened to you. How'd you end up here?"
All the positive energy he had gained from the compliments were sapped from him. "Gotta start somewhere," he said, forcing himself to smile as his hands absently began to create a giraffe out of habit. "Just you wait, you'll be seeing more of me."
"Yeah," one of the boys at the table said, "but like, isn't starring in a musical a step up from making balloon animals for kids?"
"Fame isn't a straight climb," he said, laughing slightly as he attempted to keep up his nonchalant demeanor. Making the balloon animal was doing nothing to calm his nerves.
"Yeah," the other boy joined in, "but how is this helping you climb? I don't think there's many famous balloon animal makers out there—"
"I'm just waiting," he blurted out, losing his coolness as he did so. A balloon popped in his clenched hands, causing silence to fall over the room for a moment as everyone looked towards the source of the noise. He took a moment to recollect himself as the group looked at him oddly, conversation quickly returning to the room. "I'll get my chance. I'm just being patient."
The girl with the pink hair was the first one to speak up, doing so in a quiet voice. "Hey, like I said man, you were great. I hope you make it."
"I will," he said quickly, then shortly after added, "thanks." He was saved from any further conversation or awkwardness by the owner calling him over.
He walked up to the man with a cool smile, while his insides turned over with anxious worries that he wasn't able to quiet. How did the man think he did? He did everything right, he had to of. He was quick, not spending too much time at any one table, but he was still entertaining. His balloon animals were great, and all of his jokes were laughed at. He did good enough, the man had to have seen that.
The man didn't offer any sort of reprieve from Ty's worries. He merely thanked Ty, handed him his wage for the day's work, and checked to make sure Ty was still coming in for tomorrow as was agreed before. When Ty affirmed that, the man went away, back into the kitchen, leaving Ty without any sort of feedback.
That bothered Ty more than he'd like to admit, but he didn't allow himself to show it. He wasn't really too focused on the man anyways. He asked him back for tomorrow, right? That had to mean that he was satisfied, and he'd give him more praise after his agreed upon shift was finished. He just had to be patient.
It was those kids' words that still hung with him. He shouldn't even care about them, they were just some stupid kids skipping school and spending the day hanging at some lame family restaurant. But those words echoed in Ty's mind, those doubts ringing close to others. He found his feet halting in place as he reached the door.
They were done celebrating. Ike had been the center of attention for the past few hours, their parents doting on him and his girlfriend Layla, and not paying a single mind to their other son. Everything that Ike did was perfect, after all. He had the girlfriend they loved, was always the social, outgoing one that made friends so easily, and now he had made it into university. Ty could never be enough next to that.
His parents came to his room shortly after he heard Ike and Layla leaving, the two not even bothering to ask before coming in. There were no pretensions of this being anything other than a chance to attack him on not being enough.
"Why can't you find it in you to be happy for your brother and his accomplishments?" His dad demanded, the two marching into the room while Ty sat up on his bed.
"He's got plenty of that already," Ty murmured. "He's all you care about anymore."
"I've had enough of all of this feeling sorry for yourself, Ty. You cannot just cut yourself off from your friends, and lock yourself up in your room all day with absolutely no purpose, and expect praise for it."
"I can't just—" Ty didn't get the chance to speak for himself.
"Can't go out? Because the outside world isn't clean enough for you?" His dad demanded. His mom looked uncomfortable, but didn't jump to Ty's defense, remaining silent. "Not planned out to the minute, with every germ scraped clean of every surface? You can't keep hiding from the real world forever."
"I'm—" he was cut short again.
"You need to find some sort of purpose," his dad said. "I don't care what it is. It can be university like your brother, it can be a job, or something artistic, I really don't care. But you need to do something. You can't just exist."
His dad shook his head and left the room before Ty was able to respond. His mom waited a moment longer, looking at her son sadly, before joining her husband, leaving Ty all alone in his room.
Ty paused. He allowed himself a moment at the doorway, recollected his thoughts, calmed his breathing, and stretched out his arms. Then, he pushed everything aside, and walked out the door.
Julie Novum, 14
10 Months ago
Her face still stung. Her cheek was still pinched a dull sort of red, and she rubbed away at it, as if she could scrub the color off. All she did was make it turn deeper. That seemed like a good metaphor for her life at the moment. No matter how hard she tried to make things better, return to some sort of normalcy, it just made it all worse.
It wasn't like she had known Malcolm that well. He was a boy in her class that was kind of a dork, and clearly crushed on her, and that she clearly didn't crush on in return. She hardly knew him, and would hardly even call him a friend. But still, she knew him. She talked to him sometimes, they'd work together in class. And then one day his desk was empty, and it was never filled again. He died in a cold, dark arena, screaming for his life while his insides were torn out of him.
Laelia rejecting her shouldn't have mattered compared to that. She felt guilty to admit to herself that it hurt even more. She had only known Laelia for just a few months, but every time that she was with her there was a feeling in her gut that made her feel sick just being next to her. Even a smile would make her feel like she needed to double over. It was gross, and she hated it, and she was terrified what would happen if her parents found out. But she asked anyways, the hardest thing she had ever done. Even falling from rooftops couldn't compare. And she said no. Not an easy letdown either. She decided not to think about it.
She passed by a cracked mirror, caked in a thick layer of dust as it lay in the street, propped up against a battered storefront. Julie took a moment to stop, wiping the dust off with her shirt, enough of a clear image to make herself out. She hardly recognized the girl that stared back at her.
Surrounded by the ruins of a sector that had long ago been burnt, Julie stood. Her hair was chopped down to just her shoulders, bleached and dyed a bright pink. Lucy had encouraged the idea and provided the means, saying that it would 'get her back in her groove.' It didn't make her feel any different, and when she got home it earned her a verbal assault from her parents, and when she tried to defend herself, a slap across the cheek from her father.
She rubbed at the mark again, pushing over the mirror to avoid having to watch as tears began to stream down her dirt-stained cheeks. She couldn't help but cry, and didn't bother trying to stop herself. The world felt like dirt, and her skin crawled, and so why should she pretend everything is okay? The sound of her sobs echoed through the street as she continued to walk down it. This was her happy place, somewhere for her to escape and be free. Nobody could tell her who she could or couldn't be. There were no cages, no boxes, no limitations or expectations. Whenever she would climb the buildings, and look out at the rest of the district, and see what was beyond it, those were the only times she ever felt like herself. Free.
But just seeing some distant landscape couldn't free her from what she felt right now. Nobody else was boxing her in, it was only her. The words from Laelia and her father had cut her deep, and those insults still rang around in her ears. She was completely alone. She could scream at the top of her lungs, and not a single soul would hear her. And she still felt trapped.
Julie didn't notice that she had walked to the wall until she was upon it. She looked up, and saw it stretch up, seemingly forever, like the sky itself was cut in half. The bottom half was a completely flat mass of dusty concrete, only a few dents and chipped away chunks marking any damage in it. But further up was something else. Metallic walkways stretched across, all the way to the top of the wall itself. It was meant for Peacekeepers who were on watch duty, like they were at every other part of the wall in the district. But while the people had abandoned this sector, the walkways were left. And up there, she figured, had to be a way down, on the outside of the wall, out into whatever waited on that side of the world that she had never managed to sneak a look at.
She saw a building nearby, its rooftop lifting up to just below where the lowest of the walkways hung, barely hanging on, only a few metallic bars keeping it suspended in the air from where it dropped at a nearly perfect vertical angle. The building was separated by about ten feet from where the walkway hung.
There wasn't really any thought about it. Her body seemed to move by its own will, her feet stomping against the ground as she turned her walk into a jog into the building. She ran up the steps as far as they would take her, and when they became blocked off by debris, stepped out the broken window and shimmied across the thin ledge as she hugged the outside wall. She found a ladder that brought her up another story, and was able to step back inside to climb up another story before being forced outside again.
This time there was no ledge to push herself against, or ladder to give her an easy way up. The window let her out into an empty, unmarked wall, save for a single air conditioning unit that hung dangerously loosely just above the window. From there she would be able to climb to the next story, where a ladder could take her most of the way to the roof. This was the final hard step before she could make it to the rooftop.
Julie looked down, and felt her chest tighten as the world seemed to shrink from up so high. She was four stories up, too high for even Lucy to ever risk, Lucy, who had broken just about every bone in existence from her many falls. If she stopped to think about what she was doing, weigh her options and think about what she was doing, she would stop herself. So she didn't think.
Her toes pushed down as she propelled herself up, her hands gripping the sides of the metal unit. That momentary bliss rushed through her, where nothing in the world was weighing her down, or keeping her up. It was only her, no cages, just open air and the wind rushing past her ear and blowing her hair into her face.
Julie's fingers curled against the piece of metal, finding too late her fingers slipping against the slick surface. Just as soon as she had leapt upwards, she found herself curving in the other direction. There wasn't enough time for even a single thought to enter Julie's mind as she hurdled toward the ground.
Her arm took the brunt of the impact, the cracking sound was unmistakable even through the general smacking sound of body on concrete. Julie's breath left her body, her eyes widening as her mouth gaped open. She was barely conscious enough to roll herself off of her side and onto her back, her arm screaming with an intense pain that left her powerless to let in a breath, or let it escape as a scream.
Blurriness filled her vision as tears pooled around her eyes, and even as the shocking pain persisted in her arm, she found enough in her to let a pained scream escape. That was all she could manage, though, and soon after she found herself collapsing back onto herself.
There was no room for deeper thoughts than the forefront one in her mind of the searing pain that enveloped her entire arm. She dared to steal a look at her arm, and was barely able to keep in her lunch when she did.
The unmistakable white of bone poked through the skin of her arm. Somehow the pain seemed to double. A crushing, overwhelming worry burst through her mind. Her entire body was sapped of energy. She couldn't lift a finger, much less her legs. The sky was unmistakably darkening, and she was in the middle of a neighborhood that nobody would stumble upon her in.
What if this was it? The thought seemed to echo within her mind. Just like Malcolm, she would be nothing but a soon forgotten memory of others, something that passes into a secondary source of pain within days, and to complete nonexistence not long after. The wall loomed over her, casting a shadow over her body and darkening the already dim night. As the night continued, and any rational thought or optimism gave way to hopelessness, she found herself staring at that wall, sure it would be the last thing she would see.
It didn't matter, she supposed, but she couldn't help but hope that whatever laid behind it was worth it.
A/N: And there we have our D3 duo! Hope you liked these two! They were both really fun characters to play around with, and I have lots planned for both of them in the Capitol.
Trivia(1 point): What are the three landscapes that Julie saw outside of the D3 walls?
Trivia(1 point): T-Bale approaches you and says he'll make you one balloon animal. Which animal do you choose?
See you all next week with the D5 intros!