Ives Warren

Ives and Nathan

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:51:59 -0400

The news that his best friend, Nathan, was at the Games came as a total shock to Ives. At first Ives found himself to be relaxed and even a little relieved. His friend would be here to help him get his shit together. But the closer Ives got to his best friend’s cabin, the tighter the knot in his stomach would be. Even Ives knew that there was no way that he would be able to survive. His best friend was going to have to watch him die.

His footsteps sounded hollow to his ears as they slapped along the marble flooring. He didn’t even feel like he was in his own body by the time he got to the mahogany door. With his fist, he rapped on it’s frame, plastering a soft smile to his face. Let the Games begin.

The Interview;;

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 20:41:23 -0400

Ives sat modestly as he waited his turn. Amarantha was doing well, keeping calm and what-have-you. Despite this, Ives was itching to get onto the stage. His mum had told him time and time again that he had a face for the stage. He was determined to prove her right.

Once she’d exited the stage, the crowd all but roaring behind her, he rose form his seat and walked gracefully to the stage. Clove smiled the slightest of smiles at Ives as he walked by, which he returned with a friendly wink. Standing on the stage, he grinned as the crowd cried louder for him that they did for Amarantha. He waved to the crowd, smiling and winking. He even blew a few kisses.

When Caesar finally got him to sit down, a whole minute had gone by. Perfect. Ives thought to himself. Less time to talk about the uncomfortable stuff. Ives managed to make it through about a minute and a half of questions without giving to much away about himself. With only thirty seconds left, Ives felt as though he’d done it. He’d managed to get through without spilling his guts.

“Do you have a special friend?” Caesar said with a wriggle of his eyebrows. Immediately, Ives’ eyes found Clove’s. Damnit. “Is she in the crowd?” Caesar’s voice had gone up an octave, which made Ives nervos. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ives felt a sudden relief as he heard the timer go off. The crowd roared as he exited the stage quickly. He just wanted to be off that damn stage. Bitterly, Ives couldn’t help but think, Sorry mum. I just don’t have what it takes to be on a stage.

clove-d2: “There’s nothing we can do, I guess.” Clove shrugs, not really wanting to talk about it....

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 20:12:45 -0400

clove-d2:

“There’s nothing we can do, I guess.” Clove shrugs, not really wanting to talk about it. Being at the Capitol made her rethink everything differently. She knew that many of the thoughts that she was thinking could get her killed. Everything here can get you killed. The Games get you killed, obviously.

Ives frowned, but respected her space. “Was there something you wanted to talk about?” He knew how she was feeling. Most of them knew that they were going to die. At the beginning, all the Careers assumed that they would win, but when they finally got here, it was almost reverse.

katnisslives: Peetniss is getting so awkward and adorable. :) Wanna know why? Because Peeta can...

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 20:10:50 -0400

katnisslives:

Peetniss is getting so awkward and adorable. :)

Wanna know why? Because Peeta can “play” the ukulele. ;)

@ Ives

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 20:10:20 -0400

devisgames:

Devi ripped the ornaments from her hair and stomped out of the room where her stylists were trying to put her ginger hair up again. She heard someone yelling after her, but she ignored them, getting out as fast as possible. She didn’t want any of these things in her hair, she didn’t want to hear about dyes anymore, she didn’t want to be poked and prodded and pinched and plucked anymore. This was, so far, the worst part of the games. That and the lack of freedom these days. Not that she’d been exceptionally free in District 7, but it was worse here. So much worse.

She continued stomping until she found a patch of grass and sank onto it, missing simple contact with plants. She curled down to it, bent to smell the earth beneath her. Oh how she missed home.

Ives had just been wandering the halls when someone, a ginger for that matter, zipped passed him. What the… Ives rushed to follow the gingery ghost, only to see her run outside and collapse onto the grass. The sight was strange. No, it was stranger than strange. It was completely bizarre. Clearing his throat, he waited for her to look up at him.

When he did, he sent a quirky half smile her way. “I take it you miss… Grass?” Shaking his head, Ives laughed, “I’m kidding. Nice to meet you, by the way. I’m Ives. Ives Warren. District 4.”

clove-d2: Clove looks at Ives, trying to read his facial expressions. “They’re scared, that there...

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 11:40:00 -0400

clove-d2:

Clove looks at Ives, trying to read his facial expressions. “They’re scared, that there will be another rebellion. Like there was in district thirteen.” It was ironic really, that the Capitol was scared of everyone else. They were suppose to be the ones that everyone was scared of, not the other way around,

Ives nodded. “I don’t doubt that they’re afraid. Without us, they have nothing. They can’t function without us. That’s why I don’t understand why they murder us. One day, someone’s just going to snap and-” Ives punched one fist into his other hand. Grinning, he laughed, “I mean, come on. Don’t they realize that, after what happened to Thirteen, we don’t want another rebellion?”

clove-d2: Clove shrugs “Because they’re in charge. They don’t have to follow the same rules as us....

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 11:32:38 -0400

clove-d2:

Clove shrugs “Because they’re in charge. They don’t have to follow the same rules as us. They just get to live the life of luxury.” Clove knew this wasn’t fair, but she also knew that this is probably how it will always be. There are many things in Panem that simply didn’t make sense. Even so, everyone followed the rules, in fear of what would happen if they didn’t.

Ives frowned, “Well, that’s stupid.” He felt like a five year old, but he didn’t care. That was how he felt. “You’d think that they would relax after you know, 74 years.” He shook his head at his own though. He was praying that they’d change their minds, not that it would ever actually happen.

clove-d2: Clove nods. “I agree.” Clove says thinking of all the things that she may never get to...

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 11:20:58 -0400

clove-d2:

Clove nods. “I agree.” Clove says thinking of all the things that she may never get to do. “It’s almost not fair. When you think about it.” Clove wasn’t scared to say what was on her mind, knowing that there was nobody watching them up on the roof. She looks down at the roads of the Capitol, wishing more than anything that she would have been born here.

Ives thought about his family and frowned. “How come you think that the Capitol never has to give up two children?” His voice was small and meek, completely uncharacteristic of himself. “I mean, technically, it’s only fair.” He laced his fingers together in front of him. It was probably a silly question, but it was one that had always bothered him.

clove-d2: Clove let out a laugh “Of course it was obvious. That’s why people are scared of me.” she...

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 11:03:01 -0400

clove-d2:

Clove let out a laugh “Of course it was obvious. That’s why people are scared of me.” she says referring to the fact that she isn’t an average girl because she could probably kill nearly anyone in a matter of seconds. This isn’t a quality that can often be found in an average girl. Clove let out a sigh, “Do you ever think about how many ‘average’ things we’ve missed out on while preparing for the games?”

Ives had to think about it for a second. He was seventeen. Since District 4 was a Career District, they had enough money. He’d miss prom. Graduation. Marriage. Kids. Frowning, he nodded. “It’s a little-” Ives stopped himself. He wouldn’t be punished for what he said, but his parents, and his siblings might be. “We’ve missed a lot.”

clove-d2: Clove smirks as the boy fumbles over his words. After he finishes speaking, she shrugs....

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 10:55:18 -0400

clove-d2:

Clove smirks as the boy fumbles over his words. After he finishes speaking, she shrugs. “Well I guess I’m not your average girl.” she says simply. Clove knew that the reason she didn’t care all that much about being pretty was because she had always had so much more to think about. She’d spent so many hours training, and preparing that she hadn’t had time for such simple things.

Ives shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head, “I guess not. But then again, that was obvious.” It truly had been obvious the moment Ives had laid eyes on Clove. She wasn’t like the girls back at District 4. She was exotic. Different. It surprised him how much he truly did notice about Clove.

amaranthasummers: Attempt it again? Maybe she didn’t want to attempt it again. Amarantha ignored...

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 10:53:14 -0400

amaranthasummers:

Attempt it again? Maybe she didn’t want to attempt it again. Amarantha ignored her petty thoughts towards the boy and swept her foot along the floor, hoping to knock him off his feet. Unfortunately they seemed to be rooted to the ground, as though he had expected her to make this next move. Ives didn’t even budge a centimeter. She made an exasperated noise and put all of her energy into her hands as she pushed his chest as far back as she could, hoping to slam him into the wall.

She could practically hear her father’s voice in her ears telling her it was no good and she was useless. That she would no doubt die in the arena and it was all because Amarantha wasn’t trying hard enough.

Ives frowned as he held his ground. It wasn’t that Amarantha wasn’t strong, it was just that he was stronger. It was in his build, as well as in the things he did everyday. Ives had no clue what Amarantha did in her everyday life, but Ives had to life boxes and crates. It made him strong. In a low voice, Ives frowned, “I have an idea. You have to trust me.” Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. “I want you to kick me. Square across the chest.”

Waiting for her to do so, Ives looked as though he was ready to pounce. In slow motion, Amarantha’s foot collided with his muscular chest. At that same moment, Ives’ feet lifted from the ground. He felt his body fly backwards and hit the wall behind him. Smiling up at her, he shook his head, “Nice kick.” A few of the Gamemakers were looking at her, nodding in approval. Perfect. he thought with a shake of the head.

clove-d2: “It’s a good thing I don’t care about looking pretty.” Clove replies with a huff “because...

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 10:46:12 -0400

clove-d2:

“It’s a good thing I don’t care about looking pretty.” Clove replies with a huff “because I’m not going to.” she finishes. In reality, Clove did kind of want to look pretty, but not for the audience. For Cato. Things have been slightly weird between them lately, and she just wanted to get his attention.

Ives couldn’t help but laugh. Through his laughter, Ives attempted to speak, “You.. are the first… that I…” he couldn’t even get the words out. He’d never known a girl that didn’t want to look pretty. It was in a girl’s nature, or so Ives thought. Obviously he was wrong. As he regained control of himself, Ives cleared his throat. “I thought ever girl wanted to look pretty?”

clove-d2: Clove let out a displeased sound. “Ugh, no. My stylist has me wearing this frilly orange...

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 19:20:33 -0400

clove-d2:

Clove let out a displeased sound. “Ugh, no. My stylist has me wearing this frilly orange dress. I’m going to look like a pumpkin.” she replies annoyed. Not to mention it will make me look like a weak girl. Clove and her stylist had some very different opinions on what she should wear. Though she agreed to be a good girl and not fight with the stylist. It was becoming as hard task.

“I’m sure you’re going to look just fine. My stylist will probably dress me to match Amarantha.” Ives frowned. The female tribute from District 4 had this evil or dark feel to her, as if she was a little dead. Their stylists loved her. For the Parade, he had been in tight black clothes, just like Amarantha.

I hate writer's block. Seriously.

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 19:59:19 -0400

Fuuuuuck.

Clove's corner of the arena.: mysteryboyfromd4: Clove’s corner of the arena.: Once Bitten, Twice...

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 22:56:56 -0400

Clove's corner of the arena.: mysteryboyfromd4: Clove’s corner of the arena.: Once Bitten, Twice...:

mysteryboyfromd4:

Clove’s corner of the arena.: Once Bitten, Twice Shine || Ives&Clove

mysteryboyfromd4:

clove-d2:

Clove smirked, knowing it was time for her to show off. “Well, while looking over the previous games I came across a pattern. If I’m correct, and I’m pretty sure…

Ives felt as though he might have struck a nerve. The look on Clove’s face was well guarded, except her eyes. Instead of mentioning it, Ives ignored it. I can use that later. “It’s okay. I know the feeling. My dad was hoping I’d get Reaped soon.” Lie. “He was so happy.” A bigger lie. “He wanted me to do well.” A small truth in a larger lie. Ives felt himself argue with himself, something he’d never done before. Shrugging his shoulders, Ives smiled, “Are you ready for the interviews?”

Paige;;

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 22:19:40 -0400

Please ignore the random pure italic using. D:

Clove's corner of the arena.: Once Bitten, Twice Shine || Ives&Clove

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 22:13:42 -0400

Clove's corner of the arena.: Once Bitten, Twice Shine || Ives&Clove:

mysteryboyfromd4:

clove-d2:

Clove smirked, knowing it was time for her to show off. “Well, while looking over the previous games I came across a pattern. If I’m correct, and I’m pretty sure I am, it’s going to be some type of forest.” she says cockily. She then looks at Ives, waiting…

“I don’t think it’ll be that easy. The easier it looks, the harder it really is.” Ives thought to the video of the 50th Hunger Games. They had everything “provided” for them. The water in the streams, the fruit on the trees, even the flowers, they all killed tributes. Frowning, he began to see Clove as a little bit of a threat, but only slight. She was smart, but she was cocky. Cockiness will be here downfall. Ives decided. Not that I want to think about her death. Even though he was from a Career District, Ives didn’t truly like the thought of murdering other kids for the Capitol’s sick amusement. “I have to ask, are you surprised that no one volunteered to take your place?”

devisgames replied to your post: Ooc; Thought that said eating shit in your ipod. I was so...

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 22:07:40 -0400

devisgames replied to your post: Ooc;
Thought that said eating shit in your ipod. I was so confused.

God. I love you.

Ooc;

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 20:12:48 -0400

Editing shit in my iPod. Replies soon.

amaranthasummers: Amarantha wasn’t too sure how strong he was or how good his ability to perform...

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 19:51:30 -0400

amaranthasummers:

Amarantha wasn’t too sure how strong he was or how good his ability to perform was but she didn’t need to know everything about him to know that he could easily overpower her. Her body was small and slight whereas he was bulky and muscular. “Fine.” She snapped, her thoughts telling her she’d have to rely on strategy. Amarantha kept her eyes on his weapon then just as she began to slowly prowl towards him.

You can’t be serious. In an attempt to distract him she darted to his left side and gripped his wrist firmly, attempting to twist it around. She concentrated half on his wrist and half on his other hand which contained the sword and aimed to kick the weapon out of his hand but missed it by a centimeter or two.

Ives laughed quietly at her failed attempt, but only for a second. Quickly, he reacted and twirled his wrist in her own, reversing their earlier position. He was now in control. With a turn of the wrist, he flipped her over his back, though she still landed on her feet. Backing away slowly, he grinned. “Please, attempt it again.”

Ives wanted to be ready, seeing as that was how Ives assumed she would fight in the Arena. If it came down to it, they would have mastered each other’s weaknesses, and their battle would come down to pure skill. He would be victorious. He chuckled again, waiting for her to pounce.