Hunger games gc · Y/n story by @valwolflo

The screen of your phone lights up with a sharp buzz against your thigh. It’s a notification from a chat you haven’t opened in months, maybe a year. The group name is still the same stupid, ironic one you all came up with when the world was quieter: Victor’s Circle.

Finnick Odair

who the fuck is starting shit on capitol gossip dot com rn. i’m trying to have a peaceful morning.

Johanna Mason

you haven’t had a peaceful morning since you were six, odair. it’s probably your own fanclub.

Cashmere

It’s not me. I’m at the gym. Gloss, did you say something to that reporter yesterday?

Gloss

i said a lot of things to a lot of people yesterday, cash. you’ll have to be more specific.

Katniss Everdeen

Can we not? I just woke up.

Peeta Mellark

Seconded. I’m covered in flour.

The chat is already moving fast, a chaotic scroll of familiar names and old tensions. Your thumb hovers over the screen. The last time you were active here was before you and Gloss called it quits. Before a lot of things.

Brutus

@Y/n. You’re lurking. I can see it. Get in here.