WICKED GAMES

already choking on my pride

[ariistide]

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[ariistide]

CRESSIDA.

a finely sculpted eyebrow raises, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “overdone? please, as if you aren’t a walking stereotype,” she rolls her eyes. “and anyway, i think we both know how to kill anyone with any chosen weapon.” she keeps her eyes trained on his, staring him down for a beat before looking away with an almost smug smile on her face. she might not like him, but she knows he’ll be a crowd favorite. the careers almost always are and as long as they play their roles, they’ll be fine.

“so what’re you shooting for? victor, most memorable?” she asks, leaning across the table towards him. “i bet you’re one of those guys that want to go out with a bang, right?” she remembers countless other trainees who wanted that, hell, she remembers her sister wanting that before she was killed in a training duel. all cressida wants is to win, it’s her one and only goal.

A chuckle manages to escape. Its somewhere between genuine and product of annoyance, and he’s not certain where on that scale it goes. If she’s not of use, then she’s certainly going to be entertainment. Though, more likely than not, not on her own accord. Despite the stereotype she insists he ( and he is ), Cress doesn’t seem to have him down just yet. It’s a fact that could be used to his advantage, if he was smart enough to utilise it. Instead, the boy stays short-sighted and talkative – major flaws which are sure to be his end if not rewired before the games begin.

“ – – Going out with a bang’s for people who can’t win. “ The boy states with a re-found gravity; large frame leaning forward, elbows on table. “ You think I can’t? ” An inquiry is asked with the raise of one defied brow and eyes locked with the brunette’s. He could, and he would. It was just a matter of time, though, until his ego tripled in size by the Capitol’s praises and scores higher than most tributes could dream of. And when that happened, Ari was certain to be even more arrogant than he was now. A third flaw to be exploited. 

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Theo Raeken in every scene (6/?): Season 5 Episode 2 

I can’t help but love you, Even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you, I know that I’d die without you.

[ariistide]

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[ariistide]

ZEEK.

zeek had spent enough time on his own floor. he enjoyed the luxuries–the bed, the mood, the television that broadcasted things besides just the Games. but, he couldn’t lose himself in his enjoyment, his worries always sitting in the back of his head. and each second spent on things that didn’t matter only added to them, like each second not focused on the Games was a wasted one. so, he decided to wander around, see what else there was to find, and think about any future plan. him and rikon had talked in detail already, formulating a plan for him. something that would work out for him, so he could make it back home. still, he thought about it more, thinking through every single detail over and over, to try and find any flaws. eventually, he found himself on the roof, basking in the sun as he looked over a city nicer than any place in district eight. it truly took his breath away, but also made him homesick. his mom would love this place, and it’s ridculous fashion. she was a seamtress, back home, and always loved the ridculous outfits of the chariots, for whatever reason. it was the only thing she would watch with him, when it came to the Games. thoughts of home pushed any other thoughts from his mind, though he still noticed the ding of the elevator and the footsteps that walked out, though he couldn’t find himself to care. he didn’t want to make any friends, not right now, not ever while he was here. zeek would make no friends that he had kill in just a couple of weeks. 

He isn’t lost. More along the lines of bored and wandering. He’d find his way back eventually, though, as of right now, it wasn’t his main concern. Aristide was studying his surroundings, and he wasn’t having the worst time doing so. After the first few days past the reaping, God knew he could use the ALONE TIME. With blue grapes in hand, ones found in a fruit basked back in the apartment, he walks the halls of the Training Centre. He should’ve been quicker with their consumption, a fact noted as traces are found on pink skin; faint moisture of lilac seeping into the creases of his palm. Ari knew better than to wipe himself clean on the Capitol assigned outfits, and thus; resorted to simply sucking off the remains of his afternoon snack. 

Somewhere between leaving his room and getting distracted by the delicacy offered, Aristide managed to go up a floor more than intended. He was considering turning back, mostly to get something else to eat – or even more of the newly discovered fruit – when he realised just where he’d ended up. A halt in his steps with the sight of another, and maybe he wasn’t so eager to leave, after all. “ Well, well, well… ” The older begins, approaching the other tribute with little caution. He was a scrawny pre-teen, nothing to fear; nothing to pay much attention to. Though, Ari always did enjoy scoping out the so-called competition, and psyching them out even more so. “ If it isn’t DISTRICT EIGHT! ” He speaks it with triumph; an excitement that previously didn’t occupy a larger frame. Hand now, absentmindedly, wiping off saliva onto black trousers. “ You’re not thinking about JUMPING, are you? ”

[ariistide]

hello ! do you like the hunger games ? do you, kinda, want your character to, maybe, die, sometimes ? do you want a new roleplay to join ? one that’s welcoming ? one that makes you want to leave after five minutes because the memes are too ridiculous ? WELL – boy – do i have a roleplay for you. please give us some more tributes for ari to murder (▰˘◡˘▰) !  jk, he’s going to die ten minutes in as according to the hunger games simulator <:( 

[thorodinson]

[ariistide]

ZENAIDA.

An eyebrow is raised in immediate response, but she takes a moment — a long one — for her to verbalise. Even if the boy in front of her is more complex than meets the eye, she feels like she already UNDERSTANDS the way he works. The girl too; she was like a small dog: her anger had to make up for her size, her appearance. Aristide knew he looked more intimidating, and it had morphed into confidence — confidence not misplaced, even if she wanted to smack it out of him for the smirk on his face. This was serious, winning was important. Focus was important.  ❛ She’s an asset to you, ❜ she reminds him before she looks towards the cake, taking a swipe of the icing off the side of the larger portion still in the pan, popping the sugary treat into her mouth before speaking again. ❛ For now. I’d watch your attitude with her. They love winners, but before you’re in there, they love teams. She’s your teammate. ❜ Another beat. Her advice to the girl had been different, but then & again, they were different people. It got them to the same destination: allowing ( or forcing ) trust until trust was too dangerous — or at least, gave them the same map. Only one’d make it: it was going to be one of them, she was certain. It had to be.  ❛ Nevertheless, keep your eye on her in training. She’s got fire in her. Find the best way to kill her. And before you all turn on one another: utilize it. ❜

Aristide doesn’t care for the team spirit and it’s clear in the way he carries himself. There’s no I in TEAM –– but there is a ME. It’s a response shot back far too often, and his mentor should count herself lucky she very narrowly escaped it. AN ASSET. From what he’d seen, she wasn’t worth much. Her best shot would be at the interviews, and if she – quite miraculously – had mastered a combat skill without the need for actual muscle. The latter, he doubted. The former, he wasn’t in need of. He was capable, himself, of charming an audience. Especially those of the capitol. Not that the ones in the districts really mattered. But he’d get to them, as well. Just for the sake of infamy in the rest of Panem. 

That’s how they viewed the games he’d learned. Like some punishment brought upon them, rather than opportunity. They were simple-minded, he’d leave it at that. Aristide knew she was right, though. In the beginning; throughout the interviews and the games, they were aids for one another. Tools to gain sponsors, to get past the cornucopia unscathed – to eventually, eliminate all others before taking out each other. For now, he’d play nice. For now, a smile would be plastered onto youthful features as he finished capitol deserts within a minute flat. Half of the cake was gone by the time she’d finished speaking, and once it was his turn to drive the conversation, the cutlery met porcelain with a clink. 

“ ‘was only half-kidding. ” The boy announces, forearms on the table supporting a large frame. “ What you want, boss, ya want me to declare the girl my b-f-f… Want us to braid each other’s hair, sweet talk each other ‘front of the capitol? ” It’s a comedic monologue delivered, though a hint of sincerity stays in his tone. TEAM. Yeah, right. He’d act for the cameras if he had to, there was just the question of extent. “ I got it. Don’t worry. S’not like I came unprepared. ”

[ariistide]

CRESSIDA.

she resists the urge to bring her eyes upwards. she can’t wait until she can rid herself of him, but she knows that she doesn’t have any choice but to stick with him for the time being. a sweet smile appears on her face as she laughs delicately. “other things? ari, if you don’t know the basics of how the human body works, how do you expect to kill anyone?” she asks the question like she’s dumb. the careers all know how to kill people, it’s what they’re trained for. 

her head shakes, hair falling into her eyes as she turns her gaze to the speeding landscape out her window. it’s a view she’s used to by now. her parents were ranking peacekeepers, she’s spent her fair share in the capitol. she used to love the train rides, but now she almost feels like she’s dreading it. almost. as the pleasure and adrenaline fade, panic slowly starts to seep in, but she can’t show it. she can’t show that she has any negative emotions unless she wants it to be used against her. “most people don’t expect much out of me,” she shrugs. “i expected nothing less from you.”

Maybe if their endgame had been harder to reach; if the games were dragged out into months, he’d have more use for the internal systematics of the human body. But they didn’t and he didn’t. All he’d been taught, all he’d cared to learn, is which spots to hit and how to hit them. He knew where each major blood vessel was, he knew how to cut someone with such depth and length patching oneself up would be an impossibility and he knew how to incapacitate people with his body alone. Between then and there, metabolism wasn’t in use. Hell, at his age, you hardly had to watch what you ate. He was at peak performance and he was beyond aware of the fact. 

Though, he engages in the question, regardless. “ With a knife. Sword. Bare fists if I have to. ” He, conveniently, leaves out his weapon of choice. She’d find out eventually, though, for now, he chose the path of half-truths. Or avoidance of it, being more accurate. He leans back into his seat, toned arms crossing over his chest and eyes attentive to the movements of the younger. At least, he suspected she was. “ S’that your tactic? Pretty overdone, if you ask me. ”

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CHARACTER FLAWS MEME.

[ariistide]

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[ariistide]

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[ariistide]

ZENAIDA.

The Games were like a drug to her. Certainly, not as much the formalities of the introductions, but the training, the advising, the moment her eyes fixated on the fights. Knowing her tributes would make it out of the bloodbath, commit the first murders of the games removed any anxiety from the situation — not that she had any anyway. Her tributes were smart. Her tributes were strong. She was confident. She snorts, half amused by his question, but her eyes and visage remain stony. They always do. ❛ Hardly the most ambitious of questions.  ❜ She said. Despite this, she moved forward, a slow-moving line for the table covered with plates hidden away by silver domes. She glanced backwards, an unspoken invitation — command, really — for the new volunteer to follow. ❛ You’ll have to kill her too, you know.  ❜ She doesn’t specify that he’ll have to to win; she never has to. They’re careers. ❛ You might as well ask the hard stuff now.  ❜ She lifted the top off of one of the smaller plates, exposing the frosting-heavy decadence of the desert below. ❛ Eat up. No shit food like this once training starts.  ❜ 

He follows suit. Hands in pockets of his best trousers and shoulders slouched; his posture had been better, though he feels himself relaxing in the comfort of the cart. Despite voluntary involvement in the reaping, tension had previously occupied a well-built frame. And only now, with the crowds and cameras shut off, he’s allowing a charade to be put to rest. For the time being. He sinks down in an empty seat, gaze set on the desert and forearms resting on a wooden table. 

“ Wasn’t planning on it, boss. ” It’s spoken with a cock of his head and a quirk of pink lips. If Aristide wasn’t prepared for the weeks to come by now, he wouldn’t have volunteered. And with preparation like his own, no questions were to be asked. Though, the boy chooses to amuse his mentor – allowing a thoughtful silence as he serves himself a piece of cake. “ Can I kill her now? ” Expression remains one of innocent provocation, and eyes shift towards the older; shovelling a piece of the desert into an open mouth. 

[ariistide]

CRESSIDA.

the pleasure runs through her veins, quickly replacing the adrenaline that had appeared during the reapings. she’s thrilled to be here, on her way to the capitol where she’ll get to do the one thing she was surely born to do. her district partner, however, makes her blood boil. she doesn’t know him that well, but most trainees knew at least of each other. her eyes narrow at his comments, knowing well enough that she looks weaker than she is. she’ll enjoy the surprise in her opponents’ eyes when she reveals her strength. she tilts her head questioningly at the boy. “they didn’t teach you how metabolism works?” she mocks, fingers drumming lightly on the wooden table.

They’re taught to survive; to eradicate the competition, to be the lone survivor. Yet partnership is vital. He won’t survive on his own in the beginning, he’s aware of as much. And even as it pains him to acknowledge it, working together is his ticket to the big leagues. Maybe he shouldn’t burn every bridge just yet. He had the games for that. It’s an after-thought he should’ve come face to face with sooner, though he deems it’s not too late. Aristide doesn’t shoot back a comment of similar calibre, instead he laughs; it’s shallow and it’s fabricated in its entirety, but it’s a laugh nonetheless. 

“ I had other things to worry about. ” He admits. Focus had always dwindled when the topic strayed from combat and physical durability, and really, truly, it was a miracle he’d ever gotten as far in school as he had. “ Just – wasn’t expecting this. ” More confession slip through, though they’re more calculated than one would imagine. At least to an extent. Aristide Hodson was manipulative and charming to a fault. But he was short-sighted; never thinking further ahead than hours, days, tops. Acting before thinking at every opportunity given. 

[ariistide]

@ravencvs / He’s been training his whole life. And without meaning to, an arrogant boy has kept tabs of the competition. Not that he considered the other as such. She was scrawny; effortlessly overpowered unless armed – an easy target despite being a career like himself. He watches her now, too. Without the supervision of mentor or escort, a silence has fallen over the mahogany table that separates them. Thick brows quirk as another once-over is given, and Ari decides to speak aloud. “ –– – They didn’t feed you back home? ” It’s half a commentary on the food on her plate, half one on bony limbs displayed. 

[ariistide]

@zenaidajudas​ / Adrenaline stays pumping in his blood; fast-paced pulse remaining from the reaping, and chest tight from last words spoken between mother and son. The train isn’t much unlike those he’d been on before, having visited the Capitol a handful of times – a wealthy boy growing used to a wealthy lifestyle. One he’d only really achieve, to the degree he wished, through the games that awaited him. Flopping down onto the couch in one of the many train-carts, eyes drift between the world outside and his new mentor. The other tribute, another volunteer, appears to have slipped out while he wasn’t paying attention. “ –– -  You got any of that Capitol chocolate cake on this thing? ” An odd ice-breaker, especially given the circumstances, though it beat silence. And it definitely beat a growling stomach.

[nervousnotion]

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