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@bellenixon
I seriously neglect this blog now Annie's back up and running so well.
Harry Potter as a teen comedy…
Seriously, I will reblog everytime. Whoever did this, I have eternal love for you.
THIS IS THE MOST PERFECT THING EVER.
Alright people, I’m signing off for a couple of days. My boyfriend comes over soon until late tonight, I have to pack, and then tomorrow I move back to my uni city. I’ll try and be on for a short while tomorrow since after that I’m working long days (12.5 hour shifts with a 3 hour commute) Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, so any replies owed between now and then will not be addressed until Friday / next weekend. I’ll still be around on mobile occasionally to answer asks etc.
Abusive plots;
Please like/reblog if you’re fine with abusive, kidnapping, torturous, generally triggering plots. I need some people to para with so yeah. Thanks.
Everyone knew of Finnick Odair. Year after year new Victors were created, but no-one overtook Odair as favourite for more than a month. Interest wained on the others, but he remained... interesting. So when a party was held to honour the new Victor, it was easy enough to spot him in the crowd.
"Odair," she smirked as they were introduced. "Any tips for me?"
Character Information
Face claim: Kaya Scodelario
Name: Isabelle 'Belle' Yasmin Nixon (don't you dare use Isabelle though) Age: 16+ Gender: Female Nationality: Panemian Birthplace: District 2 Birthday: June 2nd Star Sign: Gemini Residence: District 2 Martial Status: Single Alignment: Neutral good. She might surprise us all yet
» L I K E S
Drink: Vodka. Straight. Seriosuly. Food: Cupcakes. Day or Night: Night Candy: Marshmallows
Quote: ”One more step and this arrow will be in your skull, pretty boy" Historical Character: None, it doesn't really interest her much Pet: Something relatively self sufficient Book: Wreck this journal / something romantic. Colour: Greys / blacks. Flower: Rose Sexuality: Straight
» L O O K S
Body type: Thin and athletic, toned rather than muscular, deceptively strong Eye colour: Those bluey-greeney-grey ones
Hair colour: Brunette
Body reference: Kaya Scodelario Beauty Scale: Pretty, and she enjoys being a little sexy
» T A G G I N G
anyone who hasn’t done this yet !!
( bellenixon )
❝ i DID try to bring her home with me. ❞
he hadn’t been quick enough to stop thresh; to save her — and he had been the one to take her word. but he’d really thought she could do it, that she could finish off the girl on fire and secure their win; but he’d been OH SO WRONG.
She refused to look at him, but no doubt he could feel the anger radiating from her, not even in waves, but a constant stream of anger verging on hatred. He tried - tried and failed. Her sister, the only remnants of family whom remained for Belle. Even worse, she was supposed to be resentful of her sister now - Clove had failed her district.
"But you failed, didn't you? You left her to die, Cato."
( & bellenixon )
He couldn’t help laughing. He wasn’t scared of the little Career. She wouldn’t really hurt him. And if she left some marks, it’d be nothing he hadn’t experienced before.
“Oh, I’m quaking, Little Girl.”
"I'm not a little girl," Belle retorted quickly, glaring in his direction. "And I'm not one of your stupid whores either."
Belle sighed, truly furious at whoever thought this could have been a good trick to play on her, glaring back at Finnick before softening ever so slightly. "Since you're here, I suppose you could help me."
He let another cruel laugh out. Finn was torn between attacking her at that moment. She did not truly understand the way the Capitol worked. You were just not a mentor, they made you do many things you did not wish to. He kept his cool though, just giving her that wild smile as he tilted his head.
“well, that’s just how it is. I get to be on my merry way with the women and it’s not as if I wish to do it or not. Great observation by you. I see why you won the Games in your year, darling.”
His response turned her from mocking to anger in under a second. No one questioned her intelligence or her abilities, especially not when it came to her victory. She had one fairly - as fair as a career ever wins - and she did it with style. Fuming, she closed the distance between herself and Finnick in one stride, curling his shirt into her fist tightly.
"Let me remind you of something, Finnick," Belle told him, making sure his name was punctuated with venom. "I won my Games by killing, just as you did. You're no better than me. You killed, I killed."
Lowering her voice, Belle then admitted to him something she'd never said to anyone before, and would never say again, if she didn't have to."It took as much out of you as it did out of me. It destroys you. But don't forget what I am capable of. I know you're capable of the same."
I need to update this blog and sort it out, would anyone like to plot whilst I do so? Or like for a starter :)
Victors could buy the whores if they wanted, but they rarely did. It was too awkward, and most of the time they preferred to ignore the treatment of the pretty survivors reduced to desirable fuck-toys, things that could be bought.
”Got anything ruthless planned for me, Nixon?”
( starter call & bellenixon )
Brutus and Enobaria would pay for this. She wasn't sure how, and she wasn't sure when, but Belle most certainly did not have a stick up her ass, as they claimed, and she did not have to see a 'specialist' like Finnick Odair for that problem.
"That depends, Odair. If you piss me off, you might end up with a little worse than a few claw marks in your back."
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[ bellenixon. ]
Dead eyes couldn’t catch movement, but his now oversensitive ears certainly could. The blond whirled towards the direction of the footsteps, keeping a grip on a large branch of oak he had nearly killed himself by tripping over. It, so far, made for a good walking stick.
"Who’s there?" he hissed. The way the feet fell against the rubble was unfamiliar. He stood, cautious and guarded, waiting for a reply.
Footsteps were getting closer together as Belle scoured the ground, desperately looking for someone from her section she could return to and take him. Her breathing quickened, her senses dulled but not lost after the explosions which had surrounded them all over the past few hours. Then - a voice broke the quiet, and Belle's body reacted instantly to bring her bow and arrow into position to let fly at split seconds' notice.
"Rebel force," she replied simply to the hushed voice, deciding it was the safest answer to give. There was no Peacekeepers around here, as far as she knew, no Capitol voices, yet his was unfamiliar too. The smoke from the last explosion thinned for a moment, and Belle was finally able to see the man who had spoken, lowering her bow to lean beside him and gently touch her hand to his shoulder.
"Peeta Mellark... how did you get here?"
“Honey, it starts going to your head, every fear imaginable when they, the Capitol, finds a real use for you. Show you off like a piece of candy! That’s what they do when they know they have got you hooked, and they will never let you go. ”
"They have a use for me, Finnick," Belle told him hotly, shooting a glare in his direction. "I am to mentor, as lines and lines of victors have become mentors before me. That is my use, Odair, as it is yours. Although your frolicking with the Capitol women could be seen as a use. You stick your cock in enough of them."
"Unless of course that is your use. Impregnate every Capitol woman and create a master rate of superior looking beings!"
I hate that you died alone.
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