Blight Skidder

I'm not much, but I'm from home. {Indie RP Blog for the district 7 tribute Blight in Catching Fire. Set primarily before the Quarter Quell. Sam Witwer FC. Mutiverse friendly}

[blightfromseven]

The News || Johanna and Blight

Normally, the sun would've woken him up. Would've pushed against closed eyelids until he couldn't ignore it any longer, and the day would be off to its slow start.

Today was different. Blight could never sleep on the eve of any announcement from the Capitol. Even interviews kept him up half the night--not doing anything productive, just shaving away at one of the logs designated for firewood until it was chips. A light scratching was the only sound in the room, little wood slivers curling away from the edge of a hunting knife, and every once and a while, the soft pat as they fell to the floor.

Yet, though he was up through the night, Blight managed to shake himself awake, still in the chair, still in yesterday's flannels, at dawn. Except to get up for a cup of coffee, he slipped back into the rhythm.

The speed increased, strokes almost blending together, as the announcement drew closer. A Quarter Quell. Different rules. What would it mean for the people of 7? What if someone he knew was reaped? What if he had to mentor someone who didn't even have a chance? A small part of him should have known to save some of those worries for the date of the reaping, but once Blight started worrying, well, it was a slippery slope.

Scrape. Scrape. Sc--

He froze. It couldn't be. It couldn't.

The knife dropped to the ground, forgotten, and Blight felt his hands curl and re-curl around nothing. He had to think, to use his mind, and not let it fog up with panic like it was threatening to do. He wasn't the only victor--he wasn't the only one. There would at least be a chance that another man would be chosen over him. Another. Another man. But...

Blight threw open the door and raced through the Victor's Village. He stopped outside her window, peering in. No movement inside. Still, that didn't mean...He knocked on the door a few times, scattered and frantic. Nothing.

Where?

Looking around the side of the house, he saw the forest. Click. It had to be. Blight took a few hesitant steps closer, before walking through the brush. "Johanna!" He called, following the faint thumps, telltale signs of axe work. "Johanna!"

[unseenmockingjay]

"Their used to meals being surved on a silver plate.. but they don’t get it fresh. It always tastes better fresh."

[blightfromseven]

"As fresh as it gets. Although, I must say, I'm glad I don't have to worry about hunting, cooking, or any of that."

[unseenmockingjay]

"I thought I recognized the taste… it’s really good."

[blightfromseven]

"R-really? You're very kind to say so. The past few victors were not so fond of it. Apparently it was a little common for their inner district tastes."

[unseenmockingjay]

                     "…This is great."

                     "What is it?"

[blightfromseven]

"Mostly just some venison. Sorry about that, Seven's not really good about rolling out the red carpet for Victory Tours."

[fancied-another-meme]

Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

[wingheadcap]

"Are you crazy?” “Are you even listening to me?” “Are you even listening to yourself?” “Are you sure they won’t find out?” “Are you sure this is legal?” “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” “Are you threatening me?” “Be mine.” “Can you be anymore obvious?” “Do I know you?” “Do you love me?” “Do you remember this?” “Do you trust me?” “Don’t go.” “Don’t let me die” “Don’t look at me like that.” “Don’t make me beg.” “Don’t you dare come near me!” “Don’t you dare.” “Explain yourself.” “For you, I would _____” “Give it back.” “Give me another chance.” “Have you ever even done this before?” “How drunk are you right now?” “I already regret this.” “I am not wearing that.” “I can’t believe you missed that.” “I can’t do this anymore.” “I can’t even look at you.” “I could kill you!” “I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.” “I didn’t do it.”“ “I didn’t know you could do that.” “I don’t want to look at you right now.” “I guess this is goodbye.” “I hate you.” “I have to go.” “I just want to cuddle.” “I know your secret.” “I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.” “I love you.” “I miss you so very much.” “I missed you.” “I need a drink.” “I need a hug.” “I never really loved you.” “I owe you.” “I think I broke it.” “I think I’m falling in love with you. “ “I think I’m forgetting something.” “I think it’s broken.” “I trust you.” “I want to be yours.” “I want to try this thing I read in a book.” “I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.” “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.” “I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?” “I’m bad for you.” “I’m dying.” “I’m going to be sick.” “I’m not speaking to you anymore.” “I’m pregnant and it’s yours.” “I’ve never heard that one before.” “If you stay quiet, no one will know.” “Is that my shirt?” “It was me” “It’s so beautiful.” “It’s time to choose.” “Just five more minutes.” “Just go.” “Just leave me alone.” “Just let me die.” “Just relax.” “Just what did we do last night?” “Kiss me you idiot.” “Kiss me.” “Like you even care.” “Little too late, don’t you think?” “Make me.” “Marry me?” “My Parents don’t know” “My parents know.”“ “Never again.” “Nh, don’t be so rough!” “No, that can’t be my baby.” “No! You can’t die on me now!” “Obviously there is something between us.” “Of all the things i’ve heard, that hurt the most.” “Put it away.” “Put your trousers on!” “Put. The. Weapon. Down.” “Quiet, I am trying to think.” “Relax, I have a plan.” “Really?” “Shut up and listen.” “Take responsibility.” “That isn’t mine.” “That looked easier on TV.” “That sounds painful.” “That was a bad plan.” “That’s mine!” “That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.” “They’re coming.” “This seems familiar.” “This stays between us.” “Truth hurts, don’t it?” “Unbelievable. I can’t believe you right now.” “Very good, you had me fooled.” “Want to hear a secret?” “We need to talk.” “We’re moving too fast.” “Well that was unexpected.” “What are we doing here?” “What are you afraid of?” “What are you touching?” “What are you?” “What do you need?” “What happened to you?” “What have I done this time?” “What if someone catches us?” “What sort of noise was that?” “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “What were you thinking?” “Where are my clothes?” “Where did you find this?” “Where do you even find this sort of thing?” “Where were you?” “Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?” “Why are you wearing that?” “Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.” “You could have died!” “You could have killed someone!” “You coward.” “You don’t need to be so gentle.” “You drive me crazy!” “You have ten minutes, so make it quick.” “You lied to me!” “You mean everything to me.” “You owe me.” “You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!” “You’re all out of ____.” “You’re an idiot.” “You’re bad for me.” “You’re dead to me.” “You’re pregnant and It’s mine” “You’re really good at this…” “You’re so weird.”“ “You’re under arrest.”

[iknowitswrathandruin-deactivate]

IMPORTANT

[teawithtrinket-blog]

if I ever stop replying to our rp PLEASE TELL ME BECAUSE TUMBLR ONLY NOTIFIES ME LIKE HALF THE TIME NOW and I keep missing posts I’m so angry about this recent development

THIS. This 1,000,000,000 times! Please let me know. It won’t be a bother at all!

[blightfromseven]

Headcanon 003

Once, after both if their games, Blight and Johanna went out into the woods to fell a tree or two--technically they couldn't work on a crew, being victors. They spent the day mostly in silence, except for a few superficial comments and sarcastic snips. Until it started raining. It wouldn't have stopped them, except being high in a tree with the sound of thunder rolling behind them would not be smart. After the storm, on the walk back home, they stumbled across a tree struck by lightening. Black and charred, it was a sight (or lack thereof) they should have recognized faster years later in the Quarter Quell arena.

[blightfromseven]

"Alright, who's gonna help me finish off this eggnog?"

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

 ”Merry Christmas, have a nice day!

                                                            From Johanna.

  P.S. No, i’m not good with Christmas cards. Problem?”

[blightfromseven]

Johanna,

I found your holiday spirit! Merry Christmas to you, too.

                  From Blight.

P.S. Problem? No problem at all. I think you've very good with the holidays and stuff.

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

"That snowball went right in my ear." ((Also, hello))

 ”Sorry! Not my intention at all.” Johanna said sarcastically with a smirk.

 ((Hi! :D))

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

  “I don’t have holidays spirit, or whatever.” She replied, slightly offended. “I’m just cold, but I can give you a fight if you want to.”

[blightfromseven]

"As great a way to warm up as that sounds, I think I'd just give up right here."

He looked over at the snowy landscape, "What's so wrong with the 'holiday spirit or whatever'?"

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

"That snowball went right in my ear." ((Also, hello))

 ”Sorry! Not my intention at all.” Johanna said sarcastically with a smirk.

 ((Hi! :D))

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

 ”Just because I’m cold!” After all, she would rather win… in whatever they were doing at the moment. However, she knew when it was enough. In this case, she was only cold. 

[blightfromseven]

"That was surprisingly easy. Don't tell me you're full of the peaceful holiday spirit."

[blightfromseven]

Blab

Blab: Three secrets I’m keeping.

"Well, y'know one time I started switching out the handle on my brother's ax every week so it'd be a little bit shorter. Couldn't figure it out, drove him nuts." He chuckled, making to pour himself yet another drink, but overshooting the glass and spilling a few drops onto the table. "No? Uh, one time, I shaved my beard to look like Seneca Crane. Not very well, but still. And, hm, there may have been something with Cashmere and Gloss, but 's not much of a secret."

[askboxmemes]

Anonymously tell me a problem you have with me.

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

"That snowball went right in my ear." ((Also, hello))

 ”Sorry! Not my intention at all.” Johanna said sarcastically with a smirk.

 ((Hi! :D))

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

  “A smart person wouldn’t have asked that.” She replied with a smirk, a second before a snowball hit her almost in the face. 

"I may have a frozen head now." Johanna said, shaking all the snow that had also landed on her clothes. 

[blightfromseven]

Dammit, she was right. But still, he had to grin as the snowball connected, aim was never his strong suit. "Sounds like we're even then. Truce?"

[blightfromseven]

+violetthedancer

[choreftes]

"Well, if I knew the ending, I probably wouldn’t choose to be in it too." Violet said. The Capitol was a beautiful place with a nice scenery, but the people here were wicked. How could they think betting on who would die first in the Game be civil? It was the exact opposite of civil! She sighed. "Despite how much I hate the place and the people, I like the scenery. It’s … Pretty."

"Anyway…"Yeah, it’s probably better to move on to something else."Er, how are you? Lofe treating you well?" She asked with a smile. Really, that’s all you got?

[blightfromseven]

"To each his own," Blight muttered. The place was a cage, dressed up as pretty as it was, it was still a cage. And there were still animals inside it that could tear a man like him to bits just for the fun of it. Pity they weren't declawed, those great beasts that the crowds loved so much. No, no, their victory was their survival, continued deadly life. "Life? Fine enough. I have it, so that's a real plus. Although, I have to say, some of the conversations I've had tonight--I never knew a man could go on talking about types of yarn for three-quarters of an hour. Feels like it's been five years tonight."

[rustyaxes-deactivated20140423]

Indeed Johanna missed the feeling of iron against wood, the feeling of sweat on her brow as she worked on the log, but ever since she’d won teh games everything reminded her of the metal hitting flesh, of the cracked skulls and ripped throats, and that made it impossible for her to return to the woods with her axe for anything else aside staring at the green canopies with nostalgia. Another thing the fucking Capitol had ruined for her.

A roll of her eyes and ,despite the bile that rushes up her throat as she recalls that boy from district 5 whose skull cracked open when she used her axe on him she tries one more time before turning to face him with irritated eyes and gritted teeth, if only to avoid throwing up on him. 

"Shut up, I’m doing what I can" she kicks the log once and folds her arms across her chest, stares at him with skepticism "If you an actually get any money for this mess I’ll sell my kidney to you."

[blightfromseven]

There are quite a few retorts he has to say to that. Shutting up would deprive her of his oh-so-prime company, shutting up wouldn't work because then he would just start poking her with one of the ever-present twigs. But he sees the look on her face, and for a moment, he is scared into silence. With anyone else--Capitol lapdogs, bloodthirsty tributes and their insane mentors, people he didn't know--Blight felt the urge to bite his tongue for everything. And even when he spoke, his words fell out of place or stuttered uncertainty.

That wasn't supposed to happen here.Not with a friend. Something was different, how could it not be? Blight knew the horrors--and yet, he didn't really know because every time was different--he should have known that things would change. But, a little slow to recognize, as always, and he just stood mute.

"Mess? This is a piece of art, clearly." He smiled, trying to move forward from the odd moment of tension, "All the same, I think I'd rather have the ax." There had to be a way. Maybe...if the ax was a wedge, and the wedge just needed to be driven further. "Here, I have an idea," he said, taking both parts and picking them up, ready to swing the mass of wood and iron like it was a regular ax. Swinging in an arc, Blight slammed it log-first on the ground. While it remained stuck, at least the ax moved down an inch or so, a little closer to halving the log. "Alright, if you can finish the split, you can have my kidney."

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

"That snowball went right in my ear." ((Also, hello))

 ”Sorry! Not my intention at all.” Johanna said sarcastically with a smirk.

 ((Hi! :D))

[screwthecapitol-deactivated2014]

 ”What are you doing?” She asked with a smirk, as she saw how he was trying to get revenge with a snowball. “Well, what if it makes your brain to work better?”

[blightfromseven]

"Are you trying to say something about my brain?" Blight laughed, tossing the powdery mess of a snowball toward her, "Sounds like your head is the frozen one."