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𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 .

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𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙵𝙼  is  a  multimuse  roleplay  blog  dependent  on  mockingjaysfm    .   written  with  glory  &  gore  by  lo    ,    twenty  eight  years  old    ,    living  in  the  gmt  timezone    &    prefers  she    /    her  pronouns    .  

katniss everdeen , district twelve . bio  .

mina dewitt , district seven . bio  .

aurora heavensbee , the capitol . bio  .

carla silverdusk , district four . bio  .

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@aureums

they awaken slowly , and it is strange . has aurora heavensbee ever felt a surface so tough beneath their back ? they are use to the slow , soft hug of a fine mattress , the comforting weight of feathered blankets stacked atop their lithe frame and the smell of coffee pulling them from sleep like a loyal servant each and every morning . as their eyes flutter open , they are met with grey . cold , harsh grey everywhere as though it hangs dully in the very air . aurora looks for the rich crimson and black detailing of their room back home and —

with a jolt , she sits upright . peacekeepers grab hold of her . . . no , not peacekeepers . they are clad in grey too , colourless and strong holding . she screams , roars like a caged animal and soon four of them are holding her down . a needle in her neck , and she is asleep again .

for the second time , they awaken to cold and to grey , and they know it was not a dream . the first thing they notice is that they are alone in a room . . . with their twin . aurora stares blankly at atticus , brown eyes brimming with tears forged by hot , hot anger . the second thing that they notice is that they are handcuffed to the bed . " are you real ? " they croak , blinking wearily as though it will make him disappear . " and are you . . . part of this ? "

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open | ( ? / nilani, somewhere in thirteen but not the med bay )

A being with such confidence to shoot lighting, to have the incredible swagger that had charmed the world over - the capitol - at the least had heard they had come back from their mission and choked. nilani couldn't move themself to be part of the frey, nervous over who had been recovered and brought back 'home'. they had returned and while there was a desire to drop everything and go running, to be one of the eager faces in the crowd to see if family and loved ones were saved and that they were one step closer to toppling snows chokehold over the districts of panem. would it just be another bond they would enter into? They had promised the victor of the 80th to protect someone, to save them - to save persons very dear to her and Nilani had argued. Nilani had come to near blows with officers here, stepped toe to toe with burly muscle bound glorified clerks that prevented her from speaking to anyone specifically higher up knowing Nilani had no problem stating their frustration over this debacle. Wait. Wait is all they told her and she waited, tinkered, kept those here with her that belonged to them safe, and in the night slunk back against metal doors to cry away from Hita who would see and try to cheer their sibling up but their Pixie was still there and then there was their sun. The bright eyes who searched in the night for her moonlight and others that if given half a damn chance, a spool of wire and items practically anyone kept on them could have torn it down themself to get everyone back or just to die there with him.

Nilani didn't - she couldn't be one of those people looking worriedly through a sea of faces not to see anyone on her list and these damned engineers in thirteen had been using her quite extensively. Air pumps worked harder and stronger, lifts smoother, dispensers and little doo dads and whatchimacallits and things required someone familiar with their designs or the archaic systems that used to operate in the worst parts of 3 to make them sing. What had she been working on, what system the mess of parts beside her only skilled personnel would be able to guess but she pinched a wrong line in the throw of nerves shooting oil at her. Standing up she swore, throwing a wrench at the infernal machine only to hear the little beeps of a tiny robot assistant going to fetch it for her. "You'd think but no - give the restoration to the D3 victor. I have designed weapons systems, made machines sing and this thing - ugh!" Nilani grumbles again, kicking the hunk of near-ancient machinery again. Now there was an excuse not that she was looking for it not to go see the new arrivals or the medical bay.

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they've been cleared to go , patted on the back as they leave the infirmary behind and those people — they cannot look them in their dead eyes , lifeless and broken by the capitol they've been freed of . is it worth it ? all of them taken apart and put back together , handed to thirteen as a weapon or something so much less worthwhile . blue is jaded , yes ; life has taken from her and still . . . she feels for them .

her mind is buzzing , and so she heads down to the weapons bay rather than her compartment for the rest the nurse suggested . " knock knock ? " blue hadn't expected to find anyone here , but their eyes meet the form of one of the victors who made it out , another with their fair share of fanfare and excitement . it had been a huge day , a step up for the population of district thirteen . " i just came down here to drop off my gun . it's damaged from the rescue . . . i thought you'd be up in the infirmary with everyone else . "

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open starter

location: any public area

He'd been sitting here watching people pass through, new and known guests. Almost everyone was someone Leonidas could put a name to. His job had been to know people in the capitol and the victors he knew them too. "Welcome to District 13." A grin came to his face, they could be friend or foe, by now Leonidas was good at figuring that out. If his new companion was happy or angry about their current situation it would be important for him to find out. Even if he had a general idea how most were feeling. "Lovely little hole in the ground."

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her hand reaches to wipe across her forehead , slick with sweat and creased in the ever present frown for which she is so well known . a quiet thing , blue has been something of a recluse since yarro's death ; fighting for survival through every day , volunteering for missions like this unsure if they will ever actually make it home . do they want to ? can they breathe this stale air for much longer ? " i've lived here my whole life , " they point out , gruff as they sit themself down beside him and examine their newly gifted stitches . " can't say i recognise you . you one of them ? "

[teondraxmay]

He still has yet to burn his peace keeper's uniform glad to finally be rid of the rouse of pretending to be defeated and loyal to those who had oppressed his people for far too long. It was though folded in his corner of the hawthrone quarters here just as cramped as it was where district twelve existed that was now ashes. there was a an odd feeling of pride - that he had been one of the very few to serve with distinction and do what the peacekeepers were designed for even if it was a lie his willingness to capitulate to them. His barcode tattooed to him was another leash but there was freedom in knowing how to work the schedule - of being higher up in the command chain still viewed as valuable. What had brought him to wandering the medical bay - perhaps to check on the newest arrivals those finally saved from snow's clutches.

Catching sight of Mina wandering, they had had interactions before but were not close, his pace quickened to protect the blooming mother. Holding his hands out, arms are firm and strong ready to catch the woman to save two lives not just her one. "Mina, Mina yes - yes you did you are in thirteen and you are safe. You shouldn't be wandering around just yet. At least let me help you get shoes and clothes. You are safe, Mina"

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she feels a raw , bone deep sort of exhaustion . a weariness has settled deep into mina's bones , has infiltrated her bloodstream ; the type which comes from the constant striving for survival these recent weeks . how she has made it out is a mystery combined with a miracle . she is nothing special , an ex victor who feels somewhat useless to the rebellion in her condition and still . . . she has lived .

thanks to the distance between districts , mina hasn't had much reason to speak with gale hawthorne , but who doesn't know him ? another branch in the intricate tree of katniss everdeen and the mess she made . " how . . . how did we ? " she pushes free of him , leans herself against the cold grey walls for support instead . there is nothing she can trust anymore , a cornered pup . " did everyone get out ? "

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open to everyone . ( the canteen )

the world forms itself around them . all of it is grey but they've grown used to it , become comforted by monotony of district thirteen . carla silverdusk is being discharged , and most of her bruises are healing , the flush is returning to her cheeks and her mind is putting itself back together . memories are putting themselves together in her mind and she shutters those parts of herself closed . she will not remember it . she will not think about what they did .

they are given their room , their schedules , they are to adjust to this life underground . it gives them comfort to know that snow does not fall within district thirteen . she sits with a tray before her , the food as grey as her surroundings and prods at the misshapen lump with her fork . " what . . . what is this ? " she asks , frowning at her table mates .

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open to everyone . ( the medic bay )

she awakens slowly at first , but soon it is pain bringing her rushing back to consciousness . bleary eyes blink open to find herself attached to a variety of tubes , sweating in a hospital bed with no memory of how she got here . had they finally broken her ? mind , soul , and now body ? a hand reaches to feel the tiny bump forming beneath the hospital gown and she begs some unknown force to keep it alive . she killed for it , and it is all she has left in this world .

mina , determined and afraid , is a defensive sort of animal . unsafe , she pulled the tubes from her and feels another , fresh rush of pain . wincing , the tiny creature pulls herself from the bed . she is fragile thanks to her stay in the capitol , but she manages to push herself to the doorway and out into a cold , sterile hallway . she is walking , it feels like forever that she is walking barefoot and shaking . but she finds someone , reaches for them wearily . " are we here ? did we make it ? "

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𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙲𝚄𝙿 . 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙿𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚄𝚁 .       blue cui , district thirteen

havana rose liu . demi woman . she / they ➶ i recognise that face ! that’s blue elena cui , the twenty six year old soldier from district thirteen . they’re lucky to have lived in district thirteen their whole life , and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so determined & impulsive .

— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

full name: bluebelle elena cui

nicknames: blue

age: 26

gender / pronouns: demi woman , she  /  they

orientation: bisexual

cccupation: soldier

home: district thirteen

— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

eye colour: green

hair colour: brown

build: petite , muscular

height: 5′4″

piercings: lobes , cartilage

tattoos: her ex husband’s name on her neck

distinctive features: calloused hands , scar running from her neck to her elbow

face claim: havana rose liu

TW : death of a spouse , plague

— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈

you hateful little thing . how can so much rage fill a body so small ? so small and yet you built and built until you felt nothing but the smooth ripples of muscle beneath your skin . you are strong, you will be nothing else but this .

from the beginning you have been forced to fight . first you fought the onslaught of plague that almost ended district thirteen for good, sick in your bed you pulled through until you promised yourself you would never feel such weakness again . as soon as you were able you joined thirteen’s defences . young but determined, you clawed through their ranks . you ran, you lifted, you trained until you were unrecognisable from the tiny wisp of a girl who almost lost a fight to sickness . no one believed you could do it — it didn’t deter you, but it sure as hell pissed you off .

little spitfire . he started calling you that and you hated him for it . and then you knew him . the rebellion had been gearing up for all of this after katniss everdeen’s stunt in the games and soon you were training alongside him . yarro ashfall . you tried to hate him, but you couldn’t . two years later, you were married .

you had two years of happiness when it happened . coin sent you both out to the woods beyond thirteen , your mission was to find refugees making their way to the swallowed district . it was a quiet day, but then the birds went still and your ears pricked up , you bared your teeth . hushed, your training took over when you saw them, a squadron of capitol peacekeepers . what were they doing out there ? you couldn’t think, you could only fight . you left bleeding , scarred , and aching . you left a widow . that was a year ago . you are so young , and you know so much hurt .

it didn’t take long for thirteen to smother you . you couldn’t breathe down there . your training tried to detach you from your feelings, to make you the perfect soldier . you fought that too . you couldn’t stop fighting, and you couldn’t stop feeling . you felt a rage so wild it could have spun out of your control — the only reason you could stand upon your own two feet was the promise that you would see the capitol burn .

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𝙸𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾 mina dewitt , district seven

emilia clarke . cis woman . she / her ➶ did you see them ?! they were a volunteer during the 94th games, and you know they were one of my favourites ! it’s mina dewitt , the thirty year old winner of the eighty first hunger games ! they brought great honour to district seven and escaped to thirteen three months after the 94th games ! the world just loved them for being so beguiling , even if they have been known to be callous at times .

— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

full name: lumina anamaria dewitt

nicknames: mina

age: 30

gender / pronouns: cis woman , she  /  her

orientation: bisexual

cccupation: victor

home: district seven

— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

eye colour: blue

hair colour: silver

build: petite

height: 5′2″

piercings: lobes

tattoos: none

distinctive features: white hair ,

face claim: emilia clarke

TW : mentions of starvation , implied coercion from the capitol .

— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈

there was an axe in your hand before you hit puberty . you grew up with callused hands , the pads of your fingers roughened and your biceps firm with the muscles required to swing that axe . your family owned its own lumberyard , and thanks to cain , you grew up wealthy , you weren't starving like so many others in your district , and you took that for granted .

you're an ambitious little thing . your father's favourite , you worked alongside him every day , chopping the wood and selling it too . one day you would take over the family business , you thought , but it wasn't to be .

growing up in victor's village offered you a false sense of protection . the day your name was called , your mother collapsed , your father watched on with eyes hardened by the fear that this would knock once more at the dewitt's family door . when he said goodbye to you , he held you in his arms and he told you that you simply must win .

you were a hit in the capitol . a brother was mentoring a sister , and you were a beautiful young woman , flowing silver locks matched you with pastel colours , your parade costume was a cherry blossom tree and you outshone everyone with your beauty . they could never have seen your brutality coming .

you had sponsors , something rare for your district . they showered you with medicine and water , bread , fruits , gifts for the beautiful girl with silver hair . your arena was a snowstorm and you got your axe on the third day . you painted that pristine white arena in red .

you fought hard to make it home , and you knew your father would open up his arms , eyes glittering with pride . the axe swung and they fell , blood soaked you , clung to your clothes , your beautiful hair plastered in the stuff . you left that arena shaking and feral , but you were alive .

your games caused a stir . capitolites began to bleach their hair , tattooed their hands with the colour red . you were a hit and president snow took note of that .

when you returned home , another house in victor's village was secured for the dewitt's . you expected joy and celebration , but when you went to your father , he couldn't bear to look at you . you were something violent , something he could no longer recognise .

you've spent every day since trying to win him back , to earn the approval you lost a long time ago . and to keep your family alive , you have been whisked back and forth from the capitol , another desirable beauty , a jewel in panem's crown .

the day of the reaping came and , once more , the odds were not in favour of the dewitt family . you volunteered with your father on your mind , a chance to show him that you remain his daughter despite the games you fought so viciously to escape . part of the rebellion now , it is your duty to keep your sister alive for as long as possible , to keep the others from killing one another , to promise them a way out of this hell .

and then the pregnancy test was positive , and you felt the weight of more responsibility land upon your shoulders . suddenly , you have everything to live for .

season two . . .

the world has been tipped sideways . blanche is dead , and yet you live . you live and so does the life inside of you .

the arena tore you to shreds , took the woman you have become , and forced you into a creature of destruction . a wild animal , a thing that prowled . caius was dead at your hands , the father of your unborn child and the most despicable person you think you have ever met — you feel no guilt .

the capitol has punished you greatly , broken your soul and still you've made it to thirteen with your baby , mercifully , alive . you are reminded of what you've done to the father , and yet you feel no remorse . you feel anger , you feel fragile , you feel like a wild animal in a cage .

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𝙰 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 aurora heavensbee , of the capitol .

olivia cooke . demi woman . she / they ➶ i recognise that face ! that’s aurora heavensbee , the thirty year old ex chief of staff for president snow from the capitol . they’re lucky to have escaped to district thirteen three months after the 94th games , and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so cunning & poisonous .

— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

full name: aurora heavensbee

nicknames: rory

age: 30

gender / pronouns: demi woman , she  /  they

orientation: lesbian

cccupation: ex - president snow's chief of staff

home: the capitol

— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

eye colour: brown

hair colour: auburn ( sometimes dyed brown or black )

build: slim

height: 5′5″

piercings: lobes

tattoos: gold sparkles between her breasts and on her fingers

distinctive features: steely eyes , long auburn curls

face claim: olivia cooke

— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈

you have not allowed yourself a moment of relaxation in the last thirty years . and why would you ? you grew up a member of one of the most powerful families in the capitol with a brain that ran a hundred miles a minute . there was work to be done , there was always work to be done .

the heavensbee's are respected for a reason , having pumped out some of the most successful of capitol society , the pressure was on from the day you could walk . an over achiever , school was a breeze , you were accepted into the university , studied relentlessly until you found yourself working in the tribute center as an administrator . you could only go up , and up you went .

upon the recommendation of your uncle plutarch , you found yourself in president snow's staff . working your way from assistant to public relations , you were never quite happy . you stepped on a few toes , sold out a few names and your brutality earned you a place as snow's chief of staff as early as a few weeks before the latest reaping .

you relish this new role , the power it offers you within the capitol's elite . they watch you with a new respect , with resentment , and you wish you could bathe in their envy .

it wasn't name alone that got you here , nor was it the helping hand from plutarch . it was your own wretched , scheming little mind . beady eyed and determined , you would have sold out your own mother to get to where you are . and wouldn't it be worth it ? what is life without power ?

season two . . .

you clung to his side . snow wasn't happy with you , watched you in such a scrutinising manner that for once you were unsure of your place in his cabinet . were you a rebel ? he wondered it , you could smell it in the room when both of you were alone .

you were in the tribute tower that day , and now you know what snow intended ; he wanted you gone , he wanted you punished . after having assisted in the hijacking , it was with those weapons that you were taken to thirteen , knocked out by their rescuers and brought aboard a hovercraft .

awakening underground , it feels as though the air is sucked from your lungs , shared with those around you . a guard follows you everywhere , not for your protection , but if you are to live here they want to ensure that snow's most loyal knows her place .

wanted connections

ex girlfriend she betrayed i am begging twin brother !!!!!!!

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𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 carla silverdusk, district four

halle bailey . demi woman . she / they ➶ did you see them ?! they were a spectator during the 94th games, and you know they were one of my favourites ! it’s carla silverdusk , the twenty three year old winner of the eighty seventh hunger games! they brought great honour to district four and escaped to thirteen three months after the 94th games ! the world just loved them for being so light hearted , even if they have been known to be immature at times .

— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

full name: carla silverdusk

nicknames: red

age: 23

gender / pronouns: cis woman , she  /  her

orientation: bisexual

cccupation: victor

home: district four

— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

eye colour: brown

hair colour: red

build: slim , athletic

height: 5′2″

piercings: ears

tattoos: none

distinctive features: long red locs

face claim: halle bailey

— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈

you belong to the sea , it has always been this way . a day dreaming little thing , you ran off so frequently — but your parents never did panic ; you were easy to find , down by the shore and humming to yourself as though the world around you had lost its sharpest edges . as though nothing bothered you .

the older you grew , the wilder you became . perhaps it was the safety of a career district , the beauty of the sea , your father's steady fishing business which allowed you such a deep sense of freedom in a country such as panem .

that freedom was snatched from you the day of your fourth reaping , the day you were called forward as a tribute , and brought to the capitol . you were underestimated thanks to your size , but your rebellious nature , your charisma , and that voice won them over .

your arena appeared simple enough at first , a sweltering rainforest , a cornucopia surrounded by water you cut through so naturally . however the rain began , and it did not stop . soon the arena was flooded , and you won mostly by natural selection . you grew up on the water , you belonged in its embrace , and you swam to victory .

now , you have grown accustomed to the capitol , jaded by a world you've since opened your eyes to . its horrors , what it has held from you and what it wants from you .

you sing now , have not allowed yourself to become worthless to snow , proven that your music alone will be your price .

season two . . .

you never saw it , how trapped you have been . more so , how lucky you have been . not until they took you apart and put you back together again , took from you the wide eyed gaze , the heroine who survived an arena you weren't cut out for .

you awaken in a place devoid of colour , but you will take this new world over what you have come from . you look around , see those hijacked and part of you wishes they had brainwashed you ; allowed you to forget what was done within the walls of the tribute tower .

you begin to adjust to life here , allowing the routine to put you back together . you watch them , jaded , bored , fed up of the world around you . underground is where you belong . underground is where you will stay .

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𝙸    𝙰𝙼    𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻    𝙾𝙵    𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂    &    𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻    𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶    𝙾𝙽    𝙼𝚈    𝙵𝙴𝙴𝚃 katniss everdeen , district twelve

may calamawy . cis woman . she / her ➶ did you see them ?! they were a volunteer during the 94th games, and you know they were one of my favourites ! it’s katniss everdeen , the thirty six year old winner of the seventy fourth hunger games ! they brought great honour to district twelve and escaped to thirteen during the 94th games ! the world just loved them for being so adaptable , even if they have been known to be stand offish at times .

— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

full name: katniss everdeen

nicknames: catnip

age: 36

gender / pronouns: cis woman , she  /  her

orientation: heterosexual

cccupation: mentor in the hunger games

home: district twelve

— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

eye colour: grey

hair colour: brown

build: slim , athletic

height: 5′4″

piercings: none

tattoos: none

distinctive features: fashionable style thanks to cinna

face claim: may calamawy

— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈

your story is long, it is harrowing — so let’s keep it to the basics . you thought you would be dead by now, in fact ringing in your thirtieth birthday felt like a fever dream . you looked at the baby sister who towers over you now, who is alive because, in part, of you . you felt something like happiness . 

the games broke you long ago . you are not in the arena anymore, but did you ever really leave it behind you ? it seems hard to deny when you wake up screaming in the middle of the night . your children are old enough to notice now, and you allow peeta to slip from the bed, to comfort them instead of you . it doesn’t matter anyway, sometimes you can’t even look at him for the guilt . he should have a wife who can love him properly, who didn’t sob with fear, with dread when she realised she was carrying his child.

in truth, every day has felt like a slow march to what comes next . you can’t face it, your son grows older each second, he begins to look more like peeta, and you love him so much you can’t bear it . every sound makes you jump, every night brings new terror and you don’t know if you have it in you to be a mother. and then you get pregnant again and dammit — she looks like you .

you’re paraded around each year, brought to the capitol to hand two children over to their deaths . but hey, this is the world, and at least they aren’t your own kids. the word mother doesn’t suit you, but peeta is perfect. peeta is everything. you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy. you can’t love him the way he wants you to. you can’t admit it to yourself that you do . you avoid him, you’re quiet, you’re withdrawn . does he regret you yet ?

you’re so full of fear, you’re so full of rage . rye turns twelve and it’s inevitable, snow will take what he wants, and he wants you broken . the reaping comes and haymitch, peeta, alexander . . . stood by the stage they hold you in their arms as you shriek, you wail . they say you sound like something dying and you are . your mother looks at you with sympathy, eyes full of grim understanding and you want to slap that look off her face . what does she know about anything ?

 willow is somewhere with prim, your sister guards your daughter from the truth of you when you throw yourself at the peacekeepers, at effie trinket . screaming obscenities that the rest of panem won’t see, but you know that snow is enjoying every second of your breakdown . let them kill you, there is nothing left of you anymore .

you hold rye’s hand on the train, your anger is towards peeta as though he could have done anything about this . how can he stand her ? you’ve heard people whisper, and you don’t blame them when you blank your husband the moment he needs you most .

on stage with caesar flickerman, you do not look at peeta when you step forward . you speak clearly the words that set all of this into motion — i volunteer as tribute . 

season two . . .

the games take you , and the games break you . you fought for rye , tore the arena apart for him — and when they knocked you out , took the tracker from your arm , you awoke to find they hadn't gotten him out .

you are the mockingjay and they have clipped your wings . district twelve is gone . your daughter is missing , your son in the capitol , and you have . . . nothing .

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WHO: Primrose Everdeen & Katniss Everdeen (@gladiatefm) WHERE: The medic bay, District 13 WHEN: Whenever the victors got rescued

When Primrose first left home weeks ago, she hadn't expected to end up in District 13. All she wanted to do was spend more time with her sister and nephew before they disappeared back into the games, but she wound up in the middle of the pending war between the Capitol and the rebels. It was a shock to her system to hear about the rebel activity, but it certainly helped make sense of all the strange events that went on during her time in the Capitol.

Now, she found herself curled up in the medical bay. Her upper body was draped over the edge of Katniss' bed--- determined to stay by her side until she woke up. However, the exhaustion from the recent events hadn't truly hit her until that moment, and it wasn't long before she found herself drifting off to sleep by her sister's side.

Primrose didn't know how long she fell asleep, but a slight movement caused her to jerk awake. She yawned slightly as she fought away the leftover remnants of sleep, eyes shifting to her sister once they fully adjusted to the harsh lights of the medical bay. A slight movement caused her to gasp, moving closer to take hold of her sister's hand.  ❝Katniss? Are you awake?❞ She lightly squeezed Katniss' hand as she tried once more, ❝It's me, Primrose.❞

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she can't remember much as she awakens , a slow fluttering of lashes against cheeks which had , mere days ago , hosted tears frozen in the bitter winds of the arena . it comes back to her , slowly at first ; the strange sight of a hovercraft before her , the arena falling to pieces like stars falling to the earth . awakening within that hovercraft , attacking her husband when she realised that rye was left behind . . . left behind —

katniss jolts up in the bed and feels her body cry out in immediate distress . somewhere a stitch opens , blood pools against the gown they've dressed her in and she groans . she doesn't notice prim at first , but immediately her eyes flood with tears , noticing the sister she'd thought dead . " prim . . . what happened ? rye . . . he's not here ? "

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@reblrths — peeta . ( the hovercraft after the games )

she wakes up , and she wishes she was dead . the hovercraft hums around her and it is the last thing she remembers , watching as the claw had reached for her , lifted her into the belly of the capital's power . katniss sits up with a start on the tiny cot she's been laid upon , pulling various tubes from her chest as she rights herself , feels the warmth which has seeped back into her skin for the first time in a week . it is with shaking fingers that she grabs a syringe nearby , a useless weapon but it is something .

i should be dead , she thinks , but logic isn't reaching her brain . the cogs are turning , but they are slow , and all that she knows is that rye isn't in this room with her . katniss slips into the hallways , eager to find her son , to ensure that the capitol do not lay their hands upon his tiny body for one moment longer . she feels as small as he is , a child manipulated by a power she can't comprehend , forced into a death match , to a marriage , to a family she had no choice over . each step further into the hovercraft dangles her powerlessness over her spinning head .

voices echo in the otherwise silent hallways , labyrinthine and confusing , it is all that she can follow . when the doors slide open , katniss cannot quite comprehend it ; the sight of plutarch and the other faces she does not register in the room . . . because peeta is there . peeta who was battered in front of her before the games , who could have been dead for all she knew , who she finally understood her love for in those final moments before the games . his face swims before her , and her vision turns red as the pieces slip clumsily into place . " what are you doing with him ? " her voice is as unsteady as the fingers gripping the syringe . and she was a fool to love him . " where is my son ? "

[gladiatefm]

@damagedflames — ash ( district thirteen , medic bay )

mina's pregnancy has made itself clear over the last three months , a neat bump growing beneath the flat , muted tones of her district thirteen wear . it's a welcome reprieve , she thinks , from the revealing clothes her prep team preferred her in back in the capitol . it feels so long ago that the arena claimed her , swallowed her in its belly where she rotted into whatever it was that has since returned to life . district seven , the capitol — it is so distant now .

and what family has she got left ? she doesn't know , in fact they tell her nothing here in thirteen where a pregnant person is a delight in itself . so little children following the epidemic , it is up to them to repopulate , and why stress her out further with the truth ?

when ash is returned to her , mina rushes from her quarters , hand cupping her bump as she speed walks to the infirmary . there she sees her baby sister , perhaps the only blood she has left , and she approaches with caution . " ash ? " her voice is a wobble , softened by the months she has waited to see that face again . " ash . . . no one told me you were . . . i thought you were dead . "

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@damagedflames — ares ( district thirteen , medic bay )

she awakens with a start , and she finds that everything hurts . what can she remember other than caius beneath her ? the life as it left his eyes , and her hands covered in blood . so much blood . she looks to them first , those pale fingers now clean but she swears that she can feel it still , the warm stickiness of it , of all that she had done in the arena as it took whatever humanity was left in her in its teeth .

it takes time to lift her gaze from her shaking hands , to see ares by her side as he promised he would be . mina falls back in the bed , pillows soaking the shape of her skull in their comfort as her eyes flutter to a close . " we made it , " she says quietly , a statement rather than a question . " it wasn't worth it . "