lacuna

[lacvunax]

i have the starters from the tag that i haven’t replied to yet drafted, but i also need more interactions on my babies. so give this a like if you want a starter from one of them under the cut. 

nelly leung. 22. tribute from district 12.

clara odair. 23. tribute from district 4.

abbey tisla. 24. host of the hunger games.

luca prescott. 22. escort for district 1.

thomas torrero. 21. mentor from district 9. victor of 88th games.

roland finley. 24. tribute from district 7.

rosie lincoln. 19. tribute from district 10.

maverick snow. 29. president. 

quentin stafford. 18. mentor from district 10. victor of the 99th games.

cordin walsh. 33. mentor from district 3. victor of the 81st games.

tatiana osborne. 20. stylist for district 6.

isla weston. 29. citizen from district 4. 

emery xing. 25. trainer from the capitol. 

tessa jacobs. 28. mentor from district 4. victor of the 85th games. 

octavia lancaster. 21. citizen from the captiol.

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     “ do you think sending over one hundred of us to our deaths will be enough to get the districts to revolt ? ” nelly was never one to watch her words. it was a surprise that she had not been dragged away or had her tongue cut out.

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seasdarling‌:

               if he were a mere mentor this year, and clara just another name in a long list of tributes from four, perhaps then finnick could find pride in this display of deadly accuracy, of lethal talent. then he could, in a passing thought, hope she had a fighting chance against others instead of detaching himself right away. clara’s skill, however, brought him no joy. it, in fact, pained the victor to see her like this, acting very much like the career from four should. she shouldn’t have to be here. it wasn’t fair — but then again, he should know better than hope that the odds would, for once, be in his favour. 

               “i have a meeting in a little while, so, unfortunately, i don’t have time.” finnick responded, tone apologetic. his eyes lingered on the blade a moment longer before he lifted his gaze up to meet that of clara’s. “you’re getting better with that.” he nodded toward blade, forcing the corner of his lips to curve upward into a ghost of a smile. if only she didn’t have to learn to wield the blade in this manner. “why don’t you take a break? you deserve it.”

     in all honesty, in a few years, clara would have jumped at the opportunity to volunteer. it may have been something that her & her parents eventually fought over. with clara insisting their protectiveness was holding her back from something of a legacy birthright. but she wasn’t ready for this, not in the slightest bit. on the train ride over, she had found herself vowing that she would put her all into it. spending every second she could practicing; feeling satisfied with her performance never being enough. 

     a quick flash of disappointment at her father’s words spread across her features, brows pulling together & lips pulling down in the slightest of perks. but as soon as it had come, it was gone. she twisted the blade around in her hand. “ yeah ? ” a small smile formed on her lips now. “ i think i’m liking this better than the other weapons. ” for a moment she considered her father’s words. taking a break would be nice. she had scarfed down breakfast this morning before making a beeline for the training room. but there was a nagging feeling in the back, pushing her to practice more & more, until it was perfect. “ i can’t. i already feel like i’m years behind, even with training since a young age, priming me for this exact situation. ”

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gcrardnvstrom‌:

Gerard couldn’t make heads or tails of this place, everything so flashy and loud and the people so…alien. They really, honestly, looked like something from another planet. The whole thing just made his head hurt, so he’d hidden himself away in the first secluded place he could find around here, bottle in hand. He’d opted to stay outside, unable to deal with everything looking so…strange. Outside, it still felt somewhat like home. 

Hearing footsteps, he spoke up. “If you’re here to drag me back inside, don’t bother. I’ll go in when I’m ready, and not a minute sooner.”

     abbey was heading back into the building. she had keeping an eye on all the tributes. it was a daunting task considering how many of them there were. she had done a well enough job memorizing the faces, names, & districts of a majority of them. by the time the games were ready to air, she would have an arsenal of information on each & every tribute. her brown gaze fell to the other. her brows raised before she spoke up. “ don’t worry, no one is coming to make you move until you’re ready. pardon me, but you’re not a tribute, are you ? you don’t look familiar. ”

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aabcrnathy‌:

asterid was terrified, but hiding it well as she sat and waited to meet the district twelve tributes. she knew she could consult with the other stylists and tributes but she wanted to focus. eventually she’d run into them or she could just wait outside the training rooms and force the interaction. “sorry, are you district twelve?” she inquired as the door opened.

     luca glanced at the female & chuckled. “ does it look like i’m from district twelve ? ” the male teased playfully, a grin appearing across his lips. “ i’m from the capitol just as yourself. though, i’m part of the escort team. is it your first year working on the games ? ”

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ohsungxphq‌:

Omar took his hat back shaking it out before putting it firmly on his head, “Thanks,” he replied then paused before answering the question, “You know it doesn’t matter if we’re ready or not, our job now it to make sure our tributes win.” There was something about the other’s tone that maybe hinted he wasn’t much of a fan about the games, “Call me Omar and if I remember correctly you’re Thomas, right?”

     “ yeah, but most of the energy will be futile. ” thomas sighed, running his fingers through her hair. “ nice to meet you, omar. you got it right. which district are you from again ? ” going into the games always sucked, especially for the outer districts, whose tributes don’t usually stand a chance against the careers. it is always a miracle if another district wins. 

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stcllarvm‌:

“well i don’t think anyone would complain with one less tribute if i was just to release the arrow.” the mentor replied back. she could understand that this situation is hard on anyone since no one expected it. “yeah, it’s really not all that great.”

     “ it’d be a shame to lose such a pretty face this early on. ” roland smirked. “ you have to admit -- the captiol is shallow & i’ll be a capitol favorite. have you seen this hair ? i bet you want to run your fingers through it. ” 

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stcllarvm‌:

remus was once grounded to be trapped inside his house for three months after he did something he dad didn’t approve of, so he knew how it felt to be trapped in somewhere you can’t get out of. “no problem. you look like you needed an escape.” he told her with a charming smile. “i’m remus by the way.” he introduced himself. he knew that most people knew him because of his family, well knew him in the way they thought. he started walking towards the street fair, it was one of his favorite places to go during the summer. all the music, food, and clothes were so great and a side of the capitol many people didn’t see.

     “ i’m going to need a permanent escape, but i’ll take what i can get. ” rosie muttered as she walked with him. the capitol was so different compared to the districts. ten was spacious, sometimes you could walk miles without running into anyone. in the capitol, you got bumped into practically every five seconds. “ i’m rosie. ” she introduced herself as well. unfortunately, since the reapings were televised, rosie’s name was already infamous thanks to her sister & quentin last games.

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stcllarvm‌:

“you aren’t either of them mav, you are your own self.” he said to him. “you can make your own legacy, one not of hate and fear but love and hope.” he added. “why is it fair that because we were born in the capitol that we aren’t a part of the games? and you really think the reaping is fair? or how about when people speak out their tongues are removed?” there were many problems remus had with the capitol, not all he could say out of his own fear. “i love you mav and know you are a good guy, but this isn’t good. happy people don’t rebel, i mean do you really think i’m that happy with dad which is why i try to piss him off everyday.”

   “ remus, you can be so naive. ” maverick sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “ if the games were to be disposed off, the citizens of the capitol could revolt. that would be much more disastrous than the districts rising; they have the money & standing to access many more resources. not everyone can be happy; no matter what, someone is not going to like a decision that was made. getting rid of the games does not solve all of our issues. ” 

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stcllarvm‌:

“how can i return home if rosie dies? i can’t. my parents would act like i wasn’t to blame. but i know that if i just died in that arena, rosie would be at home safe and so would dana. and so would so many other innocent people who are no going off to their death.. i didn’t get close to anyone before my games for a reason. you were a little bit unavoidable and i couldn’t kill you since i knew you. and after this game how can i keep doing this forever? mentors don’t retire and i already can’t sleep without waking up screaming.” victoria said to him. “i just want to drink or do something to numb my pain, to make me not feel ever again.. because right now feeling is the worst thing.” victoria never really got close to people growing up, always knowing one day they could die because of the capitol. and now just getting close to be led to more people dying.

     “ in the games, everyone does what they need to do in order to survive. no matter the cost or the outcome. that is what we did. no one can blame us for that. this situation sucks & it isn’t fair, but we’ve made our beds. ” quentin was not as strong as he might appear now. the reaping had killed a part of him. but if he didn’t stay strong, then who would ? “ there have been ninety-nine people before us that have mentored tributes time & time again. some were left incapacitated, barely hanging on by a thread. we’re not the first & we’re unfortunately not going to be the last. you have to get your head in the game, victoria. ”

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fcrcedapathy‌:

she’s been milling about the training room and the tribute center, trying to give her tributes tips and tricks there ( the ones that will listen, at least ). she’s restless, this year, unable to just sit still. SHE’S SO TIRED OF SENDING KIDS OFF TO DIE. she doesn’t even know what to tell them ; still doesn’t really get why she won. “ i’m not sure that’s allowed, “ ella tells her, smile playing at her lips. “ i’m not a tribute, i’m a mentor. “ she’s dressed in plain clothes ( not the ones their escort keeps trying to get her to wear, adorned with flowers. )

     the games were still a year away, but she couldn’t settle down. she was spending every moment she could training. she would gladly listen to any mentor that would give her tips, even mentors that weren’t from her district. she wasn’t too worried, both of her parents had won the games; it almost seemed to be in her blood, but she still wanted to be prepared. clara laughed at the other’s reply. “ i get it, you just don’t want to have a bunch of tributes see you get your ass handed to you. ” the tribute teased playfully, a smile gracing her lips. 

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agridarian‌: 

he hadn’t come with the intent to  interfere,  but standing to survey her for a moment didn’t seem like a crime.  she looked efficient,   maybe  someone to be wary of.  then again,  he couldn’t think of someone he’d met thus far who wasn’t the same.   “ so you can hand my ass to me? ”   he shot right back,  a  smirk  twisting his lips  —  darian standing a little straighter since catching her attention.  his pride wouldn’t allow him to be anything but  relatively  sure that he could come out on top if they were to spar;  but it still wasn’t a chance he was willing to take this early on.   “ don’t let me interrupt you. ”

     clara grinned at his reply. “ i would probably chose the same thing if i were you. ” she had not studied her competition as much as she should have yet, but there was plenty of time for that as the games were still at least a year away. “ i think it’s time for a break. can’t be giving away all my secret moves in the beginning. ” she set the blade back on the racking where she had gotten it & grabbed a towel, dabbing away at the sweat covering the skin on her face. “ i’m clara odair. district four. ”

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tribvte‌:

hazel watched from a distant corner, she had a habit of observing and losing herself in private thoughts and assessments. she saw the skill in the redhead, despite her being quite lithe, it was impressive to say the least. she raised an eyebrow at the question, pulling herself from a leaning position to walk closer. “i’m not sure, do i risk being gutted for practice’s sake?”

     clara watched the other approach. it was undeniable that she was another tribute. perhaps she should have been more knowledgeable on her competition --- their names, districts, & skill sets. a laugh escaped clara’s lips at her words. “ i promise that will walk away from this with nothing more than possibly wounded pride. ” she teased, playfully tapping the dull end of the blade against the other’s arm. “ we can even switch weapons. perhaps escrima sticks ? ”

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capitolpercy‌:

‘listen i’m off the clock now which means no talk of the game and no talk of the tributes.’ all everyone wanted to talk about what the game and the tributes and what he had seen from them so far. he didn’t want to keep playing into the game longer than he had to. ‘so join me for a drink or move down the bar.’

     “ is there actually any such thing as being off the clock ? ” the mentor asked, picking up his drink & taking a swig. his duty definitely wasn’t. he needed to constantly be on the look out for people who would be willing to sponsor the tributes of his district. he was also constantly worried about none of them coming out on the other side.

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capitolbennett‌:

her hand is help up signaling the other to stop talking. her eyes which had been focused on her phone as she finished reply to a message which needed a response immediately. ‘i didn’t catch what you said, had to send out a message. what was it?’ work and managing what she was doing was always a priority even if someone approached her to talk she still continued what she was doing until she was done. 

     “ girl. ” the female looked at the other, a look of disapproval on her face. “ don’t you ever take a break ? the tributes won’t die if you let them to their own devices for ten minutes. ” being a stylist, tatiana was usually busy, but she still made sure to take some time for herself or she would go insane. 

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stcllarvm‌:

jasmine enjoyed being in the capitol since she was able to have luxury that weren’t really in district 3. sure they had technology there and everything, but not as great computers as there were in the capitol. “i got in trouble for hacking government files last year, so i unfortunately can’t do it anymore.” jasmine stated.

    this wasn’t the first time isla was here. she went through this process with her younger sister a few years ago. that’s what gave her more hope when it came to her brother, beck, who was a tribute this year. isla nearly choked on her drink when the female spoke. “ you what ? ” her eyes were wide in shock.

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stcllarvm‌:

remus was able to get off the grounds of the presidential manor for the first time in a few days. after getting off the train from the reaping his parents made him come home for a few days since they couldn’t trust him to be out on his own yet. but he didn’t want to stay there and wanted to meet other tributes and people, so he quickly made his way to the tributes center to see who he could meet there. but right before he entertained the doors he noticed some peacekeepers who were looking for him. he quickly slipped on his hat and sunglasses, and walked in the back door. he went into the lobby, and noticed the peacekeepers walking in. he quickly hid behind a couch a girl was sitting on. “act like i’m not here.” he told her.

     emery looked at the male as he hid behind the couch she was lounging on. she was in between training sessions & was enjoying the much needed break. “ remus.... ” emery’s voice was warning, though a smile was beginning to break through. “ are you hiding from your guards again ? ” the fact that the president’s brother continued to escape his watch without them being the wiser.