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maximilian max constantine. district one. not a loverboy. "how to be a monster: 1. learn the taste of dirt and p a i n . 2. teach it to others till your knuckles bleed. 3. see if that makes it easier to b r e a t h e."

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born-and-dying:

The laugh that came from Axel’s lips then was not a happy one. It had no pleasure under it and was far to sharp. He looked over at Max and shook his head a bit. “You wanna test that because I have a few in me and I am still sure I could beat you half way into next week.” Axel promised looking over at Max. He made no move to back up his threat, which was given in a low drawl. 

Max didn’t move anything but his head, cocking it to the side. “You’re so drunk that you think fighting a career with fourteen years of training and a victor as a mother is a good idea? Maybe you should call it a night.”

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returning-blackwell:

Oh, so this was one of those tributes. Because Pluto hadn’t dealt with enough of them already.

Making a face of distaste, the taller of the two rolled his eyes in annoyance. “No, actually. They’re just long enough that people like you don’t even register on my radar.” He paused to wring out some of the liquid from his shirt, actually chuckling at the prediction.

“Yeah, that might be a little more threatening if it wasn’t coming from someone I could accidentally crush under my boot.“

Witty comments were always amusing to Max, but for some reason he liked it better when people were scared off by him. Even if he hated himself for it, it was always easier that way. He would’ve liked it better if Pluto just meekly walked away, but it didn’t seem as though he was that type of person. 

“Boot? Interesting choice of weapon. I’d go with a sword for you--then maybe you’d stand half a chance...until you lost an arm. Dismemberment...Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

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syrenaclementx4:

          Max was oddly nonchalant about her advances, and it only pushed Syrena to go further. Back home, all she had to do was adjust her cleavage to get a reaction from several sets of hungry eyes, yet even after a couple of drinks, this was proving to be a challenge. “Oh, it can vary, depending on what you’re into,” she purred, leaning in close to whisper in his ear and show off her cleavage as an added bonus, “but basically, I figured we could make out a little and then head somewhere more private– your room, for instance, to fuck each other senseless. Interested?”

Most people assumed that Max had his way with every girl that came onto him--which, admittedly, was an unreasonably large amount considering his cold personality. Most people assumed this because, well, Max got everything he wanted...seemingly. In reality, he’d never been with anyone but Zoe. He wasn’t sure he’d ever even thought about being with anyone but Zoe. But, hey, if he was going to die for her, he only had a limited time to be with other people. It was just too convenient that she wouldn’t even speak to him for the time being. 

“I admire your subtlety,” he responded after a while, his voice low, “What would you do if I said no?” It wasn’t that he was uninterested--that much was obvious by how long his gaze had lingered on her breasts--but he wanted to see how she reacted to rejection. He doubted she was very used to it.

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flaxoro:

That was a question Flax couldn’t answer; his expertise was needlework, not partying and the glitz accompanied. He had swapped his drink, likely spiked with some ‘quirky’ Capitol hallucinogen, for tap water. His trust for the sink outweighed the bottles spread out on the lackluster counter. He envisioned the Capitol and upper districts full to the brim with alcohol; the boy–no, man–in front of him sported a hefty frame that likely belonged to a Career-invested zone.

An uneasy expression masked his face as he countered, “You shouldn’t drink if you don’t like it.”

Max knitted his eyebrows together the second the other boy spoke. Had he not seen this tribute before? He thought he’d carefully examined everyone, but he didn’t seem to remember the person in front of him. Regardless, he was quick to make assumptions. He seemed meek, probably from a middle or lower district, and worried. Whether or not any of these snap judgements were true, Max didn’t know. But the guy seemed like a small enough threat to respond to.

“No one drinks alcohol because they like it.”

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misselitojo:

Eli wasn’t the biggest fan of drinking. Sure she had had a drink here or there, but she wasn’t out partying. She had more important things to do back in District Two. She took a sip of her drink and looked over at Max who appeared to be having a bad time. She giggled at his comment. “Nah. The Capitol wouldn’t poison us before the show. It would ruin their fun.”

Max shrugged and stood a bit taller, even though he already greatly overshadowed Eli. “Or make things more interesting.”

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syrenaclementx4:

          She laughed, genuinely for once. Rather than trying to threaten Max, she was actually amused by him and her brain was far too clouded by alcohol for her to try to mask that she was actually enjoying his company. Syrena’s eyes lingered on his form, her mind drawing a second conclusion– Max was very attractive, and her next words were as suggestive as Syrena could muster when drunk, and said casually while she poured herself another glass and drank its contents. “That’s not exactly what I was thinking of you doing to my ass tonight.”

Max definitely wasn’t oblivious to her stare. In fact, it gave him a bit of that familiar rush. He liked being noticed...a little too much. After she spoke, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He definitely needed some more alcohol in him. “Guess we can save it for later. What did you have in mind tonight?” Did he just say that? He gulped down another drink.

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born-and-dying:

“Yeah, and then we light our throats on fire and see who can survive the longest.” Axel shot back before taking a nice big drink, which finished off his glass. He tossed it into the nearest trash can and watched it bonce in. His head warm and fuzzy. To fuzzy to deal with the shit that was coming out of Max’s mouth. He watched the other barely get down his drink and scoffed. “Thats weak.” He mumbled. 

“Your lifestyle is fascinating,” he drawled, only to be slightly offended when he heard the word ‘weak’. Back home, it was usually said by his father, and followed by a swift slap. He winced slightly at the thought. “You’re weak, fucker.”

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evieavina:

Sure, a few tributes had scared her, even threatened her life, but none had been like this. Those she could handle; those she had expected. But, someone just being this mean? When he spoke, and when he kept speaking, saying those things - oh what horrible things - she started to see them. Evie started to remember how it felt to be tormented by the brothers. 

Evie didn’t want to start crying, but she couldn’t stop herself. Over the last couple days, she had been bottling it up, and he was sending her over the edge by reminding her of the horrible things that were a part of her past. Pushing herself up, and him to the side as hard as she could, Evie tried to escape. Unfortunately, she didn’t get far before she stepped in the glass Max was blaming her for dropping, falling to the floor with a yelp. 

Guilt. Regret. Self-hatred. All things he was not a stranger to, and all usually traced to one thing: his nasty habit of taking things too far. This was only the first phase of being a tribute. The train ride was meant to be peaceful--well, as peaceful as a death march could be...but Max was already causing pain and chaos. He watched Evie’s blood stain the shards of glass, and couldn’t do anything more than stand there like a gaping idiot. “Fuck--Why’d you walk on broken glass with--with no shoes?!”

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amity--horrorgames:

“Oh, that wouldn’t be very entertaining for the people back home.”  Amity couldn’t help but to joke, taking a small sip from his own cup (of juice).  “I wouldn’t really feel comfortable drinking around the rest of the others anyway.  I’d be waiting for someone to screw me over, if we were to be honest.  Can’t really say that I’d be surprised if it happened with someone else here anyway either.”

“You think someone’ll take you out on the train?” Max laughed slightly, a bit sinister, and took another sip. “Doesn’t seem too unrealistic. Especially if you get drunk around Four. She’d rip a twig like you apart with her pinky.”

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          Syrena’s eyes locked on Max’s as soon as she saw him reaching for his glass, and for a moment she thought her eye caught something– a faint smile. Brushing it off as nothing but an alcohol-generated mistake, Syrena was quick to wrap her fingers around the bottle once more, her sharp ring clinking against the glass as she poured herself another drink yet paused before doing the same for Max. “Cute. You’re like a child with enormous muscles. Want some more, or am I going to have to drink alone?”

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“A child?” Now Max was frowning. He’d never been treated like a child--even when he was one. He refused to be called one by someone who was meant to be his ally. “How many children have you met that could kick your ass in a minute flat?” Despite the treat, he accepted her offer of drinks and finished off another, turning his head away so she wouldn’t see the hint of a wince.

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born-and-dying:

Watching Max take, what seemed like, his first sip of alcohol, Axel rolled his eyes. All these guys from the upper districts had to have things just so. Honestly, he had eaten way worse tasting things just to keep himself going. Alcohol was sort of sweet to his mouth. It burned, some of it, but there was this amazing stuff you could mix with the alcohol and it tasted even better. “No, trust me, gasoline tastes way worse.” Axel grunted. He’d had to suck some out of a broken down guards car once. It was just to get things flowing and most times you didn’t ever get any into your mouth but he’s just put a bit to much pressure on it. 

Axel’s answer entertained Max immediately. He gave a small, smug smile before leaning back into the wall. “Is that what they drink in Twelve? Bet it goes well with whatever leftover scraps you eat,” he almost laughed at his own joke, but choked back the chuckle with another swig. He didn’t mind the burning, but the taste was still foreign to him.

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evieavina:

Evie didn’t notice Max until he was tripping over her chair, his drink falling to the floor and shattering. The noise didn’t seem to phase the rest of the cart (seeing as there had been multiple glasses already dropped), but Evie was wishing it had. Max was staring at her like he was ready to eat her alive, and all she could do was stare back with her eyes wide. “I…” she started, not sure of how to finish. 

If Max hadn’t been in a mood that night, he might feel bad for yelling at Evie like that. He’d never been the nicest person, but he was able to feel compassion--especially for those younger and more helpless than him. Tonight, though, he felt no compassion. “’I...I-I...,” he mocked, “You...forgot how to get the fuck out of people’s way? You...are ready to clean the glass off the ground?”

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returning-blackwell:

Pluto never meant to join the so-called “party” in the back of the train. He only meant to sneak in long enough to grab a bottle of whatever alcohol they had to offer, and slip right back out.

 Of course with him, things seldom went according to plan.

He got the bottle yes, but as he was leaving the room– head tilted back while he took a swig– Pluto found himself knocking into another tribute and spilling the contents down the front half of his shirt. Because why not make himself look all the less capable in front of the others, right?

Cursing under his breath, Pluto gritted his teeth and attempted to hold the cold, damp shirt out and away from his torso.

“I’m just– I’m gonna go.”

When Max had decided to grace everyone at the party with his presence, he hadn’t imagined wearing more alcohol than he was drinking. “Are you limbs so fucking long that you forgot how to control them?” Max’s frown took up nearly half his face. “Jesus, you’ll be an easy kill.” Max never meant to bring up murder--it wasn’t something he even liked to think about--but small things pissed him off easily, and his filter evaporated in the presence of anger.

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syrenaclementx4:

          Syrena seemed to be one of the few people in the cart actually enjoying herself. She’d often sneak out of her house for some nights of fun with people she’d become acquainted to in the training center, and eventually grew to know what houses to visit and what to drink and how much of it. The burning down her throat was a reminder of the fun she had, and fun was a rare thing in the lifestyle of a Career. A night a week of partying, a night of sex, a night of reckless fun. She headed to the bar when her glass had been emptied in search of a particular drink, and only after smelling several bottles did she realize that the one she was searching for was in the grasp of none other than Maximilian himself. 

          “Gasoline? This shit is great!” Syrena reached for a glass of an equal size to Max’s, and after pouring the same liquid into it, she raised the glass to her lips and tilted it, bringing all its contents straight down into her mouth. “You’re not meant to sip it, you pretty idiot, you’re meant to just drink the whole thing at once. Do you not have booze in One, B i c e p s?”

Max tried to scowl at Syrena, but instead a smirk flashed across his face. He had to admit: she intrigued him. He was quick to bring his glass to his lips and shoot the liquid fire down his throat, hoping she hadn’t caught the flicker of a smile. Afterward, he couldn’t help but violently shake his head, inhaling sharply before speaking, “Getting drunk wasn’t really part of the training process.”

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evieavina:

Evie was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring at the scene in front of her. They were laughing and dancing, and all she could do was soak it in. Beside her there was a bottle of alcohol, barely touched (she had found the taste to be quite appalling). Evie had never been in a room like this before in her life, a room full of life, and she wasn’t sure what to do next. 

Max had been standing in the same corner since the start of the party, finishing off one glass of whisky after another. He would’ve stayed there all night, but he caught a flash of red hair that startled him out of his state of comfort. Instinctively, Max rushed to the opposite side of the car to escape Zoe. He was hardly even on his way when his foot caught on the leg of Evie’s chair, causing him to stumble enough to drop his glass. “Fucking--” He looked back at Evie with a sneer, the sound of shattering glass sounding like a soundtrack.

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Max had never had a drink in his life--“It’ll ruin everything you’ve worked for,” his parents always said--but now there didn’t seem to be any reason not to. Shakily, he poured some foul-smelling substance into a small glass. He’d need it, if he was going to stick around these nauseating people for more than a couple minutes. He tried not to wince as he took a sip, but failed miserably. “Do you think they’re serving us drink gasoline?” He wasn’t asking anyone in particular.

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syrenaclementx4:

THE CAREERS.

➥ maximilian constantine. eli tojo. syrena clement. zoë levesque.