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# ODDSFAVORCD — a low - activity indie independent the hunger games multi-muse. featuring canon + crossover + original characters. heavily headcanon based. iconless + mutuals only. plotted dynamics heavily prioritized. run by lizzie. 20s. they/them. est.
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"Home," she murmurs without pausing to think at all. Just certain.
"It smells all wrong here. And it's too... still." Stagnant. "I miss weather," she admits. And, deeper in her blood and more dangerous than that, "The ocean. I'd swim off and... and just never turn around, if I could. Leave this whole country." If she didn't owe it to too many people to come back to her life on shore, anyhow.
Annie grins, a little, dark eyes skimming Elleydee's face bright with wry familiarity — You too, right?
"Where would you go?"
“i miss three,” elleydee says. her voice is soft, quiet, child-like — she wasn't even aware of the words slipping from the mouth until they had.
“i know it's loud, and smelly, and no one ever seems to like it on their victory tours, but it's home,” she says. and it's not that elleydee doesn't get it — she hadn't liked nine or seven on her victory tour either, because they were too different from her home. too quiet, too vast — one of the victors from seven had said that he could probably go a whole week without talking to anyone if he walked in the forest in the right direction, and the idea of that kind of aloneness scared elleydee.
at least people was one thing district thirteen wasn't too short on.
“i've never been swimming,” elleydee admits. her chin is cradled in her hands now, an attentive, wide-eyed expression on her face. “what's it like?”
there'd never been anywhere to swim in three, and there had been the pool in the tribute tower, but elleydee had never wanted to go in — it was deep, and the only people who seemed to use it were victors who already knew how to swim.
༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters
a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!
you weren't supposed to hear that.
don't look at me like i'm the only one lying.
want to tell them, or should i?
you think i don't know what you did?
i've hit people for less.
oh, i thought you already knew.
that's funny, you didn't say that last night.
say that again. i dare you.
you wanna talk about loyalty?
no offense, but if you're the last to know, that's on you.
go ahead - pretend like it wasn't your idea!
they deserve to know the truth.
you didn't hear this from me, but -
oh, so now you care?
don't flatter yourself. you were just convenient.
you crossed a line.
we had bets on how long it would last.
it's not even a secret anymore.
you don't get to cry about it now.
touch me again and see what happens.
say it again. louder this time.
you really thought nobody would find out?
don't act so innocent.
okay, but am i the villain for laughing?
tell me who else knows. right now.
this whole time, and you didn't say a word?
don't act brave now.
you're really gonna do this here?
it wasn't supposed to get this far!
you can't rewrite history.
oh, i'd never say it to their faces.
it was supposed to stay between us.
we're all thinking it, i just said it.
you're not as untouchable as you act.
do you even feel guilty?
they warned me about you.
go ahead, make it worse.
if you repeat this, i'll deny everything.
the next thing out of your mouth better be an apology.
you're about three seconds away from regretting this.
you keep pushing, and i'll push you back.
they're going to find out.
one more lie, and i walk.
they're lying to you.
you need to back off. now.
you're defending them? after everything?
don't try to hide it.
tell me, was i just a placeholder?
you really think sorry fixes this?
there's nothing left to say.
don't act like you're the one hurting.
i don't owe you any explanation.
whatever helps you sleep at night.
you should've seen this coming.
i hope it was worth it.
i told the truth. just not all of it.
you'll miss me before i miss you.
smile. you're ruining the mood.
i'd watch that tone if i were you.
it's not my fault you believed me.
you have such a talent for pretending you're innocent.
we both know this is over.
i never said i was a good person.
i thought you were different.
victor's votes.
enobaria canonically votes yes. and good for her
elleydee votes no, because she doesn't want other ppl getting hurt.
blight probably votes no, UNLESS this is an au where johanna or katrina are dead and then he votes yes.
IF SHE WERE YOUNGER , SHE'D BE KICKING HER FEET from the silly euphoria of all the drink and the teasing . but she isn't , so instead her face is buried in her hands , feeling the warmth of her flush . ❝ stop it ! ❞ she cackles , fond as ever .
❝ my no-good husband's trained my manners out'a me . ❞ asterid insists , sliding her hands down her face where they fall at her legs .
❝ i think i recall it different . i'm a right angel , don't sound like me . but on account of my angelic-ness , i guess i'll be charitable and split it . ❞
“oh, is that right?” hazelle asks. there's a wicked grin on her face, the kind of thing that's only accentuated by the booze. “do you think cesil's been teaching him a few things? or did that cute little thing grow up when i wasn't looking?” burdock had always been like a younger brother to her, so much so that when one of their classmates had asked her once upon a time if they'd been sneaking outside the fence to get it up, she'd reacted like she'd been bitten by a snake — shock and horror and even a slight scream. and sure, she was more grown up now than she was then, but the idea of burdock being a husband still felt strange, sometimes.
“well, thank you very much for your charity, miss everdeen,” hazelle says, giggling. asterid was angelic looking, with blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight and a smile that lit up a room, as hazelle's mawmaw would've said.
@oddsfavorcd (blight) sent: hey, fighter.
Not for the usual reasons, Katrina wakes up with a headache.
It's still something she's adjusting to, the Capitol, the culture - the parties. She's been careful about the parties. She's still learning what exactly being careful means for her. How much is too much to indulge. Evidently, last night was too much, and she will not be making that mistake again. A lot of people say that, but she means it. The struggle she's having to remember her night right now is not something she ever intends to repeat.
There's already light filtering through the window of her room in the suite, eyes narrowing and brows furrowing at the golden haze as sleep-stiff limbs stretch under covers. There's a little grumble, face turning further into the pillowcase. "Please tell me Salvius didn't send you because I need to do something."
“nah,” blight says. “just came in to check on you.” he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed as though he doesn't have a care in the world.
it's not unusual that katrina would sleep this late, but it still makes him worry, particularly after the night they — or mostly she — had had last night. he'd lost count of the various drinks he'd seen her with over the course of the night — he wasn't sure if she'd had all of them or just kept losing them to overeager servers, but judging by the look of her, she'd had enough of them.
he'd been sure to keep an eye on her, but there was only so much he could keep her from. the capitol had gotten it's teeth into her, and there was nothing that either of them could do about it.
“there's breakfast, if you want it. and coffee?”
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"why did you?" it comes out all sharp and defensive. i think i have the right to sound like that. my fingers curl around the inside of my elbows as i slump back into the too-fancy chair, all gold and cream cushions. will coin reupholster everything into her favorite flat grey when she moves in, or does she actually secretly like the opulence - as long as she's the one reveling in it. something twists uncomfortably in the pit of my stomach at the thought.
the longer i look at enobaria, the harder it is to hold onto the sharp point of anger and discomfort that always pricks into my mind when i see her. her eyes almost look wet. what made her vote? sheer hatred? anger? i can understand that. the need for revenge. it's what - well. in our own ways, we voted yes for the same reason, didn't we? she just doesn't know it yet. no one does.
" - for my sister." like everything has been, and it's all been for nothing. a bright flash. screaming. prim's eyes, the way she hadn't even known to be afraid. maybe that should be comforting but it makes me feel like i might throw up. my fingers tighten and i shake my head to try and shake the thought loose, knowing i won't be able to. she's all i've been able to see any time i close my eyes.
“because i wanted them to know what it was like,” enobaria says, before she can think about it. “i wanted them to know what it felt like to sit there, watching their kids in the arena, and know that they couldn't control what happened next, no matter how much they wanted to.” she thinks about the long nights in the mentor chair, the sleepless nights and the feeling of watching two's tributes and knowing that nothing she could do would be able to help them now. she digs her nails into her palm, lets the pain radiate up her hand.
“i wanted them to know what it was like to know if they stepped out of line their children would be slaughtered,” she spits. the words come out with more force than she had meant to give them, but she means them all the same.
there's a long beat after katniss says it was for her sister where enobaria doesn't know what to say.
“i saw her on television,” she manages, finally. “cute kid.” primrose had been cute, with her blonde braids and cute smile. enobaria hadn't wanted to watch any of the clips that primrose had been in; she'd walked out of the room anytime she appeared on television. looking at prim had made something in enobaria's gut twist sharply. there was something in the back of her mind that made her think she'd look up and see adonis in prim's place.
“i did it for my brothers. the games, i mean,” she finally says.
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@knowstruth (ana) sent: do you ever stop talking?
at that, glimmer does stop talking. there's a moment where her heart catches in her chest; what ana has said is the kind of thing she's afraid of being — too much. the capitol doesn't like when girls are too much, or too needy. so glimmer had learned to make do with what she had, and to make sure that she always paid attention to how she was coming across. still, she doesn't let it phase her. there's no outward display of anxiety; her face stays as composed as ever.
instead, she looks at ana; raises an eyebrow. it's the kind of expression she's practiced in a mirror until it looked exactly how she wanted it to.
“don't they teach you any manners in two?” she asks, looking ana up and down. her tone of voice very much insinuates that they are not, in fact, taught any manners in district two. “or is that something you just happen to lack?”
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@oddsfavorcd: “smile. you're ruining the mood.” from enobaria
stirring the pot starters / accepting
"right. wouldn't want to ruin the mood for a bunch of people who are about to get off on watching a bunch of kids die." it's her first time as a mentor, and she's far from happy about it. addison isn't the sort who can pretend to be something she isn't, making her at odds with the social element of it all. addison crosses her arms, leaning up against the wall. "the kid's fourteen and ninety pounds soaking wet. best advice i could have given her was to step off the platform early. at least then it'd be quick." addison didn't actually tell the girl she was mentoring to do that, she's not that reckless with capitol expectations, but she might as well have. the kid doesn't stand a chance, and addison wants to be done with this.
“right,” enobaria says. “your girl is fourteen, and she doesn't have a chance. but what happens when she makes it out of the bloodbath? it's happened before, you know.” it wasn't exactly common for tributes that young to make it out of the bloodbath, but it had happened.
she leans against the wall, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “and what happens when she does? what happens when she's starving, or thirsty, or cold? how exactly are you going to live with yourself knowing the reason you couldn't give her comfort in her final moments was because you refused to play nice with sponsors?”
she flashes a smile, all teeth.
she knows that victors from districts other than her own and districts one and four didn't choose to be here, not the way she had, but she has little patience for victors who choose to wallow in their own misery like this. you won, and all that was asked of you was that you sucked it up and dealt with it and tried to help the kids that came after you as best you could. shit, she hadn't asked for her teeth, and she could have spent the years wallowing in her own self-pity, drinking and crying, but that wasn't fair. not to her trainers, not to her mentor, and certainly not to two's tributes who had come after her.
“and what happens if she wins? how are you going to explain to her that the reason she never got any sponsor gifts was because you wouldn't smile and play along with the sponsors?”
somehow, she's never felt smaller than she does under glimmer's piercing gaze, dripping with a unique brand of judgement that makes her want to squirm out of her own skin. clove has never been the prettiest, or the most pleasant, or even the most tolerable. nobody has ever desired her the way the girl from one has surely been desired her whole life: like a rare jewel. it's never quite bugged her until now, and fingers curl into tight, defensive fists by her sides.
in a moment, the blonde strips clove of the one thing she's always had going for her: her danger. what's left of her when her bloody canines are dulled by razor - sharp insults? muscles in her jaw flutter; teeth clench tight enough to break. nose twitches when golden locks that smell of fruit and elegance whack her square in the face. when fingers unfurl, hand slowly, slowly, slowly rises. she reaches for that otherworldly hair with every intention to yank as hard as she can muster . . . until she's reminded of peacekeepers looming in every corner, tracking her every move behind anonymous masks.
❝ just wait, ❞ the dark - haired girl opts to murmur lowly, standing unsteadily on her tiptoes so she can linger as closely to glimmer as possible, ❝ your hot and bothered, old, fat sponsors won't be able to save you when i get my hands on you. i'm thinking . . . ❞ brows crease in a faux display of contemplation, ❝ i'll start with your hair; chop off every precious strand until you feel as pathetic as you are. and then i'll carve that pretty smile into a nasty scowl, and we'll see how desirable they think you are then. ❞
wobbly feet drop back down to a semi - stable stance. wicked grin tugs at her lips; bloodlust dilates pupils. ❝ useless, ❞ she proclaims, ❝ just like every other piss poor excuse for a tribute your stupid district has ever produced. ❞
clove wobbles slightly, standing on her tiptoes to make herself as big as possible in front of glimmer. it's a threat display, like a cornered animal, and as far as glimmer's concerned, it means she's gotten under clove's skin. good.
glimmer smiles. it's the kind of perfectly practised smile that declares itself a threat. “okay, honey,” she purrs, twisting a perfect curl around her finger. “keep on telling yourself that. i'm sure that's your favorite thing to imagine alone at night, huh?” she looks clove up and down, the smirk never leaving her lips. the insult is clear — clove is so obsessed with her that she can't get her mind off her, even alone.
glimmer is used to that. something about her just gets people obsessed.
“oh, and if you think my sponsors are old and fat?” she asks, her voice casual, despite the heaviness of the subject matter. “just wait until you see yours. we're all just young little pieces of meat to them.”
@wondersfull (delly) sent: “good. be kind to yourself.”
hazelle smiles at delly. the lighting of district thirteen is harsh on the younger woman's face, accentuating her dark circles. hazelle can only imagine her own are worse — she hasn't been sleeping well since they'd gotten to thirteen, even before the bombings hard started. she doesn't imagine any of them have been.
“thank you,” she says, reaching out and squeezing delly's hand lightly in what she hopes is a comforting fashion.
“you should be, too,” she says, and she can hear her voice taking on that specific tone of voice that she always associates with being a mother. “district thirteen is...” she pauses, exhales. “it's quite a change. for all of us.”
@lovedunexpectedly (hero) sent: “at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?”
“gladly,” portia says. the president's mansion is so crowded that she can barely breathe. the victory banquet is always an overwhelming experience — even more so this year, with the fervor that the seventy-fourth games has kicked up.
she can only imagine how peeta is feeling. last time she'd seen him, he'd been trying to politely decline as some pushy capitolite tried to get him to sign her baby. luckily, haymitch hadn't been far, and despite her own problems with the man, she knew he'd intervene if peeta needed him to.
she follows hero outside, exhaling as the noise from inside turns into a dull roar. she hadn't realized how loud it had been until the noise stopped. the night air is cool and portia breathes it in. “how do you handle all of this?” she asks, quietly.
this was her first year. she hadn't expected to be the center of attention quite yet.
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