sharpen up

[oftaiga]

thvrns:

“Since you’re so adapted to the forest, what are you going to do if there are no trees in the arena ? That would be dampen your little readjustment, wouldn’t it ? I can only imagine how easily you’d wither away in hellish heat like the desert of the 69th Games…Hm - I do certainly hope the odds are in your favor.” The female victor remarked with a sarcastic smile and a raised brow. She scoffed at his ability to remain calm, thinking it would take more than two weeks to become accustomed to the idea of slaughtering your companions. Mia had build relationships with these people in the eight years since her victory. While some kept their distance, she had meaningful conversations with others that would only make them that much harder to kill. How did the Capitol expect them to stab their colleagues in the back ? “I’m sure you’d like to think that about us Careers, but I’m sorry to tell you, but the academy is far more evolved than that. They do teach us more than how to maim and kill for glory, you know.” She remarked with a roll of her eyes, wondering whether or not he would call her bluff. While the career academy she attended trained its students in survival tactics, it was only a fraction of time in comparison to how long they practiced footwork and kill angles. 

“adapt, i guess. what choice is there?” jax shrugged. he was no stranger to careers or their games, not after all the years he’d been stuck in the capitol, and he decided not to give her hypotheticals the time of day. he’d hate the desert, he’d hate everything about such an arena, but he remembered something about cutting into cacti for water. were they all that different from his trees? “that so? the academies are more evolved than teaching children how to play into the glory of all this, huh?” jax made a face, as if he were genuinely surprised by the news. it would be so easy to get worked up, to shout at her for her part in transforming children into murderers, but he chose not to delve into the ugly details. “never knew. all of my years of watching, it’s you careers that seem to die off when the food from the cornucopia dwindles. but i’m just from seven. you know a hell of a lot more than i do.” in a sense she did, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. he knew plenty about the things that mattered to him, and the hunger games just didn’t rank. “what’s it you want, two? aside from giving me hell?”

[oftaiga]

izzywctt:

letting out a sigh and pinching the bridge of her nose, she realized she should’ve kept her frustration and anger bottled up in front of those she actually cared about and called not just her allies but friends. “i’m sorry, it’s just — i thought we’d be done with this since the first time it happened, but i guess you’re never done with the games until you’re dead.” it was painfully true. as long they all lived, they would always have a connection with the games. whether it was mentoring, going to stupid parties for the capitol’s citizen or anything else snow wanted. but she didn’t realize that until her name was called by her escort one more time. “i know you’re not. let’s go.” she said starting to walk towards the training room. 

jax understood her frustration, because he saw the very same emotion mirrored in the faces of so many others. career tributes and outliers alike seemed genuinely shocked by the news that they were to be thrown back into the arena and forced to fight for their lives again. no other victors had ever entered the arena twice, no other victors had ever been forced to battle their peers, they were supposed to be safe. furious as he was, jax couldn’t say that he was surprised. “i know,” he murmured gently, “i get it. there aren’t many of us that wanna be here, but this time we’ve got advantage. we’ve all done this before, we know what to expect, and...?” he hesitated for a moment before daring to say more in a hushed tone. “maybe we can make it harder for the capitol.” jax offered izzy a hand as she stood and walked along with her toward the training room. “at least this time around we’ve got alliances going into the arena, and one we know we can trust too.”

[leedongwook]

Bellamy Blake “your pretty face body” Appreciation [143/?]

[oftaiga]

thvrns:

Mia found pride in the way she continued to maintain her health. As cataclysmic as she was, the dark-haired victor used physical exercise to keep herself sane. She yearned for the adrenaline that accompanied the practice, given it took her mind off the screams and images of lifeless bodies and red-stained snow. The female victor looked at Jax with intrigue, wondering how he managed to keep it all together. They were being primed for murder, yet he seemed almost CALM. Ultimately, she was astounded by his demeanor, since she was inches from breaking. But despite her internal struggles, she pressed on, knowing she needed as much information on the other tributes as possible. “I wouldn’t be so hopeful that your skill will return. How long has it been for you ? Ten years ? Some of us have always the swing of it and will continue to have that expertise in the arena. You don’t seem phased by this all, which is foolish considering you’ll be dead in a few weeks.” She retorted, though her wildest nightmares dreams never prepared her to be in this position for a second time. 

despite capitolites’ colorful fashion sense and laughable accents, there was something dark about this place. the people here held parties over children’s deaths and let their own children watch the carnage, it was sick. jax didn’t belong in a place like this, he belonged in the forest where his skills were useful and his life wasn’t wasted on silly parties and interviews. he’d never trusted the capitol, no one with half a brain did, but the announcement that victors would be thrown back into the arena had shaken him to the core. he’d thought, at the very least, that promise would be kept. uprooted as he was, jax would be damned if he let the people here see that side of him. he would swallow the pain, the emotion, he’d always been good at that after all. “i’ve been working in the forests since i left the arena,” jax replied plainly, “it’s a matter of readjusting, that’s all.” he shrugged a shoulder and shifted his axe into one hand. still holding the knob, he rested his weight onto the eye of his weapon. “dead? nah. i’m better off than most of you. i’ve got survival skills that you careers seem to lack.” in truth, he probably was dead, but there was no good that could come from letting her know that.

[oftaiga]

izzywctt:

she agreed with him, to an extent. they had defeated careers before, but that didn’t mean they were killed by her hand. other tributes and the nature of the arena had done that for her, yet she managed to be victorious and win the games. her kill count was still lower than most of the victors and while she had stayed in shape and trained with others, her confidence wasn’t so high. “do you want to die together in the arena too? how about we plan that.” the sarcasm in her voice was clear as water, her frustration has a lot to do with that. “you still want to train?”

while he understood her anger, her refusal to play a part in the hunger games, he couldn’t understand the way that she’d seemingly given up on everything they stood for. death seemed inevitable, he realized that, but to accept it without trying to do anything to protect themselves or make some sort of change? that he couldn’t understand. “guess that’s a better option than some,” to die alone, at the hands of some brutal career, sounded pretty damn bad. at least if he and izzy died together they’d face whatever came next side by side. “but i’m not plannin’ my death, not unless something useful is going to come out of it.” he nodded and motioned toward the training room. “of course, i’m not gonna take any of this bitterness personally. i’m not your enemy.”

[oftaiga]

JAX NAVARRO ✖ victor of the 65th hunger games

the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams. now the darkness got a hold on me. i have seen what the darkness does. say goodbye to who I was. i ain't never been away so long. don't look back them days are gone. follow me into the endless night. i can bring your fears to life. show me yours and I'll show you mine. meet me in the woods tonight.

[leedongwook]

Bellamy Blake “your pretty face body” Appreciation [144/?]

[oftaiga]

thvrns:

Mia eyed the training dummy, raising her brow at the proof that he missed his mark. The ugly indent was enough to make her know Jax had potential, considering she saw his Games just two years before her own. She knew she would not be the one to cut him down, but one of the other Career victors probably would. The thought of losing one of the victors who might understand her pain was upsetting, but she did not let it show on her face. Instead, the female victor continued to watch him with an amused expression.“Perhaps, but unlike trees, but people will fight back - Especially this particular group.” She hinted, considering they all had to kill at least one person to be alive for the Quell. “That makes cutting people more difficult.”

work in the forests of district seven had never been easy, but it was peaceful. he’d only been gone a few days and already he missed the sound of the birds chirping and the wind in the canopies of the trees. he’d likely never go home again. still, he had a leg up on so many of the victors here. where some had let the riches go to their heads, he’d gotten back to work with his trusty axe in hand. it wasn’t peaceful here, the axe didn’t have quite the right weight, but he’d learn to use it as lethally as he had last time. even if he didn’t win, jax would go down fighting. “don’t be a fool,” he retorted, shifting the axe between his hands. “all living things fight when you end their lives. a tree would probably survive a wound like that, a person? doesn’t matter i missed.” the loss of blood, the sheer pain, would be deadly. “i’ll get the swing of it. we’ve got plenty of time before the games begin.”

[oftaiga]

dvinas:

a small chuckle slipped past her red stained lips. “like snow would ever blame himself. i’m sure he would’ve found a way to pin it on some poor sucker.” she spoke, shaking her head slightly. davina never bothered to hide her disdain for anyone  or anything. she didn’t care what the people thought of her, and the last thing she needed or wanted was their approval. “is it just me, or do the crowds seem bigger than ever this year? i didn’t even realize there were this many people in the capitol.” 

“get caught sayin’ something like that,” jax shook his head slightly, “and it might be you.” it was no secret to the people of the lesser districts that panem’s president wasn’t kind or fair, but the people here seemed to go out of their way to believe snow’s lies. if only they’d wake up, perhaps if they had the capitolites on their side there would be some change... his gaze shifted to the people waving and shouting and he found himself studying their frenzied expressions. unique as they tried to be, not one of them stood out. "the districts wouldn’t have to work so hard if this place wasn’t filled to the brim with mouths to feed.” he huffed. helpless, selfish, spoiled rotten mouths to feed, he may have added if he wasn’t damn sure that snow was listening in somehow. jax dropped his voice. “sad isn’t it? all we’ve given over the years and they can’t wait to see which of us dies first.” 

[oftaiga]

izzywctt:

“there’s no point, jax.” she wasn’t going to lie to him. even if she did, he’d probably be able to tell the way words came out of her mouth. she wasn’t going to pretend that training was going to make much of a difference, they’d be wasting their time doing something they thought they’d be done with the first time they exited the arena. “we can train all we want and for what? it’s not like they’ll pull some stunt and let all of us out of there. in our dreams.”

he understood her frustration. the hunger games were a bloody memory that he’d never been able to escape and now they’d returned to the capitol as tributes yet again. the capitol had won, would turn friend against the people they thought they could count on. “no,” jax refused, “they won’t, but that doesn’t mean one of them has to win.” they’d defeated careers before, so many of these victors had. if the capitol would see to it that the victors were killed, jax would make damn sure that whoever won wasn’t one of president snow’s lapdogs. “besides, wouldn’t you rather spend our last days together?”

[oftaiga]

izzywctt:

the next time she stepped into the tribute center, she thought it’d be to mentor another tribute who would not make it past the first day of the games. this time, she was the one who was going to step into the arena for the second damn time. part of her didn’t even want to train, what was the point? she knew all of these people, she had seen their games and knew how they had fought. still, she wasn’t the best at reading others and now they were all experienced killers. she spent too much time thinking about the outcomes that she spaced out from her surroundings. with a quick shake of her head, she looked up directing her attention to the other victor. “what?”

“come on, iz,” jax murmured, nudging her gently. “much fun as all this moping looks, we’ve gotta train. there’s work to do.” to be a tribute again meant certain death, but he refused to focus on that for now. he’d mourned his freedom, his family, his forests, on the way to the capitol and now he was prepared to put up a fight. if they were going to rob him of his life, he’d be damned if he didn’t rebel in some small way. “and if you won’t come on your own, i’ll drag you.” he was teasing, mostly teasing, but he spoke as plainly as ever so only a familiar few would likely catch on. “so what’s it gonna be?” 

[natashas-bucky]

get to know me: [3/5] relationships ♡ bellamy and raven

‘we need you. you may be a huge pain in the ass, but you’re smart.’

[oftaiga]

thvrns:

“Well, you certainly seem to be a bit out of practice.” Mia remarked with an amused smirk, bringing her hand up to her lips to cover her bubbling laughter. She had just come from the fitness center and happened upon a tribute who had been reaped like she had. Being the woman she was, it only seemed right to test the waters before their training process began. “I do hope you don’t hurt yourself during training. It would be a shame if you didn’t make it to the arena.” The female added with a righteous tone and a testing smile. 

jax had spent the past ten years trying to forget the hunger games and getting back to his old routine in district seven. the thud of his blade in the wood no longer made him picture bloodied tributes, nor horrific muttations, but the serenity of the forest. he’d missed his mark, the edge of the axe burrowing into the dummy’s shoulder rather than its skull, but he’d still managed to leave a deep, ugly indent. pulling the blade from the training dummy, he spared a single, backward glance. “i’ve never in the practice of murdering for sport,” he paused and refocused his attentions, “but people are easier to cut than trees.”

[oftaiga]

dvinas:

“unless you have something important to say, or someone’s dying, i suggest you go find someone else to bother.” davina spoke, without even glancing in the person’s direction. she was mad to say the least, and the last thing she wanted was company.

jax hated the capitol, he hated the flamboyant people and their utter disregard for human lives. that said, he tried his damnedest to remain impassive when the crowds might be watching. it wasn’t worth the scandal. still, there was something in the tone of her voice that caused him to smirk and take notice of the fiery victor. he shook his head. “dying? in the capitol? our dear president wouldn’t forgive himself.” his words were laced with sarcasm though they were perfectly polite if anyone were to question his meaning. in a lower tone, however, he added.

[dailybellamyblake]

[tim-lucy]

[meginatree]

That’s how it’s done.

#okay serious questions bellamy#where the fuck did you learn to throw an axe on the ark#like is that guard training 101#axe throwing????#calm down johanna mason 2.0

[dailybellamyblake]