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pixel trinkett. winner of the 41st hunger games. mentor to district 3.

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[newyorkdarlings-blog]

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.  ― Sylvia Plath

[pixelectrocute]

furiouschoir‌:

In hindsight, Varinia should’ve woken the girl up the moment she’d stepped into the elevator. It’d been jarring, to see someone just lying on the floor, but she’d assumed she’d needed the rest. The girl had looked just a tad bit familiar (she was either a tragically young victor or another poor tribute marked for death) and Varinia, quite frankly, hadn’t wanted to deal with it. But the girl was awake now and Varinia could no longer ignore the issue. 

“Varinia, floor ten. Are you alright?”

Pixel pushed herself to a standing position. Her eyes were struggling to adjust to the light. Varinia. That was a victor’s name. Good. Pixel hated interacting with the tributes. They only reminded her of her time in the arena, of Trini. “I’m fine.” How other mentors could stand to go through this every single year without being completely plastered or high was a mystery. “Pixel. Could you hit floor three for me?”

She hesitated to ask the questions, but finally Pixel sighed and said, “Are either of your tributes worth a damn this year?”

[pixelectrocute]

mondaytwilight‌:

“nonono. I’m Monday. that’s my name.” in eleven, most people knew what a twilight kid was. so it wasn’t a reaction her name had gotten before. the name monday was pretty common.

“victor. okay!” Monday was going to elect to ignore the fact that she was off putting. yeah. she knew that. her leg tended to do that to people, along with the personality of ive literally been stuck in a basement since i was six. it wasn’t what she was going to try to improve while she was here. not when she had to learn to walk without a cane.

“yeah. my family more than anyone.” she shrugged. the twilights across the district WERE her family. the thought didn’t even cross her mind to wonder why none of them had voulenteered. she just tried another bite of the pasta, grinning. “i didn’t even know you could get this much food in one place.

“Your name is Monday?” Pixel asked. It seemed a ridiculous name to her, but she was certain each district’s unique names would sound ridiculous to those in other districts. She barely looked old enough to be involved in the reaping. Then again, starvation was known to distort the body. Pixel had been lucky enough never to experience that sort of hunger. 

“How old are you?” She asked, beginning to gently massage her temples with her fingers. Pixel didn’t want to know. Not really, but her head was throbbing and she wanted to get this girl to stop bothering her. She seemed the sort that a few question could get her talking enough that Pixel wouldn’t have to listen anymore. 

“Yeah. The distribution of resources is a real tragedy.” She sighed. This is why she hated talking to anyone from the poor districts now. Their lives were all some sort of tragedy, as if they had a corner on the market. “If you eat too much, you’re going to make yourself sick.”

[pixelectrocute]

mondaytwilight‌:

“i’m monday. um… eleven!” the girl stepped in with her crutch before leaning on the side. she knew the attention was probably on her leg, turned out to the side permanently. bur she wasn’t going to bring it up unless the other lady did.

“what district are you from? are you a tribute too? do you like all the food? i think it’s crazy.” she’d never seen this much food in one place. the awe of it was clearly displayed by the amount she had balenced in a box under her arm. they’d given her a tupperware to take with her, and she was thrilled.

“It’s Monday?” She repeated, more than slightly confused. Her nose turned up at the mention of the eleventh floor. That was a miserable district. Finally, she pushed herself to a standing position. Pixel looked over the young girl in front of her. She was about the age that Pixel had been when she was reaped. She was going to die. “You ask too many questions. It’s off-putting.” She said simply.

Her games had only been four years ago. Surely, this girl had been old enough to watch them. Was she trying to be polite or was she truly so oblivious? “District 3. No. I’m a victor. The food is adequate. I guess it’s a lot if you’re starving, but your district always is, huh?”

[pixelectrocute]

wandcrland‌:

there weren’t many things raf loved more than a good coffee, and unfortunately for him (and unsurprisingly) the capitol had the best coffee in panem, it was definitely better than what he got in district six, and better than the few cups he tasted during his tour as well. but when raf went to get his signature oat milk vanilla latte, and it transpired that they had simply ran out of oat milk he was equal parts confused and annoyed. “what do you mean you don’t have oat milk? this is the capitol you have everything.” he ended up settling with soya milk but begrudgingly so. “ridiculous.” he whispered halfway through his groaning.

raf turned to the person who had just witnessed him stress himself out about dairy free milk, not many people cared too much about what they put into their bodies but raf was definitely one of them. putting his hand up to stop them from speaking, he rambled on further, “i already know what you’re going to say - ‘is there a difference?’ and yes, yes there is.”  he tipped a few spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee and stirred begrudgingly as he carried on mumbling underneath his breath. “soya milk… am i savage?”

Pixel was lounging in the eatery and attempting to nurse the dregs of a hangover when a familiar voice managed to pull her attention. It was one of the victors from District 6. They’d met several times over the years as mentors, but she didn’t really know him. The most that she knew about him is that he was heralded as one of the most vicious of them all. If she remembered correctly he’d had ten kills or more during his games. Savage was perhaps an understatement. It struck her as humorous to watch him throw a fit over milk. As the adage went, there was no need to cry. Quite contrary to the rumors about him. Then again, you would be a fool to listen to the various stories that floated through the districts about her. “I was actually going to say that I got the last of the oat milk. Do you want mine?” She held her travel mug aloft. “There may also be some liquor in it.”

[pixelectrocute]

When Pixel came to she was laying on the ground in the tower’s elevator. She rubbed her eyes slightly before pushing herself to a sitting position and leaning up against the wall. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there, but that wasn’t necessarily an uncommon occurrence. There was someone else in the elevator with her. “Who are you? What floor are we going to?”

[thebloodypageant-deactivated202]

( elle fanning ) meet PIXEL TRINKETT, the SIXTEEN year old MENTOR from district THREE. around the tribute tower, she’s known for winning the FORTY FIRST hunger games.

tw:  death, depression, prostitution, drinking, drugs

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