Sculpted from Disaster

Favourite Tribute Parade Outfit: District 6

Vicky ♥

Best Death: Elijah Frances and Haven Finch

This makes me laugh so much.

#chiven #messed up the lyrics but im not going back and changing it #effort

Best Moment: Haven biting Xanthus’ junk…

This also won Favourite Moment in Training

#can't even deal rn

We died on the same day

In a similar way

But here the flames can no longer touch us

This is the place where we can begin again

Hail And Farewell For Good || The End

All my life i have been waiting for death to come. I cut myself to feel satisfaction. My blood is my life. It is what was keeping me alive. My heart as well but let's not get technical. I'm trying to make mushy feelings in death. Back to it. Plenty of times I could have just made more cuts at once. Larger one. Deeper ones. Then I would slowly watch the blood drain out of me. My death wasn't like that. I took a chance putting those matches in the gas tank. I knew I wouldn't live after that. I promised my mother that I would stay safe. But I ended up going out the way she did. Suicide. Like mother like daughter you can say. Well like mother like children.

Death feels nice. It's what I've ever wanted. I would be joining Moira,Harlen,Harlan,Jamie,Ames,Chirre,Fliss,Zamara,and all my other friends who have perished. As I float I feel everything that I have ever felt in life. Hatred,happiness,and love to name a few. Most of all love.

I feel like my life has been fulfilled. I got a great job at a young age. Had some influence in the Capitol with my designs. I had that dark phase that most teenagers go through. I danced,did drugs,had sex,and lived! I had 18 years worth of experiences. It's not a lot of years but most people don't do what I have done. They don't go through what I had to go through. I saw my mothers body hanging. I saw Jamie get crushed by a steam roller. I got pinned down by one of the hottest men I have ever seen. Sure I bit him and he almost killed me afterwards but I don't care! I bit a game maker that's not what most people are able to do and live the next day. I got word that my best friend helped my brother kill himself. But most of all I found love. I feel like if it were not for The Hunger Games then I would have been the one to propose to Chirre. I can see it now. We would go to the town center where we first danced. We would sway to the silent music. In the middle of the dance I would bend down to tie my shoe. One knee would touch the ground and I would smile up at Chirre. A blush would spread across his face as he slowly realized what I was doing. I would take his hand in both of mine and laugh. "My lovely Chirre I do not have a ring. I know this is unconventional but I am not a normal person. What I love most about us is that we are different. The shy boy with the big family and the outspoken girl who has lived a life of pain. Chirre Talem you took me out of my deepest place. You showed me a sort of happiness that I have never dreamed of. We both learned from each other. Grown together as well. Would you honor me by being my husband?" I would say. His hand would start to sweat and shake. I would kiss his knuckles next. Words would be lost from him so he would nod. It would take him a moment to be sure of himself. That's when he would say yes with confidence and pull me up. We would kiss in that same spot. The spot where we first met and never imagined ending up together like this. It will also be the spot where we start our future together as fiancés. After we marry then we would discuss children. I would refuse time and time again. But because of one night I would end up pregnant with twins. They would be perfectly healthy baby girls named Jamie and Moira. I would raise them and let them watch the games because they need to be prepared. When the girls hit the age of 10 I would be pregnant again. With twins...I would be so pissed. Having to carry two children at once?! This time they would be fraternal. One boy and one girl. Her name would be Lura and his name would be Harlen. Chirre and I would have made good parents. He would show them happiness and love while I would toughen them up so they weren't wimps. But I would also be the best mother that I could be. I would never leave my family alone. We would not be free of the horrors which are The Hunger Games. It would be a difficult life but we would get through it because we have each other.

#thank you laure siana and ethan for such an amazing game #havend6 #i blame you link mara and sephie for the numbers #who wants to push out 2 sets of twins

#havend6 #please tell me someone gets the reference #back to writing

Come on Baby, Light My Fire

Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn || One Shot

As I linger in the blazing city a parachute floats down for me. 10 matches and a message from a person named C. Who is C? Reminds me of Chirre. Thank you whoever that was. Now I have 18 matches in a city already on fire. Classic...looks like I'll just have to make the fire bigger. My name is Haven but everyone calls me the girl from 6. And I am going to burn down the world.

After All We're Only Human || One Shot

I'm only 18 years old but my list of regrets and mistakes can challenge that of someone twice my age. One thing I will never regret is meeting Chirre. But now he's gone. My lovely Chirre is dead. His body broken and burning. But at least I got his killer. Funny how they both died in a similar way. Except Elijah exploded as well. That was fun to say the least. I killed both District 2 tributes. It feels nice to say. But back to Chirre. Most people say that we will find love when we stop searching for it. I guess in a way I was searching for someone who would accept me. I was just doing it with my body instead of mind. With Chirre it was different. Nearly killing me during our second meeting. You know what's great about Chirre and I? Out love was accidental. Neither of us had any intentions of taking this further. But I guess that's what happens when you let people into your life. If they have a purpose then they will stay. He certainly did have a purpose. He turned Haven the Grave into someone who smiles. Chirre taught me the true type of love. He showed me how to take my weaknesses and make them strengths. He never doubted me. He always saw me as someone who I didn't see when I looked in the mirror. Chirre was the light in a very dark place. He was my light. But now it has gone out. With him gone I have nothing keeping me from being my old self. Haven the Grave is returning. In a city lit up in flames no less. I will miss him indeed. But death is no stranger to my life. Getting up and moving on is the best path. I can mourn in my grave.

#havend6 #i cant feels right now

Fiery Heart || One Shot

Burning building.

Exploding Elijah.

Burning Chirre.

Burning city.

Buildings are destroyed. Fire is spreading. There is no where else to run but toward my enemies. I've seen this in previous games. They are trying to force us together. They want a fight to happen. Did they enjoy the show?

I head east then north up a street then I turn right. There's a building to my right. Another building...more troubles. The tremors running throughout the arena are not good at all. But I need shelter for now. At least to bandage up my wound.

I stop a moment to take in my surroundings.

#havend6 #building 11 #arena #day 3

All's Fair in Love and War

Day 3 Status || Haven Finch

Health

Amazing

Weapons

Kriss Dagger

Items/Packs

Pack E

Stall Door

Company

Chirre

Bitch ass siren

Location in Arena

Building 10 (sportsplex)

Important Developments

Chirre is foolish and will die for me

Got stuck in a hammam

Busted out of that bitch using stall door

Learned to never overlook bathroom stall doors

Sirens are annoying

They remind me of whistles

Slowly going insane

#status #havend6

Maybe You're Lovable || Chiven

I looked around at the almost useless object. Hopefully we could find something to use while fighting or trying to survive, our weapon supply was low, which would not put the odds in our favor is we ran into someone. Haven and I could use more food, but beggers can’t be choosers. My sponsor probably gave up on me after all of my stupidity.

I grab a few rolls of sports tape off of the tiny shelve and examine it. Like everything else in this building, it was covered in dust but could be useful. A shiver ran down my spine from the coldness leaking inside.

“How is it fair that you can be yourself and forget my death, but you won’t let me do what I would do if you die? Just let it be, I’d tell you to fight for me but maybe I don’t want to do the same, life would be torture. How many times do I have to say this before it gets into your head?”

"Never but like I said I'm not arguing with you. Do what you want. I'm taking first watch so go ahead and sleep tight. Well try. That siren is brutal."

I start to walk away to the punching bags. Fuck I can't leave him like this.

"Chirre I love you. Remember that always. No matter what troubles may come tomorrow. Just remember that. Safe...."

Back on my track to the punching bags, I drag the door along with me. Thankfully I wrapped all that wire around the door. I unravel it and start fiddling with it and the hooks. This could come in handy.

I hear Chirre following me. When I glance over I see that he has made home on the ground a few feet away from me. My Chirre...our love will kill him. I wish he could go on after me. Am I a bad person for knowing I can go on when he dies?

#chiven #maybe #closed

Maybe You're Lovable || Chiven

The siren was constant on it’s high - low course as Haven and I’s silence started. She was not going to argue over this now. Couldn’t we just live and when Idie, she moves on like she can? I was much weaker physically and emotionally with Haven, hell, I had thoughts about loving her in the matter of weeks. Like I’ve said before, there’s no way I can go on or let go.

“We’re not talking about this again. You’re just as in denial as I am.” My hands let go of my sleeping bag and pack lightly on the floor. “You’re not dying, I don’t care, if it means my life so be it,” I looked around the room for any dangers only to see a few rows of dark blue mats, punching bags, and a rack of gloves; all dusted and ragged. My fingers started to twiddle with each other at my sides with Haven at my back. “Who’s to say we both die…” My voice is switched from regular to a low whisper directed at the punching bags.

"Yes we damn well are Chirre. It's time to face the facts. How can you ignore something staring you in the face? You cannot protect me from death Chirre. I wouldn't let you even if you tried. If we both die it will be because we both tried our hardest. Not because you jumped in front of something that was going to kill me. I'm so done arguing about this. If you love me so much then respect my greatest wish. Keep moving on after I die and don't look back. Do not mourn for me here. If you make it out alive then you can mourn then. This is not a place for an emotionally distraught teenager."

Was there anything here that would be of use to us? If not we need to just keep moving on.

Maybe You're Lovable || Chiven

Haven blabbered on and on as we dressed ourselves back into our winter clothing. This floor had no living dangers but it definitely had its own kind, it tested our wits on how to break out or to stay and die. I wanted off this floor before any mutts could arrive to take us out. “As long as it meant your safety, I’m okay.” I pecked her forehead before picking up the sleeping bag and pack with the spear’s head in my other hand and motioned to follow me to Haven.

The stairs were iced with dust as Haven and I made our way up to the next level; level eight labeled boxing and wrestling. What could go wrong in this room? Besides jumping out of a window and becoming a human pancake.

As we entered the room, a load siren played out through the building. It sounded like it was playing everywhere but my hands flicked away from the door unaware what the noise was from. I turned around slowly with wide eyes. “What is that?” My words had to be louder than the siren, it set me on edge wondering if it was just our building.

What the fuck. That alarm could freaking awake every dormant thing in this arena. There are only 12 of us left so it's understandable they would try to do something to shake us up.

"Your guess is as good as mine! Chirre we have to discuss something. We touched on this topic when we were out in the Capitol. But we are now closer to death than we ever were. You have to go on without me when I die. There is no if. It's only a when and where."

I hear voice behind me and walk to help her lift the door. If we could ram it into the expanding wood then the metal would loosen under all the heat. Haven took the front of the door as I lifted the back from under. For a bathroom door it was pretty light and easy to lift, hopefully it could do some damage and break us free from the suffocating room.

The door smashes open after the two of them ram the door into it, the hot air lifts out as the frigid cold air hits them. Windows are blown out and snow litters the ground.

Thank god that worked. “Chirre I love you so much.” We acted as a team just now. Without him we wouldn’t have gotten out of here. I stood on my toes and kissed him. I don’t know when we would get to do this again. Life here is too short. Okay enough of the moment. We need to move.

As soon as the door busted open, I gasped for the cool fresh air. I wanted the cold to go away earlier until Haven and I got trapped.

I kissed Haven back; holding the moment since it could be one of our last. Never would I save pictured falling in love with a random girl from the District six dance and then being reaped l together. Everything was so unbelievable to think of: Haven and I’s journey together. One of us would come out alive, and knowing that it couldn’t be both of us slowly killed me from the inside. I wouldn’t be able to grow old with Haven, debate on having kids, surprise her with something special each year on her birthday. All of it was impossible, and as much as I wanted her to become happy again and fall in love after -or hopefully- she wins, I can bare the thought…

My arms wrapped around her waist and I pulled her close after breaking apart; my head resting on the top of Haven’s head. My end was close whether I liked it or not.

“If there was a stronger word than love, I would use it. No matter how corny that sounds.” I laughed lightly as my arms pulled her as close as she could get, no way I was letting go now.

"You're lovely Chirre. Now that you can hear there are things I need to tell you. I'm so sorry for leaving you. I couldn't watch you die Chirre. It would be on my hands because I did nothing to stop that gorilla. I had to know that I could move on after your death. I did...almost. Before the fallen showed in the sky I was ready to move on without you but there was a large part of me that would die along with you. All the good and happiness that you have given me since we met. When we watched the fallen faces and I didn't see you among them I felt...well relieved and overwhelmed by feelings that I have yet to fully define. I wasted no time leaving our allies so I could find you. Chirre I think caring for you in that building was one of the high points of my life. I felt like I could do something good for once. I gave you back some of which you have given me. Thank you for everything. And I absolutely mean everything. My lovely Chirre." After that long ramble we put our jackets and shoes back on. With our packs and door in hand we set out on a new adventure.

The door smashes open after the two of them ram the door into it, the hot air lifts out as the frigid cold air hits them. Windows are blown out and snow litters the ground.

Thank god that worked. "Chirre I love you so much." We acted as a team just now. Without him we wouldn't have gotten out of here. I stood on my toes and kissed him. I don't know when we would get to do this again. Life here is too short. Okay enough of the moment. We need to move.

“Take off your coat and boots,” I call behind me to Haven. If the place started to heat up and we were trapped in here, we should be welcoming death slowly. Most definitely if someone or something else was in here waiting for prey like the gorilla. My hands started to fiddle...