#implied coercion tw

[bludstaine]

open   to   —   everyone   .

location   —   party   in   the   capitol,   reaping   day,   night   time   .

hunched  over  the  toilet,  mina  wretches  until  her  throat  is  hoarse,  rough  as  sandpaper.  once,  she  had  felt  like  the  sacrificial  lamb  brought  into  the  games  in  the  name  of  her  family.  the  eldest  daughter  handed  over  to  the  capitol  if  it  meant  the  rest  of  them  were  safe  beyond  the  sturdy  walls  of  victor’s  village.  no  such  luck.  since  ash  had  won  the  games,  she’s  done  all  that  she  can  to  protect  her,  but  to  be  forbidden  from  volunteering  in  her  place  for  these  ninety  second  games  has  made  her  physically  ill. and  now  she  must  smile.  mina  dewitt  is  nothing  without  her  smile,  for  it  is  this  which  makes  her  sparkle  most  of  all.  dainty,  delicate,  a  sweet  little  thing  akin  to  a  fairy,  as  though  there  isn’t  a  vicious,  ugly  sort  of  fury  lingering  beneath  the  glitter  dusted  across  her  collarbones,  her  cheeks.  they  can  pretty  her  up  as  they  wish,  but  she  is  fuming. spitting  into  the  bowl,  mina  flushes  the  mess  of  bile  and  vomit  down  the  toilet  and  kicks  her  way  from  the  stall.  she  cleans  her  hands  and  returns  to  the  party,  determined  to  find  sponsors  if  not  answers.  one  of  her  suitors  offers  her  a  drink  which  she  accepts,  only  if  she  can  watch  it  made  at  the  bar.  she  smiles  in  a  way  that  promises  she’ll  return  to  him  later,  and  then  she  moves  further  into  the  crowd.  “isn't  this  exciting?”  she  arches  a  brow,  her  tone  unreadable.  those  within  the  resistance  who  know  her,  know  that  she  is  mere  seconds  from  falling  over  the  edge  into  her  frustration.  “i’m  sure  we  can  expect  party  after  party…  what  are  the  chances  i’ll  win  a  sponsor  over  when  they’re  indulging  so  much?”

[wvrricrs]

𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑

full biography here !

baby , baby , baby boy -- bullet bio under the cut hehe <3

this is eugene denver ! he was the victor of the sixty seventh annual hunger games. he currently lives in district six's victor's village , his cat , lil garden , and a whole lot of guilt ! he is a part of the uprising , please don't ask him about it. he's bad at keeping secrets.

TW FOR CANON TYPICAL COERCED SEX WORK !!!

eugene grew up the son of a train conductor , something that was a big deal in district six , something not any one can boast. his mother is a school teacher . they both tell him that he can do anything he wants to with his life , that he can grow up and see the world. he grew up comfortable , with a false sense of security, and a knack for the way trains work.

the capitol sends eugene’s family bags of coal every week — in their eyes, it’s easier to send it directly to who will be using it. eugene’s job is to cut open the bags and sort them into smaller bags for each day. his family gives him three advantages over any one in his district or below — he’s fed more than almost any one in his district, he’s strong, and he knows his way around a sharp object. he knows the best way

when he is reaped, his mother holds him so tightly, he thinks he might not even make it to games. his mother holds him like she’s saying goodbye — and really, this is probably for the best. his father is less realistic, puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him that he simply must do whatever it takes. he tells him that it's okay to do whatever he needs to do, that he won’t love him any less. he promises his father that he will do it, that he'll make it out alive.

he makes good on that promise.

he is darling in interviews & capitolites love it. he’s such a cute kid, they say. i’m sure he’ll be such a looker when he’s older. the boy is a charmer. his escort tells him it’s a good thing — he’s so skinny, how will he ever beat those big careers ? ( he remembers being a "big kid" in six . much bigger than some of his peers . it is a shock to the system to go from being hated for having meat on your bones to being disregarded for being so small . )

he is brutal in the arena . no one sees it coming , not even him . eugene denver is the name sounded across the arena . across the capitol . across all of panem . he does not feel like a victor until he is clean , until he is back at his mother's kitchen , dinner given to him with a smile .

they don't have him open coal bags any more, however, having seen every minute of the massacre .

the day of his eighteenth birthday, he begins being whisked back and forth to the captiol. and it doesn’t end until he is not a capitolite darling any more. he's not sure when it happens -- when he slips from public's favor . at least now he can be alone . at least now he can live in peace .

& then the war darkens his doorstep .

and he remembers that somethings are worth fighting for .

[gladiatefm]

mina dewitt , sole survivor .

[gladiatefm]

open to everyone , capping at 4 / 4 .

mina is still dressed in her finery , the prized lamb to the slaughter with blanche's hand in her own , glistening like a christmas ornament upon her sister's dried out branches . she sparkles , because this has been the image that sold her to this wretched city , even as she grows older mina is dressed as something pretty , something shiny . she's a beacon to those that want her , and the eyes begin to roam , over her .

" go find your friends , " mina says quietly to her sister , eyes following the little silver head as it disappears towards some of the other tributes she had befriended , little social butterfly . mina doesn't want this for her , doesn't want to open blanche up to the truth of the life she leads when she comes to the capitol .

she orders something without alcohol in it , and is handed a pretty , sparkling drink . pink and bubbly as everything mina interacts with must be . she notices a nearby glance and she'll take it , any excuse to hide from the old businessman she spots coming closer . " yes it was true . that's what you're wondering , isn't it ? old dewitt is knocked up and going to her death . "

[gladiatefm]

" mina , what a beauty you are . but it isn't just your looks that so many remember you for , you're quite the vicious little victor . the iconic shot of you soaked in blood has never grown old , but what can we expect this time ? "

" sadly , your brother cain passed away recently . tell me , mina , do you think he would be proud to watch you go into the arena with blanche ? "

" you've achieved so much these last twelve years , is there anything else you wish you could do ? any regrets ? "

she once had played it bashful , humble even , but the capitol is well aware of mina's capabilities ever since those faithful games so many years ago . a pretty girl with nice hair , sparkly clothes , bright eyes — they'd had dolls made of her and the children of the capitol had begged their mothers for silver wigs . now she has been passed around by them like hand me down clothes . no point in acting shy now , not after they've all seen her soul bared before them .

" mina , what a beauty you are . but it isn't just your looks that so many remember you for , you're quite the vicious little victor . the iconic shot of you soaked in blood has never grown old , but what can we expect this time ? "

" oh , caesar , is that really what i'm remembered for ? " a teasing smile , a flashing of sharp teeth . of course it is , mina with her axe clutched between trembling fingers , the proof of what she is capable of soaked into her skin . she pushes back that famous hair from her shoulders , her pale skin is dotted with little red sparkles , a reminder of who she is . " i don't want to ruin the surprise , but i am a very protective sister . if anyone lays a finger on blanche , i'll rip it off with my teeth if i have to . "

the crowd is delighted by this — a little bit of violence to get them in the mood , remind them of what they love about the games . the disgust wars with her self control , to write itself across her pretty face . let them see what she thinks of the sorry lot of them as she lounges before them , dainty fingers brushing through the folds of her dress .

" sadly , your brother cain passed away recently . tell me , mina , do you think he would be proud to watch you go into the arena with blanche ? "

the reminder of cain pulls the floor out from beneath her , mina's stomach plummets and she takes a moment to collect herself . face impassive , she meets caesar's gaze then looks out at the audience . there is pain there , but more than that there is anger . these people looking upon their precious victors with such devastation , as though they could reach for her , protect her behind their hands though they would just as easily look the other way . there's too much entertainment in watching them die .

" i don't know what he would think , really . someone killed him . " a gasp from the crowd , and she can see the cogs turning in caesar's head , how to backtrack when she is looking on with such rage . " and i will never get to know what any of my family think . " he cuts in quick —

" you've achieved so much these last twelve years , is there anything else you wish you could do ? any regrets ? "

" that's the thing , caesar , there is so much that i need to do , but i don't know if i ever will . " she sighs , deflating into the comfortable couch . she wonders how much they cost , if it would pay to feed half of her district two times over . most likely .

" what do you need to do , mina ? " caesar asks , delighted to be off the topic of her brother , but there is a suspicion in his eyes that worries her . does he know ? certainly he must suspect it , and she stares him down . a challenge in her gaze .

" well , caesar . unfortunately , i just found out that i'm pregnant . " this raises the roof , and caesar looks away in a panic . the crowd is standing in their seats , shouting , wondering isn't there anything they can do to save their favourites from returning to the arena ? as mina is escorted off of the stage , she can hear caesar calling for a commercial break .