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[the60th]

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🐻 @the60th - jade dovecote, the hunger games oc. other verses available: the walking dead, criminal minds. 🩺 @rh3es - enid rhee, the walking dead. other verses available: criminal minds, sky high, crossover apocalyptic. 🌻 @girlsanitys - multi - muse. featuring muses based in genres like crime, apocalyptic, dystopian & more.

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[jadedovecote]

criminal minds verse: jade dovecote comes from a military family and enlisted in the army at 18. she got her bachelor's in linguistics and worked in the army criminal investigation division (CID) before getting recruited to the fbi. she did some field work and worked a few years in vicap before being selected for the behavioral analysis unit. since she was in vicap for several years, she worked with the bau in the past and is familiar with most of the team by the time she joins. her specialty is in crime pattern analysis from her years in vicap and linguistics. additionally, she is fluent in english, mandarin, and american sign language. she has basic proficiency but lacks confidence in spanish and italian.

[the60th]

" effie - ! " jade is nearly out of breathe when she catches up to @intopearls, her voice cutting through the air as a hissed whisper. this damn capitol party was overstimulating enough without being forced to witness effie's great aunt messalina fawning over sterling. gross. jade was unfortunate enough to witness an obscene number of capitol citizens flirt with her uncle over the past two years since becoming a victor herself - no matter what, it was always weird. " did you actually want your great aunt messalina here? you know what, i don't even care - all i care about is that you get her back to her table. i can't take one more story about her prized collection of sterling's victory tour posters. " jade huffs, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and halt the budding headache. " fix. it. please, i'm begging you! " she throws her hands up in exasperation before her arms abruptly settle defiantly across her chest, eyebrows knitting together. " this party already sucks. it can't afford to get worse. "

[serenaid]

it doesn't take long after the announcement that i am inundated with missives pretty words wrapped up in FALSE PLEASANTRIES and promises, attempts at endearing themselves further into my graces by pledging their support on the slight chance my name is pulled. sponsors are a vapid species all their own, thriving on their own god complexes while dangling lifelines above the heads of their perceived lessers. i have always known what they are, and how to use them. now is not the time to be fickle. i was prepared for anything this year, conscious of my part in the quarter quell and how my district may need to utilise my particular specialty ... i was not prepared to need it myself. a COLD RAGE burns in the chambers of my heart as i sit at my kitchen counter, pen in hand while i write responses to my would-be makers. i am neither surprised nor startled when jade welcomes herself into my home, it was only a matter of time.

... my pen stills when she finally deigns to speak and i pause in my writing for less than a second. " if i must." i have no choice, it's a given. INEVITABLE, i could say. her damned cat already resides in my home more than it's own ... though the same could be said for it's owner. her resignation to her undetermined fate, i'll admit, is disheartening. i may not be the warmest of women but jade has carved out a space in my heart to call her own and burrowed there i couldn't remove her if i tried. "if i die, you're taking caesar." i quip back, a slight curl to my lip at that man's name on my tongue as i swiftly sign mine at the foot of a letter that i fold into three and carefully drip wax to seal it. "there's a simple solution to this, jade ... " i say pointedly as i blow out the candle stick and place it in it's holder, before i twist at the waist and turn on my stool to face her directly. "don't die."

[the60th]

if i must. brows furrow while eyes narrow, playful disapproval flickering across delicate features. while those who only knew jade through the edited events of her games may have interpreted the look as a threat, anyone who truly knows her would find it about as threatening as a kitten. " you know twig. he'll find a way in no matter what. like me. " her shoulders lift in a quick shrug, while the corners of her lip twitch upwards enough to reveal a mere shadow of her true smile. she shifts in her seat, the movement subtle but unsettled when the name hits her ears. flickerman. nose scrunches and a somewhat childish whine of displeasure fills the room. absolutely not. " now that's just unfair. what have i ever done to you to deserve that? " jade attempts to force a laugh, but she's never been an exceptional actress so the attempt is pathetic. despite the lightness of her response, the knot in jade's stomach has established roots, drawn tightly and refusing to loosen.

jade's eyes lift to meet niamh's, head leaning back until brunette curls spill lazily onto the back couch cushion. " if only it were that simple. but c'mon, we both know it's not. " if jade knows one thing about these games, it's that not a single thing about them will be simple. the capitol will ensure the filtered lens they show their victor's lives through is as bulletproof as ever. that filter won't falter unless the victors themselves can crack it. still, jade admires the ease in which niamh offers up her lighthearted quips despite the darkness looming over their heads. " for all i know, they've got their tributes picked out already and we just don't know it yet. "

[the60th]

jade wasted no time entering @serenaid 's home, kicking her shoes off before settling into her usual spot on the living room couch. she's unsettled. that was the best way jade could articulate the feeling that started building in her chest during the announcement of the 75th hunger games. it started in the pit of her stomach and spread to every limb. the feeling embedded itself into every scar, every muscle, every bone. the possibility of being thrown back into an arena of horror and gore now clawed at her door - at the doors of multiple people she loved. she sucks in a breath, trying to sort through her tangled mess of thoughts. while she doesn't see niamh yet, jade knows she's there. tucking her legs beneath her, jade pulls one of the throw pillows into her lap and starts picking at the threads. she only looks up from beneath long lashes once she finds her voice. " if i die, you're taking twig. "

[the60th]

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