#( Odette. )

[everseens]

"you know, you're, like, the best friend i've ever had." odette admitted, one hand placed on the other's leg sat side by side. she leaned in a bit closer, for some reason feeling drawn to be near them. "i mean it." / @mccntower

[tesseraes]

the girl stared down at the capitol street far below, so clean and a stark contrast to the dust and hay of district 10. oh, how she missed it. she couldn’t help but wonder what her family was doing right now. were they as wide awake as she was? or were they sleeping, trying to cope with the inevitable fact that she might not return? “ back home, when a calf was sick, my mama used to sit with it at night. jus' so it wouldn't be alone. even if there was nothing else she could do. she said... sometimes just being there mattered. ” she shares quietly, acknowledging the woman's presence in the room. “ i guess that's what i'm thinking about now, who's gonna be there for them if i'm not? ” the words caught in her throat, but she forced herself to look back at abilene, eyes shining in the dim light. “ if i don't make it, could you check on my family? every now and then. i know we don't have much but... they'll be worse off without me. and i don't want them thinkin' i was just... gone. forgotten. ”

* ჻ ▰ ( . . . ) starter call, @qverdia.

[butchedshauna]

[jin-leizu]

Such a pretty girl. Leizu is put in mind of the catwalk models of old, captured in the pages of glossy old magazines that she likes to collect. The endless legs, the enchanting eyes, the grace and elegance innate in her willowy look. Such a shame, then, that she carries herself like a mouse.

"That outfit is truly impossibly drab. Would it kill you to put just a modicum of effort in? Somehow I just want to fall asleep looking at you." And that is not Leizu's usual response to beauty. Usually she's immediately making plans in her head of how they might best perform as clothes hangers for displaying her work. @wcrldend

[de-paz]

Xander is usually pretty aware of the world around him, quick to perceive threats. And anything he misses, Meatball will warn him of. But somehow neither he nor his canine companion notice this woman, and he walks full force into her -- which is, unfortunately, quite forceful due to his broad 6'8 frame. His reflexes are fast enough at least that he manages to grab her arms on either side in case she would have been knocked down. "Huh." Xander's brow furrows invisible confusion, and Meatball begins sniffing the ground around this woman's feet. "That was weird." An apology may follow soon, when he remembers that that would be polite, but for now he's too occupied being puzzled by his complete blanking of this perfectly tangible woman. @wcrldend

[billie-brogan]

wcrldend

Silence rests between them as Odie finds her composure after the shock of seeing she isn't alone. The line of her shoulders goes rigid, she feels the need to disappear rear its head and she clamps down on it. The roaring in her ears becomes quiet soon enough and she forces herself to relax, regarding the stranger with a cool, disinterest. "The steam." She says, in lieu of a long explanation. "Are you lost?"

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Swing and a miss, apparently. Which is a shame, because she's just Billie's type. Oh well! You win some, you lose some. Seems to be more of the latter for Billie, though. "Nah. Just not really my scene in there. Wanted some air. Not that there's much to be had out here, either. You from 'round these parts? I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this summer in December shit." The weather feels like a safe enough topic to move on to. Maybe it's a bit pathetic, but she kind of wants this woman to stay, at least for a bit. Billie's very quick to fall into loneliness. @wcrldend

[mamasgunz]

she laughs . a cruel little sound — sharp at the edges , soaked in something bitter , something rotting sweet — like wine left too long in the mouth . it seeps into the room , spoiling the silence like ink dropped in milk . a laugh unfit for the moment . a laugh made for tombs , not for tongues . it settles in the air like incense gone rancid , like ash caught in holy water . it mocks the quiet , makes a mockery of stillness ... and somewhere in its echo , the walls flinch . her lips , painted a sacrificial red , glisten like fresh wounds beneath a chapel’s stained glass . blood , or something holier . she sits , reclined ... still as a cathedral statue . the room smells faintly of iron and myrrh , tension caught like dust in the stale office light . she looks up , slowly , as though to see you is an indulgence

❝ you’re cute , ❞ she says , almost gently . almost . ❝ you know that ? this whole thing … ❞ she gestures vaguely , to the conversation ... to them ❝ ... it’s cute . ❞ then , the shift . the violence under her voice slips through like the growl of a storm . ❝ but let me tell you…” she leans in , smile razor-thin , ❝ you have three seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t throw you out of this club and let the city finish you off . ❞

closed to : @egotistival

[blake--winter]

𝙾𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 “𝙳𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎” 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚋𝚢.

𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒

[clumsypuppy]

Not furry not Kemonomimi but a secret third thing (guy with an animal head on a persons body)

[brambeag]

felassan are u seein this shit

[everseens]

@eternclsunshine sent 🌿 ( for our muses to be caught under mistletoe ) for dean & odette <3

out of everyone in the universe, and out of every spot in this god forsaken house, odette just happened to be under that silly little piece of mistletoe, and who was right next to her side? dean, out of all people. their relationship was still as complicated as it possibly could get, and deep down, as much as odette just wanted him back in her life-- other complications seemed to be getting in the way. she couldn't help but let out a little chuckle of disbelief, facing him now as her eyes trailed up to his. "so, is this something you planned or is this truly just a coincidence?" she asked, gesturing up at what was above the two.

[tesseraes]

ODETTE ROJAS: BLURBS — until i can write a fleshed-out bio.

odette grew up on a small, struggling farm in district 10, where her family worked hard to make ends meet. unlike some families in district 10, who may have lived solely off crops, her family's primary source of income was earned working in a meat processing facility.

her parents were loving, and despite not having much, they made sure that odette and her younger siblings felt cared for and supported. odette is the eldest of three. she has a younger brother (orion, 13) and sister (ophelia, 6).

at 18, just two months away from turning 19, odette was reaped for the 72nd hunger games, alongside león cordova, a boy she had grown up with. león was known for causing chaos, always getting into trouble, while odette tried to stay out of the spotlight. they were a pair of childhood acquaintances turned reluctant allies.

i'm still figuring out what their arena was like, but i imagine an outdoor maze of sorts. something with high walls, dense forests, and hidden caves where mutts created by the capitol roam freely. but all taking place in darkness, except for fire, bioluminescent plants, and torches.

león and odette stuck together most of the game, until he made the ultimate sacrifice. as careers closed in on them, he pushed her into the shadows and ran toward them, drawing their attention away from her. giving odette the chance to escape. she's forced to hear the sound of his life being taken as she flees.

odette and the career that lead the group to kill león are the last two standing. fueled by rage and revenge, she outmaneuvers her opponent, cornering her in a confined area. and without hesitation, odette struck the girl with her machete, taking the career down and securing her victory.

[byjove]

me: No treats this week. Times are tight. I’m sorry.

Philomena: That’s okay, dad. You do the best you can. I love you.

Odette: Sell my runt sister. She is weak and likely will not survive the winter. We must sacrifice her to retain our strength. The treats must flow.

[butchedshauna]

[illiardbilliard]

Overlord Party

(This was all just an elaborate ruse to draw Susan in a cool outfit; and to include my headcanon that Angel Dust is the only person at the hotel that Susan likes)

[everseens]

cemre's suggestion of not having work early the next day made odette internally raise a brow, wondering what cemre had meant by it. she didn't want to be too forward but if the night brought them in that direction, she certainly wouldn't be complaining about spending it with her. she nodded her head with a satisfied and subtle smile on her face before taking another sip. "right?" she agreed wholeheartedly, leaning back against the bar stool now as she let out a loud sigh. "i think we just need to give men a proper 101 training in communication again, because i can't keep doing this shit... i'm waiting for a hero to come sweep me off my feet." / @lilacwiine

"well i'm not working early tomorrow so." cemre shrugged, decidedly leaving it open for interpretation and quite willing to see where the night took her. not that she'd approached odette with any hidden agenda. "you like it?" she beamed, "good!" assured she'd suggested a good drink, she took a sip of her own and listened to the other woman. "—well, that's shitty. why bother arranging or accepting a second date only not to show up? how hard is a i don't see it going anywhere text?" she frowned a little. quite fond of casual dating herself, she had little shame in calling things off. "probably saved yourself a headache finding out sooner rather than later, at least."