#int: madge

[pvnem]

i need at least five more minutes to finish getting ready. / for madge :) your aunt is very high maintenance

that probably means another ten minutes, maybe even fifteen, madge thinks to herself. but she doesn't mind. she's not exactly keen on getting back to her house for the annual family lunch her father liked to hold before reaping day. madge has been safe from the capitol thus far, but she knows her chances of being reaped were just as likely as those who had their names put in more than they should've been. being lucky enough to not have to register for tesserae didn't mean she'd be lucky enough to not get chosen for the games. sixteen slips of her name in the bowl were still sixteen slips. her aunt went into the arena when she was sixteen, too. "you can take your time, aunt mays. i'm not very hungry yet."

prompts that start with "i need..." accepting !

[d3ndroica]

costume party

so this is AU for The 100 where The Hunger Games is a TV show ...

It was the season premiere of season 4 of The Hunger Games. Every season was more intense than the last. Last year they’d all wound up watching together int he common room of the dorm, but this year they were scattered across campus, so Octavia was having a party so they could all watch together. 

The weekend before the party, everyone was over at Roan���s place when Octavia suggested they should all dress up as someone from the show. “Obviously I’m Katniss,” she told them. “And Lincoln is Peeta. Bellamy, you can be Gale.” Bellamy looked unimpressed.

Raven jumped in. “Then I’m Paylor, because she’s a badass.” Roan looked askance. “You can be Boggs,” she told him. “He’s a badass rebel too.”

AS others started chiming in, Monty objected. “I’m not going to be some psycho tribute that was killed off in season 1.”  

“I will,” said Murphy. “I’ll be Cato, he was wicked.” Monty and Miller rolled their eyes.   Eventually Miller convinced Monty they should be Castor and Pollux. 

Harper sighed. “I’ll be Cressida I guess.” 

Madi’s eyes lit up. “Can I be Prim?” she asked.

Clarke’s glance flickered toward Bellamy. “I’ll be Madge,” she suggested. “She’s the only decent blonde left in the bunch.”

Raven and Octavia exchanged a knowing smile. 

[wcrriorhearts]

posy stays out for the rest of the afternoon, wandering the streets of the district. she searches the places her brothers often go to, but neither vick, nor rory are anywhere to be found. it is dark by the time she returns to the apartment they inhabit and gale is still not home. neither are the boys, so posy just sits in the silence of the kitchen, staring out of the window and waiting for them to return for a long time, until she eventually gives up and makes herself dinner. there isn't much in the fridge to cook with, but she has learned now to navigate shortages all her life, so it isn't new to her.

she is long asleep by the time everyone returns home, but she briefly wakes to the sound of hushed arguing from the living room, before three doors slam and she knows everyone has gone to bed. her heart clenches in her chest and she turns around to face the wall, face buried in one of her mother's old dresses. she misses home. the creaking of the door startles her and she freezes in bed, until the mattress moves with the weight of another body. even in the darkness she knows it is vick. he often does that these days, silently sneak into her bed at night and leaves int he morning like he was never there. it makes her feel better, because it means he misses home too.

the next morning, gale is off duty and still in the apartment when she gets up, which also means she has to go to school, or at least pretend to. vick and rory are awfully quiet at the breakfast table, which means that the fight of the night before is not forgotten yet. most mornings look like this these days. they all eat in silence and posy is almost glad to get out of the house. before she leaves, she steals two coins from her brother's pocket, then heads to her lessons. that day, she stays until lunch break and then slips away, because she can't bear it any longer. the room feels too small and the other children stare all the time at the strange girl from 12. maybe she is growing a second head and doesn't know it yet.

even though she had no plans to, posy finds herself back at the market. madge's stall is easy to find and as she plants herself in front of it, posy holds out the two coins she has taken. "i'd like strawberries please." she has never eaten any before and has no idea what she is buying, but they smell sweet and look delicious, so she really wants to try them. even though she doesn't like this district, they do have much better food than 12 and she has been able to buy a pink dress. there is more color here too, but that memo hasn't extended to madge as it seems, because her face is drained of all color still. weird girl. posy will not question t more, but she really wants some strawberries.

madge feels like she's drowning.

or rather, like the world she knows is tilted over. it cracks under her, threatens for her to fall under. had she more sense or grace, maybe she would've handle the whole encounter well. she would've handled it convincingly. heck, maybe she could've even sold some strawberries — she thinks, with this distinct frailness of holding onto the normalcy she's grown to depend on; of hoping that it'll give her distant to the world she once knew, the people she once wanted so desperately to love. but poor quiet mute madge who trembles at the call of her own name.

madge gets home, and the house is quiet and grievously hollow in the wake of her heaving, rapidly growing breaths. for a moment, madge feels as though her lungs would've failed her. it would cave under the pressure, it would ensnare and squeeze the heart of her, and then maybe, just maybe, she'd finally meet the fate she has unfairly escaped. still, at the panic of it all, madge can't help but blankly ruminate over how it'd be if abe were to find her corpse here days later. surely that'd be a lot of work then. to bury her. to clean this house again where she'd grown to slowly own and keep her things.

madge does not die, though she sits in the hallway of her home until the house darkens. she goes home that night after having forced herself to drink some milk and then— and then she wakes. and suddenly, she's determined.

madge does not know if posy hawthorne will pay her a visit again. but if she is, she... well. madge isn't sure what she'll do, but she'd like to think she will be ready. for now, she eases herself into the routine of making jam to sell for today. madge sets her shop. she welcomes a few generous buyers. and she waits.

[ingenuitycfchacs]

she resisted the urge to look over her shoulder at the whispered 'come look at the stars with me, little spider.' he wasn't there, she told herself, instead trying to focus on the other's words. he was a figment of her imagination and a cruel one at that. he wasn't real.

focus was instead laid on trying to connect the stars the girl pointed at. "they're just stars." she said as if there hadn't been a time in her life when she'd spent hours listening to the stories behind some of the pictures they made. "it's not so much the buildings as the lights. there's plenty of buildings in two, but this city seems to think it needs lights on twenty-four-seven." she sighed. it could be overwhelming at times, just as all the noise and chatter.

madge  couldn’t  imagine  the  life  of  a  victor  -  the  endless  eyes  on  you  ,  the  constant  loop  of  trauma  that  occurred  yearly  ,  the  unhealthy  attachment  to  wealth  it  gave  you  .  madge  was  grateful  she  had  the  life  that  she  did  ,  but  she  wished  it  could  have  been  so  much  more  .  

her  gaze  shifted  towards  arachne  ,  recognition  of  the  other  from  years  of  living  in  the  capitol  now  finally  paying  off  as  she  followed  the  other’s  eyes  down  instead  of  up  .  “  not  in  the  garden  ,  in  the  sky  .  ”   to  find  the  smaller  things  in  life  was  forever  madge’s  ultimate  goal  .  if  she  couldn’t  have  the  family  and  future  she  wanted  ,  she’d  search  for  bits  and  pieces  of  it  in  her  every  day  routine  .  of  course  ,  a  party  at  snow’s  mansion  was  never  in  the  cards  until  recently  .

“  here  ,  look  up  there  .  ”   the  femme  said  softly  ,  finger  pointing  towards  the  sky  as  she  tried  to  align  the  redirection  with  each  of  the  brightest  stars  above  .  “  it’s  a  miracle  you  can  even  see  any  of  them  with  all  the  buildings  around  here  ,  but  …  it’s  beautiful  .  ”

[ingenuitycfchacs]

she'd won one battle of the night in not being dressed in some damn frilly dress for the first time since her damn interview five years before. yet, as the night continued on, she was tired of it all. the people talking. the noise. the expectation to hold herself poise despite the constant onlooking from all those around her. or maybe she was imagining the attention, maybe the constant ghost at her shoulder whispering 'they're watching you' was lying. she wasn't sure and she didn't take the time to ponder on it before setting out to an open balcony.

she'd hoped to find a moment in silence, peace, away from everyone and all expectations. a moment in which she could just breathe, perhaps shake the visage of her district partner from her mind without the use of another shot of tequila or vodka or whatever other liquor she could secure. but while the stupidly charming blonde at her side disappeared for the time being, she focused instead on the person she found herself with on the balcony.

"what is?" she questioned, quicking a brow as she leaned against the railing, overlooking the edge as if she might find what the other was speaking of.

snow's mansion / madge + open !

she  feels  as  though  she  never  grew  up  ,  the  smallest  things  in  life  bringing  her  endless  amounts  of  joy  .  to  make  the  little  things  beautiful  was  an  undersee  specialty  .  all  these  years  of  living  in  the  capitol  and  she  could  only  dream  of  a  life  that  was  as  beautiful  as  the  nature  itself  that  surrounded  them  .  there’s  nothing  man-made  about  the  stars  now  that  she’s  found  a  moment  of  isolation  on  one  of  the  many  balconies  that  wrapped  around  snow’s  mansion  .  madge  grows  childlike  in  her  demeanor  as  eyes  connect  the  dots  in  the  sky  ,  palms  smoothing  over  the  balcony’s  guard  just  briefly  .  

wind  grounds  her  ,  causes  arms  to  twist  into  a  cross  across  the  guard’s  surface  as  her  chin  fell  upon  forearms  .  madge  doesn’t  flinch  when  she  hears  somebody’s  approach  ,  insteads  allows  a  small  smile  to  curl  across  her  lips  as  shoulders  fell  .  that  release  of  tension  made  her  feel  at  ease  ,  eyes  finally  tearing  from  the  sky  to  graze  over  the  garden  .  that’s  when  she  finally  acknowledges  the  other  ,  but  her  mind’s  still  distracted  .  years  of  boring  torn  never  did  diminish  the  dreams  of  a  more  peaceful  outcome  ,  even  now  in  the  midst  of  everything  bad  happening  in  panem  .  perhaps  she  was  delusional  .  “   pretty  ,  isn’t  it  ?   ”  it’s  not  like  her  question  was  meant  in  regard  to  anything  in  particular  ,  just  the  night  .