alunsei

[alunsei]

splntered:

he   doesn’t   venture   out   to   watch   the   parade   once   the   tributes   are   on   their   way   out   ,   he   has   experienced   it   one   too   many   times   to   care   for   it   now   .   watches   the   tributes   from   his   district   prepare   before   he   wanders   off   in   search   of   a   drink   ,   a   few   winks   offered   to   the   prep   team   members   he   passes   ——   an   empty  gesture   ,   but   he   enjoys   their   lingering   gazes   .   makes   him   feel   something   pleasant   for   once   .   something   with   temporary   meaning   ,   like   he   matters   .   he’s   back   before   the   chariots   return   though   ,   awaiting   his   tributes   to   give   them   the   thumbs   up   and   lead   them   back   to   their   floor   of   the   tribute   center   .   alunsei   is   the   first   he   sees   though   ,   and   by   the   looks   of   her   ,   she   had   the   opposite   of   a   good   time   .   which   ,   truthfully   ,   was   to   be   expected   .   so   he   chugs   back   his   drink   and   sets   it   down   on   the   floor   ,   where   it   isn’t   meant   to   be   . “ why   the   long   face   ,   kid   ?   parade   not   meet   your   expectations   ?   ”

alunsei glances at the man. "i had none," she responds. "i'm sure you don't, either." despite the brusqueness of her sentences, a unique quality colors her face. it's gentleness, a kind of compassion she had to develop by necessity, having grown up with a family so drained that they acted like the cold factory machines panem wanted them to be. you don't have to pretend you care, the girl seemed to be wordlessly telling him. and i understand. breezily, she asks him a question, as though her untimely death weren't looming, and a man who ought to be a mentor figure weren't drinking himself stupid. “is your drink any good?”

[alunsei]

vincered:

              HOW    FOOLISHLY    SWEET    ,    INCREDIBLY    NAIVE    &    ALMOST    self    centered    .    it    isn’t    advice    given    to    help    ,    nero    wants    one    thing    from    the    games    -    she    craves    a    good    show    ,    nothing    more    ,    nothing    less    .     ❝                      &    here    i    was    thinking    you    were    a    SMART    one    .    ❞    she    hums    ,    fingers    running    against    lace    sleeves    ,    a    huff    of    a    laugh    falls    from    her    lips    .     ❝                     do    you    think    i’m    trying    to    help    you    win    ?    be    honest    ,    alunsei    .    ❞

“you can think whatever you want of me,” sei candidly replies. she slips back into her preferred state of silence when the victor continues to speak. “you want me to be honest? well, i think you just need a real hobby, nero. then again, so does everybody else in the capitol. i guess that’s how you know that you’ve made it.” 

[alunsei]

vincered:

              HER    LIP    CURLS    ,    ALMOST    UNTAMED    BEFORE    SHE    remembers    where    she    is    .    softness    graces    her    features    as    arms    cross    at    familiar    naivety    .    tributes    untrained    have    the    most    dangerous    traits    ,    hope   &   credulity    –    it    makes    it    that    much    funner    to    see    them    cut    down    in    the    arena    .    ❝                      you    won’t    be    saving    ANYBODY    in    the    arena    –    this    isn’t    about    playing    your    own    hero    ,    this    is    about    winning    .    ❞

alunsei pulls her lips into a polite, tight smile. “you’re not my mentor, are you? who are you to tell me what it’s about for me?” she exerts effort into not spewing out her scathing thoughts about the victor. instead, she provides veiled contempt. “wouldn’t it be a bigger triumph for you anyway if i lost? or are you so blended with the capitol these days that your heart’s no longer with your district?”

[alunsei]

 wastefulyears:

“no, the clothes suit you.” he stepped closer to her and leaned in. “it’s a shame you won’t be able to get used to this.” he gestured into the empty space around them. he knew he wouldn’t be getting used to the capitol either. the minute he steps into the games, he would never be stepping out. but alunsei volunteered, and he couldn’t show any hint of weakness around her, that he knew. “maybe they’ll send something nice home to your family to express their condolences.”

chills crept up sei’s skin when he leaned towards her. when she did this, it was out of genuine curiosity. but she couldn’t help feeling that this gesture, coming from this guy, was laced with aggression. she shifted, though she didn’t want him to know or think it was because of unease. she forced a small laugh from herself. “my family cares about me about as much as i care about you,” she said. leaning even closer than he had, she whispered into his ear, “i don’t give a damn about you. fuck off.” beaming, she pulled away and sent him a flying kiss, knowing that other people were eyeing them.

[alunsei]

diistrict7:

𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘    .    .   .   horrible   .   the    suffocating    costumes    endeavoured    their    very    best    to    constrict    her    airways    and    limit  the    movement    of    her    lungs   –   she’s   honestly   not   even   sure   whether   she    let   out   a   single   breath   during   the   whole   thing   .   not    the    mention   the   hairstyle    that    seemed    to   claw   on   her   scalp   and  compress    into   her   skull   made   it   of   most difficulty to   fabricate   any   sort   of   thought   besides   those   of   fear   ,   dread   and   anxiety   .   it   was   even   worse   when   the   damned   thing   started   moving   ,   she   felt   nauseous   , completely aware   of   the   churning   in   her   stomachs   and   the  high  probability   of   spilling   out   her   dinner   .   but   it   was   all   over   now   thankfully   ,   and   it   was   just   a   little   bit   easier   to   breathe   .   having   hated   being   inSILENCE for   the   past   –   whatever   long   the   parade   was   –   she   immediately   took   the   closest   person   to   her   and   began   her provocations ,   ❛   i’m   not   gonna   lie   ,   i   really   like   that   look   of   yours   .   ❜   she   makes   a   gesture   towards   the   other’s   face   .    ❛ kind   of   broody – kind   of   angsty   .   you   must   be   a   victor   .   are   you ? i   think   you   are   .   i   don’t   remember   your   games   though   .    ❜

startled by the blonde’s statement, alunsei was left with scarcely any choice but to gape at her with her wide eyes. “i’m not,” she murmured tersely. “i’m not a victor,” she elaborated. being a victor implied that sei had presence, some dignity, some impact. she found the idea bizarre. she always considered herself to be an insubstantial being, as far as others would be concerned. was she taunting her?

[alunsei]

wastefulyears:

jules found himself looking over at the the small girl dressed in what he could only describe as a curtain-like garment. sensing her discomfort, he couldn’t help but approach. he figured if he could maximise her discomfort, it would only benefit him. “what’s wrong, district eight? clothes aren’t to your liking? or is it the company?” he crossed his arms casually, and tilted his head as he looked at her. “careful what you wish for, right?” he looked around, taking in the foreign environment, the unfamiliar people. they were both a long way from home.

she didn’t have to think hard about it. the company. but he wouldn’t give this guy the satisfaction. “the clothes,” she answered, with the dullest inflection she could manage and a wry hint of a smile. sei didn’t volunteer for these games to kill, per se, but he sure made the prospect of getting her hands bloody a little appealing. she wanted to tell him in plain terms to shut the fuck up. instead, she sealed her lips, actively avoiding facing this nuisance.

[alunsei]

vincered:

              QUIET    IS    SOMETHING    THAT’S    NEVER    BEEN    USED    to    describe    her    .    nero    is    unforgettable    ,    words    are    her    trademark    ;   her    signature    move    ,    signed    with    cherry    lips    as    she    waves    goodbye    to    citizens   &    victors    .    their    heads    spin    as    they    leave    ,    sinner’s    hands    clasping    together    while    she    turns    her    head    –    a    tribute    sat    in    the    corner    like    a    saddened    child    .    a    GIGGLE    flings    forth    from    her    lips    ,    elegance    in    her    walk    while    she    approaches    –    her    heels    echo    tantalizingly    ,    the    call    of    the    devil    .    ❝                      little    tip    .    ❞    she    says    ,    voice    her    usual    lilt    as    she    comes    to    a    stop    .    ❝                     sponsors    like    tributes    that    put    themselves    out    there    .    if    NOBODY    knows    your    name    ,    little    goddess    ,    nobody    cares    if    you    die    .    ❞

a sardonic chuckle escapes alunsei. the need or ability to make other people care about feels just too foreign for her to even contemplate taking the blonde’s advice. (and for the record, she doesn’t care about whether or not she dies.) the other girl may not comprehend it, but this is one of her greatest strengths. nothing anyone could say or do to her in capitol could faze her, though she often grumbled. “i know they won’t save me,” she replies, soft but steely. “if anyone will save me in the arena, it will be myself.”

[alunsei]

rvckets:

         pressing  his  lips  together,  caspian  nods  his  head.  maybe  in  a  DIFFERENT setting  he  wouldn’t  give  in  so  easily,  but  he’s  always  had  his  heart  out  for  the  tributes.  “hmm,  yeah.  was  trying  to block  out  that  part  as  much  as  possible.  not  really  something  i’d  like  to  share  with  the  class  or  myself.”

sei takes another pause to consider him. “why are you still talking to me?” she asks, leaning forward to interrogate him. this sensation, it’s unfamiliar. if she had the language for it, she would probably identify it as pity. but alas, no one has ever pitied her, even when the citizens of district 8 each had a litany of reasons to pity themselves.

[alunsei]

rvckets:

         caspian’s  not  the  best  with  situations like  this  —  wasn’t  sure  how  to  comfort  his  brother,  his  best  friends,  and  now  his  sister.  he  figures  it’s  a  little  COMPLICATED  too  that  these  are  the  people  going  against  his  sister  and  there’s  absolutely  nothing  he  can  do  about  it.  well,  caspian  can  always  cause  a  scene,  but  he’s  positive  that  might  have  the  opposite effect  than  working.  “i  think  that  glare  of  yours  should  be  a  WEAPON  of  choice.”  is  the  first  thing  he  says  to  the  other,  holding  back  a  cringe  his  face  wanted  to  express.  “sorry.  that  was  real  stupid  shit  to  say.  maybe  i  should  shut  my  mouth  now,  yeah?”

alunsei glimpses at the source of the voice briefly, blankly. she averts her eyes once more. in her soft tones, she tells him, “yes. i think you should do that, too.” she lets her curtness hang in the air. “you’re aware that i may kill your sister soon, are you?”

[alunsei]

SETTING: somewhere post-parade.

it hasn’t been long since sei hopped off her chariot. yet sei’s long, jet black locks, which had been forcibly styled in place with copious hair products, are back to looking the way they usually do. which is to say, like a stringy curtain. the face of the young woman behind it appears reminiscent of a ghost, though her skin has a natural brown gleam. she does not speak, simply glaring at the others. she’s obviously uncomfortable in her clothes that day, and one could easily perceive the intense dislike she had for other people.

[alunsei]

[ GILLIAN VICENCIO, FEMALE, SHE/HER. ]    introducing alunsei lingau, TRIBUTE of the 74th year hunger games, representing district 8. my sources say that they are twenty years old, & that they’re pretty handy with eidetic memory. wonder if that will do her any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of doe eyes on a tiny girl, an innocent face suddenly bearing a dangerous smirk, petite legs hanging from a tree trunk, tan hands poring over the pages of smuggled tomes.

Alunsei’s name is a corruption of an ancient goddess’. Her name was Alunsina, a goddess of sun and sky worshipped by people they called Visayans, people they called Filipinos. She and her family, she thinks, are probably descended from these people. But in District 8, very few remember that. Very few know why so many citizens of District 8 have persistently golden-toned skin tones despite having little greenery and incentive to go out into the sun; where their usual selection of children’s names and district slang originate; why when they speak, there’s a melodic lilt that’s odd for a district known for its bleak, mechanical landscape. But she knows. 

She knows that these Filipinos must’ve migrated here in hopes of finding better lives, only for the nation to take advantage of them. Only for the legacy of their exploited labor to endure in the form of District 8. She could never forget. Then again, she can’t forget anything she reads. Her mother tells her it’s not a prudent hobby to concern herself with scratches of ink on paper. It’s not like the girl would need them; she would just toil away at the textile factory, like the rest of them. All she needs are her hands. She never did grow into her relatives’ hand-me-down clothes. They were bigger and stronger, with more potential. All Sei has are her hands.

Well, she’s good at reading, but not so good at listening. Despite the scarcity of trees, Sei finds ways to teach herself how to climb. She runs and happily discovers she’s fast and agile. Soon enough, she’s at a Reaping, and someone stout gets picked. Someone sinewy, someone tall, someone more suited to the Games. A young woman so bookish and slight has no business volunteering for tribute. Yet she does.

PERSONALITY AND MISC. 

She doesn’t like to speak. More than a few people have likely mistaken her for someone who can’t speak, but it’s simply her preference. She also tends to be irritated when others speak. (Song inspiration:  “STFU!” by Rina Sawayama)

Sei’s obvious self-destructive tendencies aside, she isn’t a sad girl. She’s not happy, but she’s not sad either. She doesn’t have the energy to be enthused about any aspect of living in District 8, or anywhere in this hell hole, really. She would rather gamble her life in the games. There’s also the spark of rebellion within her, but like the rest of District 8, it’s often buried in a lack of real direction. If anyone’s going to start the rebellion, it’s probably not going to be a District 8 citizen.

She’s pansexual and could fall for anyone, but not very interested in romance (demi). If it happens, it happens, though.

[alunsei]

Anarchy doesn’t mean out of control; it means out of their control.

Jim Dodge  (via lusitanium)