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Andromache was patrolling through the stables as the Parade had it’s hurried end. The rebels had made their presence known and that meant more work for Andromache. Spotting a certain Stylist, Andromache approached Jet. “You’ve out done yourself this year, Jet.”

@exitio​

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the last thing jet had been expecting was yet another twist. it was obvious that the gamemakers didn’t think sending in victor’s family members was cruel enough on it’s own. it was disgusting to him that so many victors were about to enter the games yet again but he controlled his emotions and made sure to wear a nuteral expression as he made his way to the district 12 floor. although eceryone around him knew he didn’t like the games, he had a job to do and he refused to let himself get killed before it was done.

jet sighed, looking at the peacekeeper with the best smile he could muster. speaking to her was the last thing he wanted to do. “how could one not be excited?” he asked, purposefully avoiding the question. he has no issue with lying but he always found avoidance to be more fun. 

“i wouldn’t even try to imagine what the gamemakers have up their sleeves. with so many surprises already im sure it’s something equally bold and outrageous.” 

Avoidance. Jet seemed as good at it as Andromache was. It amused her but one would never think based on the lack of emotion on her face. “You must have something bold and outrageous planned for the Parade? It’s too bad about Katniss.” 

Andromache was pissed off about the twists this year but she knew she needed to bite her tongue and play her part until the right time came. Jet, she wasn’t so sure would be able to keep skirting by with Peacekeepers.

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a sigh , mina gently rubs at a tender spot between her eyebrows , headache growing with every passing moment . she has felt sick all morning , exhausted in a weary , bone crushing sort of way . in fact , she’s felt this way for a while now . 

“ good , ” she nods , fingers trembling ever so slightly . she wants to clear out before the tributes arrive , the last thing glinna needs is her sister hanging around on the first day of training , attracting attention , possible targets painted on her back in the process . “ a shame , sure . it’s a fucking joke is what it is . ” she responds , axe flung once more through the air and landing square in the dummy’s head .

Andromache doesn’t fail to notice Mina rubbing at her forehead and looking not her usual self but that wasn’t her business to stick her nose in unless Mina brought it up. Andy couldn’t blame her for not feeling well after the two twists. If Andy had a child or sibling to be Reaped, Andy would have volunteered too. But that wasn’t something Andy would ever voice.

Andromache agreed with Mina but instead when she spoke it came in the form of “It doesn’t seem very advantageous. What is the purpose of a Victor and their entitled benefits, including not having the need for terrasse, if it is going to make you a target for future Reapings?” Andy glanced around subtly as she continued “It will upset the general masses for various reasons specific to the District and on the other side of the coin, you’re taking the ‘treasures’ of the Capitol and killing them and their family, which I can’t imagine the citizens would enjoy.” Andy shrugged “But I’m sure President Snow and Plutarch Heavensbee have their reasons.”

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Andromache hadn’t been able take a break all day until now, as the Peacekeepers were all on high alert as the Tributes and Victors had arrived in the Capitol and yet another twist, one causing emotional reactions and possible uproar or uprising, for the Games was announced. 

Having gone down to her room in the Peacekeeper Quarters to have something to eat and drink, Andy now was in the glass elevators being whisked upwards. When the elevator doors opened there stood Jet. Jet and Andy had history as the stylist was rather out spoken in being against the Games and was constantly pushing the boundaries. 

Stepping out of the Elevator but blocking the entrance so the doors closed and the stylist couldn’t get on. Andy stared him down with a emotionless face for a moment. “Excited for this year’s Games, Jet?”

“there’s been so many shocking twists before the Games have even started. What do you think the Arena will be like this year?”

@exitio

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I don’t mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that’s how it comes out.

Bill Hicks (via nevilleslongbottom)

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Andromache wanted to work out some before the Tower started waking and filling again so she had come down to the Training Center. Andy had been hoping it would be empty but wasn’t surprised to find Mina there and Mina wasn’t the worst person to share the center with.

Andromache nodded at the question. “At least another two hours.” Andy moved to pick up an axe, weighing it in her palm. “I can see.” She noted before throwing the axe down the range, striking a target with a satisfying thunk . “It’s a shame that you’re having to go back in.” Andy offered her attempt at empathy, looking back at Mina.

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 .        training center ,     the gym            𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 .          day two .

she got sick again , the second morning in a row . the bile crawled up her throat and it stung her lips and purged itself of her . her hands shook as she wiped her lips , knees stung on the cold tile of the floor as a cold and terrifying realisation dawned on her . but no , she refuses to believe it , puts it down to stress . from the reaping to her own volunteering , her body under so much stress that it’s only natural she feels a little worse for wear .

distraction . she makes her way down to the gym since there’s no hope of her getting any sleep now . may as well get to work , and the official tribute training won’t begin for another couple of hours anyway . axe in hand , she lets her frustration out , throwing fervently at the targets . she yells , grunts , tossing those axes with all the strength her tiny body affords her . 

she’s so lost that she jumps when she hears the door slam shut . sweating , she turns , checks the time . “ i still have time before the tributes come down , right ? ” she asks , breathless . “ i was just … venting . ”

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Andromache had gone to the roof top to get some air since she could tell if she were to sleep that she would have nightmares. What Andromache had not been expecting when she went to the rooftop was to find Eben. Seeing the other Victor caused it’s own stirring in Andy’s chest. She walked quietly up beside him. “I bet you’re glad you don’t have any more siblings and don’t have any kids.” She mused dryly.

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charlize theron . cis women . she/they ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s ANDROMACHE “ANDY” KATZ, the FORTY-FIVE year old 61ST VICTOR/EX-MENTOR/HEAD OF PEACEKEEPER OPERATIONS from DISTRICT SEVEN / THE CAPITOL . they’ve been in the capitol around SIX YEARS , long enough to gain a reputation for being so SELF DISCIPLINED & ALOOF . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character IS part of the uprising ) 

Quick Facts

Full name : Andromache Katz

Nickname(s) : Andy ( Only people with permission allowed to call her Andy or she get mad )

Gender : Cis woman

Pronouns : She/They

Birthday : January 1st, Forty Nine

Relationship Status : Single

Family : Fiancee/Soulmate - Lavender (DECEASED)

Moral Alignment : Neutral Evil

Likes : Crisp fall mornings, Baked goods, Holding grudges

Dislikes : Disobedience, Georgette Woods, Playing nice

District : Seven but now lives in Capitol when working but still has Victor Village home in Seven as well as a private house she built in Seven in the forest. 

Victor Year : Sixty-One

Uprising : Part of, very much undercover

Background - CW: Parental Death, Eye Gore, Death, Drowning, Partner Death, Mourning 

What little of a childhood that Andromache had gotten to experience, felt like it had occurred lifetimes ago. Andromache was orphaned shortly after her birth which led to her growing up in an orphanage in District Seven. Andromache didn’t mind, she had never known anything different and her best friend from birth made everything so much easier. 

Her name had been Lavender. They had grown up side by side and spent nearly every waking moment by each other’s sides. Lavender was quiet, polite, kind, caring, and the most compassionate person Andromache had ever met. Andromache loved her best friend more than anything or anyone else in the world. 

Before being Reaped, Andromache was terrified of the Games. District Seven had had their Victors, but they weren’t known for winning by any means.The effect of seeing much older and larger tributes destroy smaller and younger tributes really got to Andy.

When Andromache was Reaped she cried and clung to Lavender. She knew she wasn’t coming home. Andromache was ripped from her best friend’s arms and taken to the stage, tears still streaming down her face.

After Andromache won her Games she withdrew into herself becoming a shell of the girl she used to be. Eventually, with Lavender’s help and support, Andromache was able to compartimalize her feelings, memories, and fears, though she is still not free of the night terrors. Andromache committed herself to training to become physically and mentally stronger. Hours of training everyday eventually lead to Andy becoming incredibly well trained and deadly. 

It was all starting to come together, Lavender was eighteen, almost too old to be Reaped, and madly in love and engaged. Lavender had moved in with Andromache in her Victor Village home and they were looking forward to the future together. 

Then the unspeakable happened, Lavender was Reaped. Andromache was glued to the Games at all hours, not sleeping because of not wanting to miss anything happening with Lavender. 

Lavender finished second in the Sixty-Eighth Annual Hunger Games. Kane Marcello got the advantage on Lavender, overpowering her before holding Lavender’s face down underwater until the cannon sounded.

After Andromache’s soulmate’s death, she was never the same. Andromache became aloof and unemotional for the most part, cutting herself off from everyone, losing purpose in life, and becoming a person she never imagined herself becoming.

Andromache isn’t very close with many and those she’s “close” to, she’s still very aloof to majority of the time. When Andy was mentoring she wanted to help her Tributes and tried to bring as many home as she could but she also expected a lot from her Tributes but also doesn’t take kindly to attitude, lack of trying, or pity parties. 

One of the few people Andromache used to be close with was Eben Greyfield. The two won back to back, both at very young ages so it made sense the two would connect. Andy and Eben became a chosen family.

Unfortunately, being back to back Victors would become a curse. Not long after Lavender’s death, Andromache became forced to ‘entertain’ Captiolites. Worse yet, Andromache and Eben were marketed as a ‘package’.

Eventually, with both Andy and Eben losing their soulmates, the two drifted apart as both became aloof and numb.

Despite them drifting apart, they are still both forced to entertain together at times.

The other person who had been one of the rare few let in by Andromache was Io. Io won two Games before Lavender died and for some reason Io grew on Andy. They became close friends before drifting apart when Andy “went dark”.

After attending Peacekeeper training, Andromache became a Peacekeeper in 78 in District Two before being Head Peacekeeper for the District in 82. In 88 Andromache became Head of Peacekeeper Operations for all of Panem. After last year’s Games, Andromache retired from Mentoring. 

Secretly, Andy hates the Games and is involved with the Uprising but if you were to ask anyone else, they’d say Andromache either supports the Games or plays her role without objection. 

Games - Death, Hunger Games Violence, Eye Injury, Eye Gore, Blood

Andromache may not have had luck on her side when she was Reaped at her first ever Reaping, but she did have luck when it came to her Arena’s theme. 

The Arena theme for the 61st Hunger Games was the Pacific Northwest. The Arena had mountains, gorges, dense forest, and a river which varied in depth and water speed and at one point turned into a massive crashing waterfall. 

Andromache’s strategy going into the Games was to hide as long as possible and if she had to fight, fight with everything in her.

This strategy worked well for Andy and for most of the Game she was able to stay hidden away from the other Tributes, watching them from her hiding spot, usually high up in the treetops, but never attacking. 

On the last day, Andy was forced from her current treetop hiding spot by a wildfire started by the Gamemakers in an attempt to drive the remaining tributes together, like animals being hunted. 

Forced into the river just above the waterfall as the trees burned on either side, Andy watched in horror as the District Two female sunk her weapon into the neck of the only other Tribute remaining and for a moment, the water downstream turned red.

With nowhere left to go, Andy tried to run upstream but suddenly the water became deeper and Andromache’s feet couldn’t reach the bottom. The swift water started carrying Andy back downstream and right into the hands of the District Two female who dragged her into shallower water. 

Andy was so much smaller than the other girl and it felt even more drastic with the girl looming over Andy. Water splashing as Andy tried to escape, the older Tribute was able to grab Andromache’s face and shove Andromache’s head underwater. 

Andy knew she was going to die. She had opened her eyes, not even feeling the sting of the water, and was able to see the sunlight and shadow of a person above her. She could see the surface she needed to break in order to get a breath of air. It was so close, yet impossibly far away. The edges of Andromache’s vision were turning black and her lungs were burning.

 Desperately needing air, Andromache had clawed and scratched wildly above her. Eventually she felt a nose. Instinctively, Andromache reached a little further up and to the side on each side of where she had encountered the nose. Andy’s fingers curled, nails digging into the girl’s eyes and clawing as hard as she could.

Suddenly Andromache was no longer being held down, she swam toward the shore where the fire had extinguished, crawling out of the way as Andy gasped for air, panting, coughing, choking. Looking back, Andromache saw the other Tribute, screaming and blood streaming from mangled sockets, a sight Andromache will never forget, stumble backwards into deeper, quick moving water. The other girl tried to swim but it was futile as she was swept down the river and over the crest of the waterfall. A few seconds of silence that feel like a lifetime. A cannon. A voice announcing Andromache had won. It all happened so fast.