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gclddvst‌:

          the  gamemaker  shrugs  .  it  wasn’t  a  very  good  joke  ,  and  they  can’t  bring  themself  to  actually  care  that  it  wasn’t  responded  to  how  they’d  expected  .  “  you’re  not  that  bad  .  ”  they  can’t  help  but  think  that  she  pales  in  comparison  to  the  most  talkative  of  their  coworkers  —  at  least  she  possesses  some  self  -  awareness  .  “  i’m  just  not  very  talkative  .  ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒   𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍   𝐀   𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓   𝐎𝐅   𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 before   the   escort’s   voice   returns   .  she   couldn’t   stand   silence   ,   it’s   always   been   to   eerie   for   her   .  but   really   ,   she   was   just   afraid   that   without   noise   ,   every   unwanted   thought   ,   every   unnecessary   worry   would   slowly   resurface   in   her   mind   .   ❛    it’s   alright   .  but   how   come  ?  i’m   sorry   --   that’s   a   personal   question   .   ❜   she   cleared   her   throat   and   willed   her   mind   to   fabricate   another   sentence   of   a   much   more   lighter   topic   .    ❛ what   are   you   working   on   ?   ❜   she   asked   as   she   tilted   her   head   just   slightly   to   take   a   peak   at   the   other’s   work   .

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𝙽𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙺𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴 ‌:

                        𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄     𝐎𝐅     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃     𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒     𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃     𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐇𝐄𝐑     𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇.     he     wasn’t     hearing     that.     that     pitying     self-doubt.     it     be     one     thing     if     she     wanted     to     offer     herself     up     for     a     noble     cause.     maybe     adair     had     more     at     stake     —     like     nash     had     felt     that     briar     did     during     his     games.     which     was     why     he     had     been     willing     to     die     for     her.     but     he     had     still     tried.     tried     to     survive     &     in     the     end     briar     died     &     he     didn’t.     there     was     a     feeling     that     krista     conley     would     be     the     bigger     headache     of     the     two     tributes.     a     feeling     vindicated     if     she     had     already     decided     to     lose     before     even     stepping     foot     in     the     arena.               ❝     you     want     to     give     up     before     we     even     get     started     then     you     are     going     to     have     to     give     me     a     better     reason     than     that.     because     there     is     not     a     damn     one     of     you     that     doesn’t     deserve     the     chance     to     𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎.     ❞               a     beat     of     silence.     a     theory     develops.     maybe     a     little     opening     up     was     in     order.               ❝     you     know,     i     didn’t     plan     to     make     it     out     of     the     games     alive     either.     i     was     ready     to     lay     my     life     down     for     my     district     partner     —     both     because     she     was     my     friend     &     i     felt     that     her     family     needed     her     far     more     than     mine     needed     me.     but     things     don’t     always     go     according     to     plan     in     there.     it     isn’t     going     to     hurt     anything     for     you     to     be     prepared.     for     you     to     try.     even     if     it     is     only     to     have     adair’s     back.     ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐍𝐎   𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓   in   the   conley   girl’s   mind   ,   that   she   would   forever   lack   the   caprice   which   was   essential   in   winning   or   at   least   trying   to   win   the  hunger   games   .   she   was   a   rebel   ,   a   misfit   ,   a   strong   -   willed   ,   itty   bitty   girl   from   district   seven   ,   who   didn’t   even   know   how   to   wield   an   axe   .  she   was   at   a   disadvantage   .   always   has   been   .   from   the   moment   she   was   born   .   her   mother   had   died   at   childbirth   which   subsequently   caused   her   father   to   turn   into   a   pitiful   drunkard   who   woke   up   in   the   bed   of   another   woman   every   second   day   .   she   never   felt   the   solace   of   a   home   ,   the   love   of   a   mother   ,   the   guidance   of   a   father   .   such   tragedies   had   embedded   the   idea   in   the   conley’s   mind   ,   that   she   had   nothing   to   live   for   .   no   one   to   fight   for   .   in   the   very   rare   instance   that   she   is   declared   victor   of   the   seventy   -   fourth   hunger   games   ,   who   would   she   go   back   to  ?  she’d   have   no   one   but   harrowing   guilt   .   she   doesn’t   know   how   nash   did   .   how   nash   could   live   after   being   forced   to   experience   such   horrors   .   she   wanted   his   bravery   ,   she   wanted   his   strength   .   and   the   discovery   of   his   past   ,   krista   realised   ,  she   didn’t   want   to   make   this   man’s   life   harder   than   it   already   was . ❛    okay   .   ❜   a   sigh   tumbled   from   her   lips   . ❛    i’ll   try   .   but   when   it   comes   down   to   it   ,   i’ll   put   adair’s   life   over   mine   .   and   i   hope   you’ll   do   too   .   ❜   she   gulped   .   it   had   been   a   foolish   ask   ,   brave   maybe   but   stupid   all   the   same     .   she   didn’t   want   to   die   (  she   didn’t   want   to   win   either  )  but   she   might   as   well   have   asked   for   it   in   that   moment   .    ❛   there’s   nothing   left   for   me   in   seven    .   ❜

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𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙶 ‌:

          winslow  almost  feels  bad  for  being  so  harsh  .  almost  .  because  the  memory  of  their  parents’  argument  that  fateful  night  is  burned  into  the  back  of  their  brain  ,  a  constant  reminder  of  the  price  of  a  difference  of  opinion  in  the  capitol  (  rebellion  is  expected  from  the  districts  ,  but  the  capitol  is  supposed  to  be  full  of  loyal  ,  vapid  citizens  ,  and  they  will  do  anything  to  maintain  that  image  )  .  and  she’s  from  district  seven  ,  not  one  ,  so  they  would  have  thought  she  already  knew  just  how  vicious  panem’s  law  enforcement  can  be  .  “  you  thought  i  was  a  tribute  ?  ”  they  snort  in  amusement  .  “  i  suppose  i  should  take  that  as  a  compliment  ,  most  people  think  i  look  older  than  i  am  ,  not  younger  .  ”  they  think  it’s  their  hair  —  the  whitish  -  greyish  colour  giving  the  illusion  that  they’re  older  than  they  are  .  although  personally  ,  win  can’t  see  it  .  “  winslow  .  i’d  say  nice  to  meet  you  ,  but  ,  well  …  ”  they  gesture  around  the  pair  .  “  it’s  a  little  cramped  in  here  .  ”  they’re  careful  to  omit  any  mention  of  exactly  who  they  are  —  after  all  ,  it’s  a  little  awkward  to  tell  the  person  who  dragged  you  into  a  storage  closet  that  you’re  one  of  the  people  in  charge  of  choreographing  their  death  .

 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒  spirits  ,  the  conley  girl  smiled  along  with  the  other’s  expressions  of  amusement  but  her  brows  snapped  together  in  confusion  as  she  heard  other  people’s  conclusion  about  their  age  .   ❛  really ? i  don’t  seee  that  at  all  .  but  maybe  it’s  cause  of  the  hair  ?  it  looks  really  cool  though  .  i  could  never  rock  silver  hair  .   ❜  she  was  on  the  edge  of  another  questioning  pertaining  hair  colour  when  they  helped  the  conley  girl  come  to  realisation  of  their  rather  suffocating  surroundings .  ❛  oh  right  .    ❜  the  blonde  nodded  as  she  pushed  open  the  door  before  holding  it  open  for  the  other  to  exit  .   ❛  i  don’t  suppose  you  know  any  good  hiding  spots  do  you ?  i  can  basically  feel  my  escort’s  hawk  eyes  on  me  already  and  it  just  ---  ugh  .   ❜  krista  showed  an  exaggerated  shiver  . ❛  they’re  nice  and  all  but  .  .  .  a  little  bit.  deranged  .  but  everyone  in  this  stupid  place  is  .  ❜  the  conley  girl  muttered  as  she  crossed  her  hands  over  her  chest  and  blew  a  stray  piece  of  hair  away  from  her  eyes  .   

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𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 : reaping of the 74th hunger games  𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 : district seven  𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠 : flashback / self - para 

           𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋  𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄  threatened  to  melt  into  silver  tears  as  the  sound  of  her  name  was  exclaimed  with  annoying  joviality  and  foreign  elegance  from  the  lips  of  the  escort  .  a  thousand  thoughts  ran  chaotically  across  her  mind  and  feelings  of  dread  and  anxiety  began  their  rampage  on  her  fragile  ,  stone  -  cold  heart  ,  the  stampede  causing  it  to  shatter  in  pathetic  pieces  .  and  she  feels  it  as  fear  .  it’s  burning  fear  that  renders  her  frozen  ,  paralysed  on  the  spot  .  and  it’s  the  fear  that  draws  the  blood  from  her  face  ,  churns  the  contents  of  her  stomach  and  leaves  her  lips  agape  .  but  it’s  quickly  replaced  with  anger  .  jus  as  strong  and  just  as  painful  .

 SHE  ONLY  ROLLS  HER  EYES  before  she  separates  herself  from  the  group  of  girls  who  exhale  in  relief  and  attempt  to  express  their  condolences  through  their  sorrowful  gazes  .  but  krista  only  grimaces  and  glares  with  disgust  in  return  .  she  knows  it’s  just  a  facade  ,  pretend  gratefulness  but  really  they  hate  the  conley  girl  as  much  as  the  she  hates  them  .  krista  was  not  particualrly  known  around  town  for  being  the  sweet  -  girl  -  next  -  door  ,  but  rather  quite  the  opposite  .  she  was  a  misifit  ,  a  rebel  and  one  that  never  knew  when  to  quit  .  and  that  made  her  dangerous  .  she  was  a  liability  for  the  district  and  it  would  be  better  for  her  to  be  gone  .  annihilated  by  the  games  she’s  fervently  an  pathetically  tried  to  destroy  . 

 SHE  STOMPS  UP  TO  THE  makeshift  stage  by  the  front  of  justice  hall  ,  the  eerie  smile  of  the  escort  awaiting  her  .  she  feels  nauseous  ,  dizzy  .  the  pressure  of  the  peacekeeper’s  hands  on  her  back  and  the  watchful  eyes  of  the  rest  of  seven  made  her  feel  suffocated  .  what  did  she  do  to  deserve  this ? what  did  any  of  them  do  to  deserve  this ? nothing  .  they  had  done  nothing  worthy  of  such  ramifications  .  only  bearing  the  sin  of  obscure  birth  into  undue  distinction  .  their  lives  are  predestined  from  the  beginning  ,  ruined  by  the  rebellion  of  their  ancestors  and  dictated  by  the  tyranny  of  panem’s  government  .  there  was  no  escape  .  such  horrible  endings  were  only  inevitable  for  such  horrible  people  like  herself  . 

 THERE’S  A  STRANGE  FEELING  that  swirls  within  her  as  she  looks  out  onto  the  crowds  of  seven  .  some  look  sympathetic  ,  some  are  hopeful  ,  some  are  bored  .  but  she  casts  her  eyes  past  the  people  and  onto  the  trees  .  from  the  height  of  the  stage  ,  it  was  possible  to  see  seven’s  forest  .  so  mesmerisingly  beautiful  ,  lush  and  bright  emerald  .  it  was  the  only  thing  that  gave  the  town  colour  .  she  longs  to  be  within  it  .  she  craves  to  be  lost  in  the  embrace  of  the  trees  and  kisses  of  the  leaves  .  she  desires  nothing  more  than  to  lie  in  the  centre  of  it  ,  the  forrest  floor  of  dried  twigs  and  leaves  poking  through  her  shirts  ,  the  vast  ,  endless  sapphire  sky  above  her  and  the  summer  breeze  enveloping  her  in  a  soft  embrace  .  but  the  voice  of  the  escort  rips  her  away  from  the  tide  of  her  memories  . 

 ❝ IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU’D  LIKE  TO  SAY ? ❞   they  ask  and  push  the  microphone  towards  her  .  she  yanks  back  reflexively  and  there’s  an  irritating  feedback  noise  that  ripples  throughout  the  district  .  she  clears  her  throat  and  exhales  a  shaky  breath  ,  the  volume  of  it  is  amplified  and  her  fear  is  no  doubt  exposed  . “  they  won’t  stop  .  ”  he  voice  is  weak  at  first  ,  very  timid  and  very  unusual  to  her  passionate  and  boisterous  one  .  but  she  remembers  her  anger  ,  she  remembers  her  pain  and  her  hatred  .  ❛  these  games  will  continue  forever  .  but  it  doesn’t  have  to  .  you  can  fight ! you  can  live  in  a  world  without  the  games  ,  without  the  capitol  --   ❜ the  escort  attempts  to  take  the  microphone  back  from  the  girl  but  such  interruptions  to  speeches  of  passion  would  do  nothing  to  a  girl  who’s  got  veins  made  out  of  steel  and  a  heart  made  out  of  stone  .  krista  grabs  hold  of  the  microphone  and   exclaims  her  last  words  to  her  district  . ❛ fight  ,  you’ve  got  to  fight ! ❜ that’s  all  the  manages  to  say  before  the  peacekeepers  grab  her  arm  and  station  her  away  from  the  microphone  .

SUCH  MOVEMENTS  WERE  RISKY  ,  it  threatened  your  life  ,  the  life  of  those  you  care  about  .  but  another  thing  that  made  krista  conley  dangerous  ,  she  had  nothing  to  lose  .  her  drunkard  of  a  father  was  not   amongst  the  crowds  who  watched  the  reaping  .  he  was  most  likely  drowned  in  over  -  indulgence  of  alcohol  ,  in  the  bed  of  another  woman  .  her  adopted  brothers  ,  both  were  taken  by  the  games  .  her  adopted  grandmother  ,  the  closest  thing  she  had  to  a  mother  .  died  of  old  age  ,  a  year  ago  .  there  really  was  nothing  for  her  to  lose  .  and  that  would  be  her  biggest  advantage  and  her  greatest  weakness  .  

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𝙰𝙻𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙸 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙰𝚄 ‌:

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.

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  ,  𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  of  being  an  escort  ,  the  job  which  requirement  for  talking  exceeded  perhaps  every  other  possible  job  in  panem  --  besides  caesar  flickerman’s  of  course  --   and  she  still  has  not  yet  managed  to  P E R F E C T  the  art  of  talking  .  her  grandmother  constantly  told  her  that  she  had  inherited  the  trait  for  pathetic  awkwardness ( her  grandmother’s  own  words ) from  her  equally  pathetic  grandfather  (  why  her  grandfather  was  so  pathethic  --  she  never  knew  .  )  despite  facing  such  --  apparently  genetic  --  difficulties  ,  kiara  made  way  to  the  nearest  tribute  and  offered  a  smile  . ❛  hello ! you  look  very  beautiful  .  but  --  um  ...  are  you  alright ? ❜  it  was  a  stupid  question  but  as  ardently  detailed  before  ,  kiara  lockhorn  was  never  one  for  words  .

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𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙶 ‌:

open  starter  /  winslow  ,  the  training  centre  .

          winslow  sits  with  their  back  to  a  wall  ,  head  bent  forward  and  knees  drawn  up  halfway  to  support  their  sketchbook  as  they  draw  .  they’re  taking  a  break  from  work  ,  and  have  sought  out  a  spot  with  a  decent  view  of  the  tributes’  training  centre  —  officially  they  shouldn’t  be  watching  yet  ,  but  it’s  not  as  if  their  opinion  on  the  final  rankings  holds  much  weight  .  and  besides  ,  they’re  not  watching  ,  they’re  just  drawing  —  much  more  focused  on  making  their  sketch  look  good  than  on  analysing  or  evaluating  the  tributes  .  the  sound  of  footsteps  on  the  polished  concrete  floor  prompts  the  gamemaker  to  glance  up  ,  though  their  expression  remains  relatively  neutral  .  “  want  to  join  the  loners  club  ?  entry  fee  is  two  cents  .  minimal  talking  allowed  .  ”

𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘  for  her  tributes  left  the  lockhorn  drifting  towards  the  training  centre  .  she  wasn’t  even  sure  whether  she  was  permitted  to  be  in  such  locations  but  there  were  greater  and  far. more  important  things  on  her  mind  than  being ��reprimanded  by  a  peacekeeper  for  her  lack  of  geographical  awareness  . ❛  oh  hello  ! ❜  the  brunette  smiled  as  she  was  snapped  out  of  her  thoughts  .  she  sat  beside  the  other  but  kept  her  gaze  on  the  tributes  ,  trying  to  spot  her  pair  from   eleven  .  ❛  i’m  afraid  i’m  not  very  good  at  shutting  up  .  i  wish  i  was  .  my  father  always  said  i  was  too  chatty  for  my  own  good  ,  maybe  that’s  why  he  left  us  .  hah  .  .  .  ❜  an  awkward  chuckle  accompanied  her  awkward  joke  and  kiara  felt  the  heat  disperse  throughout  his  cheeks  .   ❛  sorry  .  .  .  i’ll  try  to  shut  up  now  .   ❜

[vclcanic]

𝚂𝚈𝙻𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙴 𝚁𝚈𝚄 :

sylvene’s wide, brown gaze roams the area. “my, how we stylists have worked like dogs to make you scruffy little things look magnificent!” by scruffy little things, she of course meant the tributes. “people get so wrapped up in the games, they never think about how difficult it is for us stylists. in some ways, it’s more difficult for us. some tributes seem to have never even heard of fashion. oh, you’re all so lucky you have us!”

𝐀𝐍  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐉𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 endeavoured  to  dance  upon  the  lockhorn  girl’s  features  .  it’s  not  rare  that  she’s  faced  with  capitol  citizen’s  fervent  ignorance  of  the  tyrannical  nature  of  panem’s  government  and  the  injustice  that  comes  as  a  result  of  which  lower  districts  ,  such  as  the  one  she  works  for  ,  must  burden  .  to  kiara  ,  it’s  disheartening  but  lessons  of  propriety  from  her  grandmother  had  taught  her  to  face  such  circumstances  with  patience  and  understanding  .  ❛  yes  .  truly  .  you’re  quite  talented  sylvene  .  but  calling  them  dogs  are  a  bit  harsh  don’t  you  think  ?  ❜

[vclcanic]

𝙰𝙼𝙱𝚁𝚄𝚉𝙴 𝚉𝙰𝙻𝙴 ‌:

SETTING: anywhere during interview day.

ambruze hadn’t gotten much sleep, that was evident. as the day progressed, he seemed consistently absent-minded. this was pretty unusual for him. though he was quite the drunkard, he normally made an effort to engage with the public. but today, he was somber and not entirely there. this was because of his sister’s reaping, anyone with half a brain would figure out. (yet all the capitol citizens did in response was give him a few useless tears.) when he thought he heard someone speaking to him, he said, “sorry, were you talking to me?”

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃  person  in  panem  ,  kiara  has  suffered  many  moments  of  mortifications  of  which  cause  her  cheeks  to  flush  the  darkest  shade  of  ruby  possible  and  is  usually  accompanied  with  some  sort  of  nervous  stuttering  .  but  anything  which  was  associated  with  those  in  power  or  of  special  rank  for  example  victors  ,  such  as  the  one  she  had  been  standing  beside  right  now  ,  usually  amplified  such  nervous  tics  .  ❛  oh  --  um  ,  what  ?  me  ?  yes  .  no  .  yes  --  wait  sorry  ,  no  i  wasn’t  .  i  was  just  mumbling  to  myself  .  .  .  again  .  ❜  the  brunette  cleared  her  throat  and  mentally  scolded  herself  for  her  truly  pathetic  demeanour  . ❛  just  a  little  worried  for  my  tributes  . i  don’t  think  i  prepared  them  enough . . . anyway ,  how  are  yours  ?  oh  and  --  um  ,  i’m  . . .i’m  really  sorry  to  hear  about  your  sister  .  ❜  she  offered  the  other  a  sympathetic  smile  . ❛  i  really  am  ❜

[vclcanic]

introducing   .   .   .   KIARA   LOCKHORN   of   THE   CAPITOL

[ NAOMI   SCOTT   ,   CISFEMALE,   SHE/HER. ]        well,   if   it   isn’t kiara   lockhorn ,   our   resident DISTRICT   11   ESCORT ! i’m   so   excited   to   see   what   they’ll   be   bringing   to   the   table   this   year.   they’re twenty   -   seven years   old, & they’ve   been   in   this   position   for seven   years. i   hope   they’re   ready   for   the   publicity   —   the   tabloids   have   already   started   talking   about   them ! anyways,   i   got   to   meet   them   once, & they’re   a   lot   like   morning   sunlight   as   it   hits   the   ridge   just   right   and   the   blue   mountains   turn   into   a   windswept   painting   of   foggy   stars    ,   tongue   dizzy   with   pink-petal   taste   of   secret   fairytales   whispered   to   you   by   the   clouds   &   mouth   made   subtly   for   the   articulate   frenzy   of   revolution   .

001 . BASICS

name  :  kiara lockhorn

nicknames  :  kie , locky 

age  :  twenty - seven

birthplace  :   capitol

occupation  :  district eleven escort

orientation  :  heterosexual

song  inspo :  royals ( lorde ) , from eden ( hozier ) , sea of love ( cat power ) 

002    .    IMPRESSIONS

kiara   is   very   awkward   and   shy   and   she’s   clumsy   and   that’s   most   likely   the   first   impression   that   she’ll   give 

she’s   very   approachable   and   does   not   have   an   intimidating   demeanour   at   all 

she’s   pretty   easy   to   read   and   is   just   horrible   ,   like   really   bad   ,   a   lying 

003    .    FAMILY

tayla    steele  ( mother )     :    was   from   district   one   who   moved   to   the   capitol   after   her   mother   /   kie’s   grandmother    became   successful   in   designing   capitol   couture   .   she   is   also   famous   because   tayla’s   sister   /   kie’s   aunt   was   the   victor   for   one   of   the   hunger   games   and   they   received   major   praise   and   commendations   for   this   so   her   mother   and   her   mother’s   family   have   always   been   avid   supporters   of   the   hunger   games 

argon    lockhorn ( father ) :    was    a   capitol   boy   born   and   bred   .   he   had   a   pretty   tough   family   ,   they   came   from   a   long   line   of   peacekeepers    but   were   always   supporters   of   president   snow   and   the   capitol   .   it   was   only   in   the   recent   generations   that   the   lockhorn   family   shifted   from   peacekeepers   to   tribute   trainers   . 

lennox   lockhorn ( uncle ) :   her   uncle   was   a   peacekeeper   and   was   often   assigned   to   command   the   troops   in   district   eleven   .   however   when   he   realised   the   oppression   of   the   citizens   and   the   capitol’s   abuse   of   power   ,   he   attempted   to   start   a   rebellion   .   but   it   was   quickly   shut   down   and   one   of   those   to   who   he   confessed   his   plans   of   gradual   usurpation   betrayed   him   to   their   commander   and   he   was   executed   . 

004    .    BACKGROUND

kiara   grew   up   in   an   affluent   household   ,   the   lockhorn   name   was   well   -   regarded   and   extremely   well   -   known   around   the   capitol   .   they   were   very   rich   and   were   well   -   connected   with   those   in   power   .   so   it   was   pretty   easy   for   the   lockhorn   family   to   bend   others   to   their   will   ,   of   course   as   a   child   ,   kiara   had   no   idea   of   the   power   of   her   name   nor   did   she   have   any   awareness   on   her   family’s   malicious   manipulation   of   others   .   as   a   child   ,   she   was   happy   ,   there   was   nothing   she   lacked   . 

she   grew   up   under   the   constant   scrutinising   eye   of   her   grandmother   who   was   basically   the   one   who   raised   her ( since   her   mother   was   busy   with   the   dress   shop   and   her   father   was   busy   with   working   in   president   snow’s   cabinet  ) it   was   her   grandmother   who   taught   her   proper   manners   and   conversation   etiquette   .   being   an   adventurous   kid   ,   who   wanted   to   play   in   the   rain   and   had   no   fear   of   getting   her   dresses   muddy   ,   conforming   to   the   capitol   norms   was   hard   for   her    .   it   was   because   of   this   which   sparked   her   detestation   for   the   capitol   .   she   hated   the   propriety   it   all   ,   it   was   so   constricting   and   suffocating   . 

she   never   saw   herself   as   an   escort   ,   she   always   hated   the   games   .   her   family   always   watched   it   together   every   year   and   they   would   place   bets   on   who   would   win   and   cheer   on   the   death   of   those   they.   despised   .   it   disgusted   her   and   she   was   revolted   by   it   .   she   was   always   forced   to   watch   it   by   her   mother   but   she   would   often   pretend   to   be   sick   and   bed   -   ridden   so   that   she   didn’t   have   to   watch   it   . 

when   she   heard   news   of   her   uncle’s   sudden   death   ,   it   really   shocked   her   .   he   had   been   in   good   health   and   always   took   care   of   himself   .   so   the   news   of   his   passing   was   really   surprising   for   her   .   her   uncle   used   to   always   tell   her   stories   of   other   districts   ,   past   the   capitol   where   children   are   starving   and   in   rags   .   kie   always   hated   those   stories   ,   she   hated   how   she   couldn’t   do   anything   ,   she   hated   that   helpless   feeling   that   always   overwhelmed   her   when   she   heard   news   of   the   capitol’s   brutality   on   the   districts   . 

it   was   then   that   she   decided   she   wanted   to   be   an   escort   and   specifically   asked   to   be   the   escort   for   district   11 -- primarily   in   an   effort   to   find   out   what   happened   to   her   uncle   ,   but   after   seven   years   on   the   job   she   still   has   no   idea   what   happened   .   she   just   knows   that   it   certainly   was   not   an   accident --   but   also   because   she   wanted   to   help   the   lower   districts   in   winning 

it’s   been   very   emotionally   taxing   ,   she   tries   really   hard   to   get   sponsors   but   she’s   awkward   and   clumsy   so   it’s   hard   for   her   to   make   conversation   or   to   get   people   to   like   her   --   because   of   this   she   always   blames   the   lack   of   sponsors   on   herself   .   she   hates   how   she’s   not   helped   the   lower   districts   at   all   and   she’s   getting   angry   and   impatient   and   she   hates   the   injustice   of   panem   and   would   be   the   one   of   the   first   to   join   the   resistance   against   the   capitol 

005    .    PERSONALITY

self   -   less :   would   do   anything   for   her   tributes   and   really   try   her   best   to   bring   them   back   home 

industrious   : she’s   hard   -   working   and   doesn’t   quit   easily   .   she   has   a   dream   to   earn   a   lot   of   money   and   then   build   stronger   and   better   houses   for   the   citizens   of   district   11 

stubborn   : doesn’t   often   know   how   to   quit   and   her   etiquette   often   slips   past   her   fingers   when   she’s   overwhelmed   with   emotions   and   she’s   not   afraid   to   let   other   people   know   what   she’s   thinking   either ( but   the   delivery   of   it   is   often   not   as   badass   as   she   wants   it   t   look ) 

erratic   : just   all   over   the   place   mentally   and   physically   .   she’s   always   bustling   about   ,   trying   to   set   up   dinners   with   victors   and   sponsors   ,   working   out   designs   with   stylists   .   but   mentally   ,   she’s   not   stABle   at   aLL  .   will   most   likely   breakdown   and   start   crying   ,   usually   always   gets   overwhelmed   with   the   stress   of   it   all   .   and   resort   to   wine   .   XD

[vclcanic]

 introducing   .   .   .   MACKENNA   GAMMA   of   DISTRICT   3

 [   GEMMA   CHAM,   CIS   FEMALE,   SHE/HER.   ]    introducing   mackenna   gamma   ,   VICTOR   of   the   55th   hunger   games,   representing   district   three.   my   sources   say   that   they   are   thirty-seven   years   old,   &   that   they’re   pretty   handy   with   technology   and   hand   to   hand   combat.   wonder   if   that   did   them   any   good   in   the   arena   ?   anyways,   caesar   says   you   can’t   miss   them,   because   they   remind   everyone   of   a   loneliness   that   turns   time   and   space   golden   ,   haunted   by   phantoms   at   twilight   &   the   pitiful   attempt   to   salvage   your   soul   from   the   ashes   .

001 . BASICS

name  :  mackenna gama 

nicknames  :  mack , macky 

age  :  thirty - seven 

birthplace  :   district three 

occupation  :  victor / mentor 

orientation  :  heterosexual 

song  inspo :  smother ( by daughter ) , ether garden ( by henry jamison ) 

002  .  IMPRESSIONS

mack  prides  herself  in  her  elegance  and  her  propriety  ,  she’s  almost  always  very  calm  and  composed  and  will  not  usually  deviate  from  her  normal  expressions  to  those  of  which  depict  heterodox  emotions  

she  tries  not  to  have  a  very  intimidating  demeanour  but  sometimes  it  just  happens  and  she  looks  like  she’s  scowling  but  she’s  actually  v  friendly!!

003  .  FAMILY 

lana  webb ( mother )   :  was  an  engineer  and  worked  in  the  bigger  companies  of  district  three  .  she  often  visited  the  capitol  and  was  well  -  acquainted  with  those  in  power  .  she  had  a  tendency  to  choose  work  over  her  family  and  often  neglected  her  children  ,  sacrificing  her  time  with  them  to  further  launch  her  career  .

david  gamma ( father ) :  was  a  local  tradesman  and  often  visited  neighbouring  houses  to  fix  any  technological  problems  for  charity  .  he  was  a  simple  man  with  simple  desires  .  unlike  his  wife  ,  he  was  content  with  his  life  as  a  mechanic  and  was  happy  to  spend  time  with  his  kids  and  the  community  .

ronan  gamma ( older  brother ) :  was  very  loved  around  the  district  and  very  popular  amongst  his  friends  .  it  was  almost  expected  tht  he  would  volunteere  for  the  55th  games  when  mackenna  was  reaped  in  order  to  protect  her  .

004  .  BACKGROUND

mack  had  always  been  a  quiet  kid  ,  she  was  always  shy  and  timid  and  was  never  one  for  any  kind  of  spontaneous  activity  .  she  preferred  to  be  at  home  and  was  always  afraid  to  socialise  with  those  outside  of  her  community  (  this  is  because  of  her�� neglectful  mother  who  has  unconsciously  impesssed  on  her  mind  that  she’s  not  enough  for  her  mother  to  want  to  spend  time  with  her  so  why  would  other  people  ?  )

but  as  she  grew  older  ,  her  father  (  who  was  extremely  worried  of  her  lack  of  a  social  life  )  encouraged  her  to  accompany  him  during  his  work  .  it  was  because  of  this  that  mack  became  interested  in  technology  .  she  found  it  fascinating  how  standard  and  seemingly  irrelevant  materials  can  be  stitched  together  to  create  a  new  and  advanced  technological  equipment  .

it  was  her  father  who  taught  her  everything  that  she  knew  about  technology  and  the  basic  functioning  of  objects  and  because  of  their  little  pro  bono  trips  to  other  people’s  houses  and  fixing  their  lightbulb  or  their  plumbing  ,  mack  became  well  -  known  around  town  as  a  good  kid  ,  was  always  well  adored  and  well  regarded  just  like  her  father

it  was  her  mother  who  taught  her  the  importance  of  power  ,  how  it  can  be  attained  ,  used  and  manipulated  .  her  mother  was  distant  and  cold  -  hearted  but  she  was  strong  -  willed  ,  ambitious  and  driven  .  it  was  also  her  who  taught  mack  how  to  be  a  proper  capitol  lady  ,  how  to  sit  properly  ,  how  to  walk  ,  how  to  stand  .  it  was  her  who  helped  her  appreciate  luxury  and  grandness  of  it  all  .

005  .  55TH  HUNGER  GAMES

she  was  eighteen  when  she  was  reaped  for  the  55th  hunger  games  .  it  has  been  a  complete  surprise  ,  it  was  her  first  year  ,  her  name  was  only  there  once  yet  it  was  hers  that  was  called  out  .  her  brother  volunteered  in  a  split  second  ,  he  was  twenty  -  two  at  the  time  . 

many  say  that  mack  only  won  because  of  her  brother  .  it  had  been  down  to  the  last  five  and  an  arrow  had  been  flying  at  her  from  a  career  tribute  but  her  brother  intercepted  it  with  his  body  and  so  he  died  protecting  his  little  sister  .  the  guilt  of  that  is  something  that  mack  has  always  carried  and  it’s  always  eating  her  up  and  giving  her  nightmares  and  this  is  what  makes  her  push  people  away  . 

but  mack  won  the  games  by  somehow  finding  like  the  inputs  for  where  the  gamemaker’s  panel  links  to  the  arena ( not  actually  sure  whether  this  exists  but  umm  let’s  just  say ) with  her  knowledge  in  technology  ,  she  hacked  into  the  interface  of  the  panel  and  deprived  the  arena  of  oxygen  .  all  of  them  would’ve  died  but  it  the  gamemakers  turned  it  on  just  in  time  to  save  mackenna  . 

006  .  PERSONALITY 

level  -  headed  : she’s  calm  and  composed  (  at  least  on  the  outside  )  and  always  tries  to  find  a  logical  solution  to  things 

agreeable  : she’s  polite  and  docile  and  can  make  good  small  -  talk  (  even  though  she  hates  it  )  and  often  uses  this  to  help  her  tributes  get  sponsors 

resentful  : she  hates  the  games  for  taking  her  brother  and  her  innocence  away  and  would  be  more  than  happy  to  rebel  against  it 

indifferent  : she’s  indifferent  to  the  capitol  grandeur  and  hates  it  all  with  a  fervent  passion 

[vclcanic]

𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴𝚁 ‌:

the corner of his lips upturned ever so slightly at that. perhaps it could be a facade, but it was one he was good at, and had kept going for years now. growing up with an apathetic family will do such a thing to you. and well, the compliment on his appearance just fed his ego. he hadn’t been completely aware of his good looks until he arrived at the capitol. “and what will that achieve? an avox will clean it up before anyone of interest would see it.” he could not give into this girls delusions, it would be of no help to either of them. “a quick side note-” he started, echoing the words back to her. “your recklessness is pointless and your desire of any rebellion against these people is a waste of both my time and yours.” however, he had no desire to be back in the company of his stylists and escorts. this girl showed potential for fun. “surely, you can think of something better than that.” 

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇  -  𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘  ,  had  built  her  a  fortitudinous ( though  reckless  and  foolhardy  )  nature  and  a  careless  (  though  ashen  and  overall  generally  pathetic  )  soul  .  around  seven  ,  she  was  often  rejected  with  contempt  for  her  rebellious  nature  ,  spurning  her  whimsical  thinking  of  eliminating  the  the  rampage  of  tyranny  that  diffused  throughout  the  lower  districts  and  refusing  to  empower  and  accompany  her  anger  towards  the  capitol  .  but  she  was  never  one  to  quit  (  or  at  least  ,  never  one  to  know  when  to  quit  .  )  so  the  words  of  the  other  made  very  little  dents  in  stopping  her  desire  for  mischief  ,  ❛  well  we’ve  got  time  to  waste  .  ❜  the  conley  girl  smiled  but  the  latter  words  of  the  other  caused  her  cheeks  to  flush  ruby  and  her  gaze  to  fall  to  the  floor  .  ❛  and  no  those  were  my  best  .  ❜  she  sheepishly  admitted  ,  but  eyes  that  were  trained  to  the  floor  in  embarrassment  quickly  returned  to  meet  the  ones  of  the  boy  ,  her  facade  of  arrogance  returning  just  as  quickly  as  it  left   .   ❛  but  i  doubt  that  you’ve  got  anything  to  contribute  twelve ?   and  to  be  honest  ,  cock  -  iolanus  snow  wasn’t  even  that  bad  ! ❜

[vclcanic]

𝙽𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙺𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴 : ‌

                        ❝     𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓,     𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓     𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐋𝐎𝐆     𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍     𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ?     ❞               the     sarcasm     is     dripping     from     every     word.     capitol     extravagance     is     it’s     own     joke.     the     parade     is     the     epitome     of     it     all.     sacrifices     gussied     up     in     ridiculous     outfits     while     being     carted     toward     their     death     while     the     masses     cheer     on.     a     nod     &     a     jerk     of     his     head     in     the     direction     they     must     venture.     mahogany     hues     stay     trained     on     her     as     he     turns     heel     to     make     way     to     the     seventh     floor.     the     walk     is     quiet     on     his     end.     never     really     feeling     the     need     to     fill     the     void     of     silence.     anything     to     be     said     is     best     held     off     until     there     aren’t     others     to     overhear.     plus,     if     he     wants     to     get     a     read     on     what     she     will     be     like     as     a     tribute     —     what     he’ll     have     to     do     to     make     her     appear     sponsor-friendly     —     that     would     probably     be     best     done     without     the     prying     eyes.     the     moment     those     elevator     doors     close,     however,     the     silence     ends.               ❝     things     are     going     to     go     pretty     quickly     from     here     on     out.     ❞               no     point     in     sugarcoating     anything.     no     beating     around     the     bush.     experience     has     taught     him     that     straightforward     is     more     often     than     not     the     better     approach.               ❝     i     know     this     is     𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.     that     it     is     unfair.     but     you’re     in     it     &     the     whole     point     of     me     being     here     is     to     help     …     if     you’ll     let     me.     ❞

 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀’𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒  capitol  couture  was  quickly  revealed  with  a  scoff  and  a  groan  of  annoyance  . ❛  i  don’t  think  any  kind  of  couture  is  for  me  .  ❜  she  tugged  at  the  waistbands  of  her  dress  in  a  P I T F U L  attempt  to  broaden  it  in  order  to  be  able  to  expand  her  lungs  . ❛  i  honestly  have  no  idea  how  you  did  it  .  i  can  barely  breathe  in  this  thing  .  but  really  it  just  shows  the  capitol’s  poisonous  and  unattainable  standards  of  beauty  .  i  suppose  it’s  easy  to  worry  about  beautiful  things  when  you’re  not starving .  ❜  the  blonde  muttered  as  she  walked  besides  her  mentor  .  she  doesn’t  really  know  much  of  nash  kaine  ,  she  had  only  been  a  little  child  then  ,  barely  even  a  year  old  when  he  won  his  games  .  but  it  didn’t  matter  when  he  won  ,  it  was  how  .  and  it  was  his  vengefulness  and  brutality  that  perpetuated  through  the  district  .  krista  had  grown  up  thinking  he  was  some  sort  of  mythical  legend  ,  with  wrath  and  viciousness  too  powerful  to  exist  .  yet  ,  here  he  was  .  in  the  flesh  and  there  was  a  strange  desire  that  swirled  within  the  shards  of  the  conley  girl’s  H E A R T ,  a  desire  to  make  him  proud  .  but  such  aspirations  were  almost  impossible  for  such  a  weakling  like  her  .  she’s  not  going  to  last  a  second  in  those  games  and  that’s  a  fact  she’s  made   peace  with  .  she  only  had  one  purpose  now  ,  one  last  wish  .   one  last  pitiful  attempt  to  atone  for  her  darkened  soul . she  leaned  on  the  elevator  walls  ,  the  cold  metal  surging  through  her  body  and  electrifying  her  awake  .  yet  her  eyes  fell  H E A V Y  as  a  sigh  escaped  her  lips  .  ❛  i  appreciate  it  nash ,  i  really  do   .  but  don’t  waste  your  efforts  on  me  .  .  .  save  adair  .  he  deserves  to  live  more  than  i  do  . i  mean  probably  ,  to  be  honest  i  don’t  really  know  him  .  but  i  do  know  that  i’m  the  last  person  who  deserves  to  walk  out  of  that  damned  arena  alive  .   ❜

[vclcanic]

𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙶 ‌:

          “  where  do  you  think  the  capitol  gets  its  slaves  ?  ”  winslow  asks  ,  reluctantly  accepting  that  they  may  have  to  say  more  than  one  sentence  at  a  time  .  “  dissenters  and  troublemakers  are  …  re  -  educated  to  become  avoxes  —  those  silent  people  you  see  serving  everyone  around  here  .  and  while  you’d  be  safe  because  you’re  going  to  be  thrown  in  a  giant  death  trap  soon  enough  anyway  ,  i  —  or  any  other  non  -  tribute  you  dragged  into  it  —  would  likely  not  be  so  lucky  .  at  best  ,  my  family  would  be  threatened  or  i’d  lose  my  job  .  at  worst  ,  what  i  just  described  .  ”  perhaps  they’re  being  unnecessarily  harsh  —  the  most  likely  outcome  would  be  a  temporary  dip  in  profits  for  their  father’s  shop  ,  a  metaphorical  slap  on  the  wrist  —  but  winslow  has  worked  hard  to  keep  themself  and  their  father  safe  from  the  people  who  didn’t  think  twice  about  killing  an  eminent  peacekeeper’s  wife  for  the  sole  crime  of  saying  fuck  the  system  once  in  a  fit  of  rage  .

 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀  𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍  and  the  news  of  the  possible  ramifications  to  her  actions  of  rebellion  made  her  go  still  .  she’s  always  been  a  C A R E L E S S   girl  ,  too  lost  in  her  overwhelming  emotions  that  she  often  fails  to  realise  the  consequences  of  her  actions  --  and  even  though  she  may  discern  the  severity  of  her  disobedience  ,  it  had  never  been  enough  to  deactivate  such  ideas  from  her  mind  ,  never  been  enough  to  erase  the  overpowering  desire  to  follow  through  .  but  the  thought  of  putting  someone  else  in  danger  ,  that  was  something  that  always  settled  uneasily  at  the  pit  of  the  conley  girl’s  stomach  .  she  N E V E R  dealt  well  with  guilt  (  one  of  the  many  ,  many  reasons  she’s  most  likely  not  going  to  come  out  of  the  gamemaerk’s  arena  alive  .  )  ❛  i’m  sorry  i  --   ❜  the  apologies  are  foreign  words  and  stale  of  taste  to  the  conley  girl  ,  for  someone  who  often  partakes  in  a  myriad  of  activities  worthy  of  a  thousand  apologies  ,  she  doesn’t  even  come  close  to  saying  them  enough  .  but  there  was  something  about  her  new  acquaintance  ,  this  stranger  who  evoked  such  emotions  from  her  and  so  she  couldn’t  help  but  utter  such  strange  words  .   ❛  i  didn’t  meant  to  put  you  in  danger  .  i  just  thought  .  .  .  well  i  guess  i  thought  you  were  a  tribute  .  but  that’s  not  an  even  better  explanation  .   ❜   krista  admitted  ,  her  gaze  slowly  dropping  to  the  floor  in  E M B A R R A S S M E N T  .  but  they  fly  up  just  as  quickly  and  accompanied  by  a  smile  and  an  extension  of  her  hand .  ❛  i’m  krista  from  seven  .   ❜

[vclcanic]

𝚂𝚈𝙻𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙴 𝚁𝚈𝚄 ‌:

the tribute took sylvene on a rollercoaster of emotions in just a few minutes. earnestly, she said, “you shouldn’t talk to people in the capitol like that. i truly don’t understand why you’re so angry right now, and no one else will either. but i’m rooting for all the tributes, you know! and your mouth could get you killed. do you want that to happen?” it wasn’t a threat, but honest-to-goodness advice, though it could’ve come across as either. “you look so nice. just enjoy your day! it could be one of your last.”

 𝐀𝐍  𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇  tumbled  from  her  lips  and  the  conley  girl  found  herself  clawing  at  her  hair  in  frustration  . ❛  it is one  of  my  last  .  ❜  krista  admitted  ,  her  tone  much  more  somber  and  less  powerful  than  before  . ❛  there’s  little  chance  i’m  getting  out  of  those  games  alive  .  and  same  with  your  tributes  from  twelve  .  that’s  the  way  it’s  always  been  .  the  tributes  from  one  or  two  will  win  and  we’ll  be  nothing  but  numbers  in  their  kill  count  .  so  it  doesn’t  really  matter  what  i  say  or  what  i  do  .  those  games  --  this  capitol  . . .  they’re  already  killing  me  .  ❜

[vclcanic]

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚁𝙾𝙴 𝚉𝙸𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁 ‌:

            HAUNTING   IMAGES   MATERIALIZED   in   her   mind   following   the   parade.   The   ostentatious   style,   extended   eyelashes,   and   puffy   cheeks   of   Capitol   citizens   pressing   themselves   close   to   glimpse   the   tributes   had   been   alarming.   That   microscopic   feeling   washed   over   her,   as   she   felt   analyzed   and   mentally   undressed   by   the   people   whom   would   gamble   on   her   life.   A   well-placed   bet   would   be   on   her   demise,   but   Monroe   popped   the   morbid   thought   like   a   dissipating   balloon.   Instead,   she   attempted   to   concentrate   on   breathing   properly   and   planning   how   to   survive   all   this.   ❛   Finally,   someone   around   here   who   isn’t   deranged.   I   say   we   do   it.   They’re   so   wasteful   around   here   that   it   can’t   get   us   into   too   much   trouble.   ❜   She   remarked   with   an   exasperated   expression,   already   attempting   to   tear   at   the   clunky   fabric   on   her   shoulder.   ❛   Walls   and   paint?   What   were   you   thinking?   ❜  

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  that  currently  perpetuated  throughout  the  conley  girl  manifested  in  the  upward  tug  on  the  corner  of  her  lips  and  the  crinkling  of  her  eyes  in  the  corner  .  though  usually  equipped  with  a  manner  of  arrogant  superiority  ,  krista’s  the  last  person  in  panem  with  a  healthy  level  of  confidence  .  in  that  ,  it  was  fair  to  say  that  she  never  thought  someone  would  actually  consider  accompanying  her  in  her  plans  of  mischief  .  and  so  at  the  brunette’s  agreement  ,  the  conley  girl’s  feelings  of  exuberant  joviality  currently  exceeded  her  normal  level  of  complete  deprivation  .  ❛   tell  me  about  it ! everyone  here  is  either  brainwashed  or  insane  .  ❜  she  grinned  . ❛ how  do  you  want  to  do  it ? we  could  cut  it  to  pieces ? or  we  could  burn  it  !  there’s  a  massive  fireplace  on  the  seventh  floor  that  will  surely  be  enough  to  annihilate  these  stupid  costumes  ❜  krista  shrugged  her  shoulders  at  the  question  . ❛   i  don’t  know  ,  thought  it  might  be  fun  to  ruin  at  least  a  little  bit  of  the  capitol’s  walls  ━━  since  they’ve  ruined  our  lives   and  all ❜

[vclcanic]

𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙰 :

          finally   FREE   from   his   costume   (   though   appreciative   of   the   work   his   stylist   put   into   it   )   ,   he   decided   to   venture   out   ——   maybe   back   to   the   eleventh   floor   .   it   wouldn’t   hurt   to  take   a   longer   route   though   ,   right   ?   see   the   tribute   center   a   bit   before   tomorrow’s   itinerary   .   his   gaze   was   on   one   of   the   many   art   pieces   on   the   wall   when   his   arm   was   tugged   and   he   was   pulled   into   a   closet   ,   eyes   wide   as   they   fell   on   the   other   tribute   there   with   him   .   “   i’m   sorry   ,   what   ?   ”   scout   shook   his   head   ,   trying   to   process   what   she   said   among   the   shock   from   the   sudden   encounter   .   “   you   want   to   vandalize   something   ?   why   ?   ”

 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  been  naturally  disposed  towards  acts  of  rebellion  ,  especially  those  of  which  can  distress  people  with  unreasonable  power  .  though  even  she  herself  must  admit  that  her  record  was  rather  scanty  ,  pointless  and  ineffective  ━━  she  had  never  really  done  anything  past  vandalism  and  theft and  both  were  petty  crimes ━━  but  there  was  no  sort  of  apprehension  in  partaking  in  such  health  (  or  life  really  )  -  compromising  behaviours  right  there  ,  in  the  capitol  .  there  was  no  doubt  that  her  petty  art  would  most  likely  be  scrubbed  away  by  the  capitol’s  avoxes  and  they  could  not  carry  such  tidings  about  a  small  district  girl’s  rebellion  but  it’s  an  adrenaline  rush  all  the  same  .   ❛   oh  come  on  ,  haven’t  you  ever  wanted  to  rebel  against  the  capitol  ?  sure  this  is  a  petty  way  to  do  it  but  it’s  good  to  release  some  A N G E R  don’t  you  think  ? ❜