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Welcome to Panem
THE HUNGER GAMES MEME
Congratulations, Tribute.
You have been selected to participate in the Hunger Games.
The rules are simple: there can only be one victor.
You have to kill everyone else or die.
The last one standing wins.
May the odds be in your favour.
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Scenarios:
1. ENEMIES: in for the kill
The truth is you've been plotting each other's death for a long time. The only thing different about this situation is that everyone else actually wants you to off each other. Who cares if both of you are probably going to die anyway: no one is taking this bastard down except you.
2. ROMANCE: lovers in a dangerous time
What do lovers do when they know they're about to die? Last kiss, last words, last fuck? Maybe you're desperately trying to protect each other from the rest. Maybe you're the last two left alive. What sacrifices are you willing to make? How far will you allow each other to go?
3. ALLIES: set your arms down
It's in both of your best interests to stick together. Two together is more deadly than one, and you can pool supplies and weapons. Of course, this arrangement is most definitely temporary. Maybe it'll fall apart tonight, or tomorrow, or next week. Maybe your alliance has already run its course, and it's about to fall apart...right now.
4. TORTURE: death's not the worst
Sure, the point is to kill them. But why leave it at that? Maybe you've always secretly gotten off on this sort of thing, or maybe you've just cracked under the stress. When everyone is going to die, there's no point in sticking to all those rules society laid down for you any more. You've already incapacitated them; there's no way they can fight back. Might as well have some fun, right?
5. VICTORY: the finish line
You've done it. Last one standing. You've chosen to live, and no one but you knows how much that choice cost you, because they're all dead. At this point there's nothing that will stop you from stepping up to claim victory. You killed every other tribute. Or did you?
6. TOUR: you think this ends?
You've got a fabulous new home, you'll never go hungry again, and now you have to visit all the other districts and face the families of those you've slain. Some districts will greet you joyously and others? Won't. How are you even holding up in the aftermath?
7. OTHER: write your own story
Anything and everything you can think of. Maybe you're not a Tribute, but a Capitol citizen at a lavish watching party. Maybe you're a Mentor courting sponsors, or a Stylist getting your Tribute ready for the arena. Or are you a Gamemaker, with even more cruel surprises to shock and awe?
β
Let the Games begin.
Congratulations, Tribute.
You have been selected to participate in the Hunger Games.
The rules are simple: there can only be one victor.
You have to kill everyone else or die.
The last one standing wins.
May the odds be in your favour.
β
Scenarios:
1. ENEMIES: in for the kill
The truth is you've been plotting each other's death for a long time. The only thing different about this situation is that everyone else actually wants you to off each other. Who cares if both of you are probably going to die anyway: no one is taking this bastard down except you.
2. ROMANCE: lovers in a dangerous time
What do lovers do when they know they're about to die? Last kiss, last words, last fuck? Maybe you're desperately trying to protect each other from the rest. Maybe you're the last two left alive. What sacrifices are you willing to make? How far will you allow each other to go?
3. ALLIES: set your arms down
It's in both of your best interests to stick together. Two together is more deadly than one, and you can pool supplies and weapons. Of course, this arrangement is most definitely temporary. Maybe it'll fall apart tonight, or tomorrow, or next week. Maybe your alliance has already run its course, and it's about to fall apart...right now.
4. TORTURE: death's not the worst
Sure, the point is to kill them. But why leave it at that? Maybe you've always secretly gotten off on this sort of thing, or maybe you've just cracked under the stress. When everyone is going to die, there's no point in sticking to all those rules society laid down for you any more. You've already incapacitated them; there's no way they can fight back. Might as well have some fun, right?
5. VICTORY: the finish line
You've done it. Last one standing. You've chosen to live, and no one but you knows how much that choice cost you, because they're all dead. At this point there's nothing that will stop you from stepping up to claim victory. You killed every other tribute. Or did you?
6. TOUR: you think this ends?
You've got a fabulous new home, you'll never go hungry again, and now you have to visit all the other districts and face the families of those you've slain. Some districts will greet you joyously and others? Won't. How are you even holding up in the aftermath?
7. OTHER: write your own story
Anything and everything you can think of. Maybe you're not a Tribute, but a Capitol citizen at a lavish watching party. Maybe you're a Mentor courting sponsors, or a Stylist getting your Tribute ready for the arena. Or are you a Gamemaker, with even more cruel surprises to shock and awe?
β
Let the Games begin.
Eliot Spencer | Leverage | OTA
Chrissy Cunningham + Stranger Things + OTA
Also available as a dude in
Techie | Dredd | OTA
Also possibly on the game-makers team, but he'd hate every minute of that.]
Ilya | Heated Rivalry | OTA
I'm down for training scenarios, in the arena, after the games (since we all know the kinds of things that happen when a Victor is pretty) and all the other stuff that might come up, it's a big sandbox to play in!]
Shane Hollander | Heated Rivalry | OTA
I'm up for all the things! Training, styling, in the arena, at Eventsβ’ afterwards, anything goes.]
Torii | OC | OTA
There's also rumors about her family, but she seems pleasant and law-abiding enough.]
Eddie + Stranger Things + OTA
Charles - Dead Boy Detectives - OTA
Either way his name is in the box the maximum number of times because that slim chance of victory is better than having to live with the man for another minute. I love training scenarios, actually in the arena scenarios and all the aftermath type stuff, lay it on me.]
Gabreel King + OC + OTA
Edwin Payne - Dead Boy Detectives - OTA
Could be he's actually a ghost and has just decided to help someone out.
Could be one of the game-makers team even.
Basically I'm saying there's so many options.]
Steve | Stranger Things | OTA
Bobby Singer | Supernatural et al | OTA
elain archeron β acotar.
[ ooc; district 1 β tribute or victor
the archerons were once one of the wealthiest and most prominent merchant families in district 1, enjoying the privileges, connections, and comforts that came with their father's success. however, one disastrous business decision cost the family nearly everything. their father's financial ruin stripped away the wealth and status that had once kept them comfortable, leaving the girls to navigate a life vastly different from the one they'd known. former associates distanced themselves, their family name became more of a reminder of scandal than prestige, and the comforts they'd once taken for granted became luxuries they could no longer afford.
before their father's downfall, the family could afford to purchase their food independently, meaning the girls never had reason to take tesserae and only had their standard entries in the reaping. after his financial collapse, however, they had little choice. suddenly, the daughters of a once-prominent district 1 family found themselves just as vulnerable as everyone else, their names accumulating additional entries with every year they struggled to survive. there may have still been some protection in their family name, particularly in a district where so many were eager to be selected as tributes, but that protection could only stretch so far.
as a tribute, elain would have caught the attention of the capitol almost immediately. her beauty, gentle disposition, and seemingly delicate nature would make her an appealing candidate for sponsors, many of whom would be eager to see her survive. she could easily be marketed as the fallen merchant's daughter, a beautiful girl who had lost everything and was now fighting for one last chance at security. however, that same attention could make her a target for other tributes, particularly those who might see her as an easy source of sponsor gifts or an obstacle to eliminate before she could become a favorite.
there is, however, something about elain that makes her easy to overlook despite her appearance. perhaps it's her quiet nature, her tendency to listen rather than speak, or simply the assumptions people make about someone they perceive as gentle and harmless. other tributes might consider her an insignificant threat, choosing to focus on the more physically imposing or aggressive competitors first. elain could use that to her advantage, relying on observation, patience, and an ability to recognize opportunities others might miss. she isn't necessarily the strongest tribute in the arena, but she may be one of the most perceptive.
her victory could come through a combination of sponsor donations keeping her alive, other tributes underestimating her, and her own resourcefulness. perhaps she manages to remain largely forgotten until the final few competitors, only to take advantage of their exhaustion and mistakes. much like her actions during the war against hybern, there is a capacity for decisive violence in elain that others might never expect. she doesn't need to be the most dangerous person in the arena to deliver the final blow.
as a victor, elain is considerably less happy than her new circumstances might suggest. while winning has returned the material comforts her family once enjoyed, it has come at the expense of her autonomy, privacy, and peace of mind. she has the victor's home, money, beautiful clothes, and access to everything she once went without, but none of it feels entirely hers. she is expected to attend capitol celebrations, participate in interviews, maintain her public image, and remain grateful for the life she's been given. her beauty has likely attracted unwanted attention from wealthy capitol citizens, and, depending on snow's interests, she may find herself subjected to the same coercion and exploitation experienced by other victors.
elain has become considerably more guarded since her victory. she keeps to herself, trusts very few people, and rarely allows others to see how much the experience has changed her. the light and warmth she was once known for haven't necessarily disappeared, but they've become much harder to access. she still enjoys beautiful things, gardening, flowers, and the little comforts of life, though she may struggle with the fact that the very things she once loved have become part of the image the capitol has constructed for her.
there is also the possibility of involvement in the growing resistance. elain may not be the first person others think of when imagining a revolutionary, and she certainly doesn't fit the image of an outspoken or particularly intimidating rebel. however, her former upbringing gives her an understanding of wealthy social circles, merchant dealings, and the importance of reputation and appearances. combined with her observational nature and ability to move through capitol society without attracting suspicion, she could become a valuable source of information. people might underestimate her, but that has never necessarily been a disadvantage.
at her core, elain remains someone who wants a quiet life, the freedom to make her own choices, and the ability to care for the people she loves. unfortunately, the capitol has a habit of making those things exceedingly difficult to obtain.]
Pennywise | IT Franchise
OTA, please lmk what your character is scared of to best effectively spoop them.
Or, somehow your character gained insider knowledge into what they're facing-apart from the other players-and tries to make a deal with Pennywise. Hey, I can lure the others if you let me win? Careful, might be double teaming you.]
Leon S Kennedy | Resident Evil
Grace Ashcroft | Resident Evil
Alex Wesker/Natalia Burton | Resident Evil
Claire Redfield | Resident Evil
They are also a part of the resistance. Claire genuinely cares about the tributes she mentors but there are times her rebellious streak shows through the mask she's forced to wear.]
Zeno | Resident Evil
A clone of a previous victor - infamous for his viciousness (or perhaps a Gamemaker? I'm open to either), or (hear me out) a literal toy the Capitol pulls out for well-connected/high-paying citizens. (Think Finnick, but there wasn't enough Wesker to go round/Wesker died, so this is the next best thing!)
I'm open to other ideas as well! Love me a Hunger Games AU.
We still think of you The Games!]may the pointed gifts be ever in your favor...
It backfires spectacularly.
Instead of granting him distance as it always does, it's seen as proof of need. 'See? You say you're not interested in people one-on-one, only crowds, but if you just gave this one a try for a few nights...'
In the end, Will fails to shake off this latest 'favor' of the Capitol. His fellow victor is only too eager to get in his good graces, well-meaning and overbearing. More money than sense.
As if Will hasn't had enough to deal with recently, what with the whispers of 'dealing' with some District parents hiding their children during Reapings...
It's at one of the endless parties. Naturally. (Do they really do anything else? Inciting murders and flaunting wealth?)
Will can get away with looking less than ecstatic, but there's limits even to the entertainment value of their cold chess master of a victor. ]
Thanks, Brier. [ Will says, through teeth he carefully doesn't grit, grabbing the other man's arm when he moves in for the same.
So you can relax later, he says with a huge wink that's meant for the onlookers, not Will. So Will turns his gaze on the Wesker clone - Zeno, Brier called him - and makes a show of looking him up and down. Another movement meant only for the audience. ]
How did you know my type? [ Will jokes.
His smile goes frigid when Brier leans in and 'jokes', 'One monster for another!'
Will grips his arm a little too tightly. Brier squeaks, the audience coos and gawks, but the moment is already dissipating.
The ever-shifting smoke of popular gossip.
And then Will is left standing next to his gift for the evening. ]
Volunteer if you dare....
It is, at best, a waste of his time. At worst... a blatant reminder of what it means.
Of how he is seen. Of what - of how little - he is to them.
A thing. A toy.
A masturbatory tool, literal and figurative.
Its harder to stifle back the rest. The disgust, the discontent. The self-satisfactory urge to show them how much of a monster he could really be.
Practice, helped with that. And the sunglasses too, hiding away enough of the heat so as to be acceptable.
That it might be desirous as he sweeps them over his patron for the evening.]
Charmed, Mr. Graham.
[He's expected to know them. To make them feel as if they were important enough. Perhaps as if he'd masterminded the whole encounter, just to be where he was now.]
I've heard a great deal about you. Your arena remains a popular one. [These careers liked that, he'd found. The flattery of their murderous prowess, and how the Capitol still adored them for it, however many years and younger tributes later.] And a personal favorite.
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This, however...this is new.
Will unsubtly gestures a waiter their way. His eyes linger more on Zeno's lapels and the arms of his glasses than even attempting to see through the dark lenses.
Disgust, at the transparent flattery, however expected. Irritated at the implications of it. He's already figuring out what benign version of 'thanks' to honor it with when Zeno finishes. With that.
Will takes the flute offered by the waiter without so much as glancing at him, staring at Zeno instead.
His smile is as cold than the glass in his hand. ]
Oh? [ No. No, if Zeno's going to make Will have to feign socializing in a way he hasn't already burnt out all his nerve endings for, he'll push. Be irritating. ]
And why is that? [ It's not small talk. It's a challenge. ] What about mine caught your eye?
[ A raised brow. ] Let me guess. The second-to-last kill? That one's popular.
[ Will knows his name was Aldar. He always pretends he forgets.
Just like he pretends he barely remembers being overpowered and disarmed, all his clever scheming outdone in an instant by the older boy. So Will had fought with what he had left, and taken even a career by surprise.
They'd replayed the footage of Will ripping Aldar's throat open with his teeth like an animal for weeks. ]
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[Zeno does not take a glass. He can't know for certain what's in it, and while it was unlikely anything that would effect him, there was always the chance.
This was The Capitol.
His dismisses the waiter with a genial sort of bow of his head and keeps his hands folded neatly behind his back, as Wesker had so often done. Hours and hours of footage.
No one could see from his vantage how tightly he squeezes them together.] But no. I've always found the last kill to be the most memorable. That moment, when a tribute becomes a victor.
[Those precious few moments before the collector ship swooped in, when it was just them, and the things they had done. Would it be rage or tears, celebration... or just the heavy silence of it.
Or, perhaps, something else entirely. Something even more dangerous.
Restraint. Focus.
The mask, still on.]
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But emotionally...it had been the simplest. Will had already done it seven times.
He could do it eight times, if it meant surviving.
And he had.
In the aftermath, coated in blood and dirt, leaves in his hair like some kind of twisted fairytale creature, Will had held his last kill in his arms. Examining it.
The cameras had greedily zoomed in, hoping to capture whatever this was. Regret? Affection for the dead that had also tried their best?
Will removed the clip from the final tribute's hair, and attached it to his soaked shirt. A trophy, even before the formal celebrations began. He looked up at the eager floating camera with eyes no more alive than the girl's--
A blink, and the mask was back on. Normal eyes, cold and distant.
(He still has her hair clip. They'd let him keep it, since the moment had been so popular in the following week.) ]
Of course. [ Will sneers. His hands don't shake anymore. Not about things this old. Not in public. ]
But I suppose you'd never-- [ Will looks back over, and his attention snags. Something unexpected, something below what he's actually noticing.
Will's eyes sweep up and down Zeno again, this time without a pretense of lust. It's calculating and searching, demanding in a very different way.
Done, as soon as it began. He's not sure what he saw - muscles too tense? Some kind of strain?
It could be anything.
Will clears his throat as though nothing happened. ]
Then I suppose you're disapponted you never got the opportunity to try your hand at it, given your...origins? [ He wants distance between them. Will makes sure his tone is clear - Zeno isn't a citizen like the rest of them. He's a creature of the Capitol.
He would never have been reaped. ]
Will Graham | Hannibal | ota
Now, he's careful in public. He plays along, seems sharp and caustic and put-together when paraded around by the Capitol. His ruthlessness is tolerated because of the good press - but the Capitol isn't entirely at ease. They're not stupid enough to never suspect a good liar of double crossing them... But no one suspects just how deeply Will supports the resistance in secret. He's biding his time until he can help overthrow the Capitol.
Will mentors only when forced to, and is patient and kind to his tributes. He has, however, been known to collude against his own tributes, if he thinks a different, non-career is more likely to help with the resistance if they come out the victor instead... ]
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The Handler | The Umbrella Academy
leon s(ponsored post) kennedy | resident evil
Now a begrudging mentor who knows Too Much and is used by the Capitol for his looks and "diplomatic" ability
(yeah, what happened to Finnick was "diplomacy" too).Info/permissions
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2 bish π just wingin' it
Yet despite those choices, they weren't especially wealthy. Just... comfortable.
But the day came when that comfort started to whittle away. His mother dying, his father unable to teach anymore as his own health deteriorated, and Ethan's aspirations of following in either of their footsteps dashed when his name was pulled in the last year he was eligible. It was the worst, most bitter irony.
He had never been a "Career". Never trained as such, never wanted to. He cared about puzzles and stories, learning about various subjects and wanting the world to, eventually, exist without the Games. It was a thing he knew he could never speak aloud. But how long could they punish people for the sins of their ancestors?
It never made sense to him. And he doubted it ever would.
He just wanted a good life. And someone he could love to build it with.
The other tribute was a Career named Mia (that was how they did it the last few years, one Career with one picked from the collection of names). Ethan knew her and tried to avoid her. He had thought, years ago, that she had liked him. Instead, she was cruel and her laugh rang of that cruelty. Her eyes were cold and her temper quick. She told Ethan "not to bother" training because she would just pave their way to victory anyway.
Something about what she said felt... not right. Like she was lying. He couldn't explain how. But he knew.
It didn't take long for him to wish he had taken her advice, though. He was embarrassed immediately. Especially under the gaze of their mentor, the Leon S. Kennedy. The man was a living legend and Ethan felt pretty pathetic next to him. No matter how kind the man was. And he was. Surprisingly so. It made Ethan's chest feel tight every time he was around the other man and he didn't know why.
It's on the second day since they arrived to the Capitol when Ethan drops down to the matted floor during one of the many training sessions. He's giving up for now, arms taking on the feeling of floppy noodles after only managing five pull ups. He's panting and shaking his head, ]
I don't think I can do this...
[ He is not prepared for that arena. He's convinced he never will be.
His heart sinks lower and lower as one thought crystalizes in it: he will most likely die there. ]
uwu
He keeps an eye on her, but lets the other mentor have free reign.
Instead, he's watching Ethan struggle with pull-ups with a ghost of a laugh from the bleachers he's pushing up from. Hovering over him at a slight bend, he offers a hand up. ]
I don't think pull-ups are for you either.
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He takes the offered hand and allows himself to be pulled up to his feet, huffing out something just short of a laugh. He doesn't feel like laughing but Leon, somehow, continues to put him at ease in some weird way. Like Ethan could believe that everything would be fine. ]
I don't know if I should feel relieved or offended that you agree with me.
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[ It's still amused, rather than barbed. No disappointment in it. His method of winning won't be Ethan's, just like his own hadn't been his own mentor's either. Everyone has their own methods, their own needs, though he thinks his mentee's priorities align a little closer with his own than not.
He gives him a once-over and a squeeze to the shoulder. ]
Don't try to be someone you're not.
[ He glances back to Mia, already ignoring him and trading blows with false weapons with another tribute. ]
She won't.
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The person I am...
[ He shakes his head, his eyes moving away from Mia and her aggressive fighting, ]
I'm not going to win this.
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[ Though he doesn't like the idea of Mia winning it either. There won't be any kindness in that. And fine, maybe he shouldn't think it, but she fits every bad stereotype of a career tribute, especially from two. Calculating, unrelenting, and rude.
The statement is honest: if he tries to win by sheer power, it's unlikely. (Very unlikely). ]
But that's not all there is to it. Plenty of people win just by being smarter than everyone else. So, we ignore the knives until they're pointed at us, right?
If you were still home right now, what would you be doing?
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He tries to focus on what Leon is telling him, nodding along limply, knowing he's right. But also failing to see how he could win like that when they don't even know what the arena will be like.
Still, he looks toward the clock in the room and shrugs, ]
Making lunch for my Dad. Probably working on some kind of puzzle with him, too.
[ Ethan doesn't know what that has to do with anything. It just makes him regret this turn of events even more. ]
albert wesker | resident evil
The Lone Wanderer | Fallout 3 | OTA
[Up for all the things, so feel free to spitball away! Assumed CR, cross-canon, etc are welcomed.]