the hunger games meme

[lxxiv]

warning for adult content and possible triggers:
violence, death, nonconsent and all around questionable situations.

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.

⚔

OPTIONS FOR THE SCENARIO-MINDED:
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. 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?
⚔

Let the Games begin.

Comments

Ezio Auditore | Assassin's Creed | OTA

[dominus]

[ Too old to compete, but a definite Mentor (D1). Alternately, a Capitoline sponsor. Cross-canon loved, sky's the limit on AU stuff. ]

Re: Ezio Auditore | Assassin's Creed | OTA

[verygoodtime]

[Also too old to compete. How about fellow mentor shooting the shit? (Old muse I'm resurrecting, Hell, first time in journal RP in a few years)]

"What do you think? Any good ones this year?" He downed his expensive bourbon like it was a shot of cheap whisky. Well, no one could claim he'd picked up any class in his years as a mentor.

[dominus]

[ Holy shit RICK! ]

Ezio, for his part, studied his drink as if all the answers lay at the bottom of the glass. "Mine," he returned smoothly, and his gaze slid across the small table to Rick. A smile played around his mouth. They weren't friends, likely never would be either, but they shared a kind of camaraderie that was unmatched. They were Mentors, they had scratched and clawed and dug deep and won.

He picked up the bottle between them, leaning close to refill Rick's tumbler. "You ask me the same question every year."

[verygoodtime]

[Muah ha ha ha ha]

Rick found himself echoing Ezio's smirk, he poured himself another few fingers of bourbon. Then he picked up the glass and pointed at Ezio with it, "And you my friend, always answer the same way." No, they'd never be bosom buddies, but Rick always knew exactly where he stood with Ezio, and that meant more than friendship in this vipers nest.

"Damn it, I have sweet kids this year." he sighed, "I hate the sweet ones."

Because he got attached, and then they died, and then he wanted to crawl into a bottle.

[dominus]

"Mine are arrogant little shits." Ezio drained his glass after Rick's way and pushed his glass away after, across the marble tabletop. He retrieved it a moment later, sliding it back under the bartender's watchful eye. She turned back to her tasks, bowing under her glorious purple hair, quartering limes for tonight's crowd.

The hotel bar was otherwise empty. Others would come later, crowding in to watch the latest slew of updates about this year's Tributes, well after Ezio and Rick went their separate ways.

"If they're sweet, it's all for show."

[verygoodtime]

Rick snorted. District Six, Transportation, was by no means a career district and his kids had been on the lower end of the age spectrum this year. To think, his ideal job before the game had been to be one of the engineers on the trains. The best jobs you could expect out of 6. See Panem, get out of the factories, fix tracks and tunnels for the rest of the country.

That had been his angle this year. Play to his kids industrial know how and jury rigging skills. You learned that early at home. Brute force was not their strong suit.

"Well, then maybe it'll be fun to watch yours go down. You'll get points for yours being entertaining. Mine, I just hope it's clean."

How little humanity they had left, huh? Him and Ezio.

[dominus]

Ezio was an arrogant little shit too, until District One's budget shortfall meant they needed a scapegoat. The Capitol waited until his youngest brother - drafted in by a rigged lottery - died in the games. Then they dragged his father out before their neighbors, their friends, his children and his wife, and shot him in the street. The Auditore brought shame to their district, that was the Capitol byline. His older brother was an Avox somewhere, if he was alive at all- all Ezio knew then was volunteering meant staving off whatever Hell the Capitol had left in store for them.

He was never sure he wouldn't do the things he did ever again, if put through the same wringer once more.

His smile thinned. "Keep them free of Galatea then. She tore the stuffing out of a training dummy, messy girl."

They were less likely to win when they were messy. Career districts practically bred their children for blood sports, but both he and Rick knew that the Capitol had their limits.

[verygoodtime]

And that history? That was why Rick was never going to be able to completely discount Ezio as a possible player in their quiet little game. The rest thought he was nuts, but he thought he recognized someone who was discontented with the system when he saw them. He wasn't stupid though, so thinly veiled comments and maneuvering it was for now.

Evy, his brilliant Evy had found something buried deep in the bowels of the computer system. District Three always bred the smart ones. Evy had far more spine than anyone he knew. She had to, to survive her reaping.

When she'd told him he'd barely been able to believe her. There was a place outside of Panem that just might have the military might to take down Snow. That is, if it actually existed. What they needed now was more allies and a catalyst. Something to spark the people into revolting like everyone knew they would. To convince the people that they wouldn't just be slaughtered this time.

In the meantime, Rick had to play the game. He took another gulp of his bourbon, "I'll let them know, the pair from Two seem particularly nasty this year."

[dominus]

He'd have to be stupid to ignore the rumblings of certain parties in the districts. Ezio was absorbed in pro-Capitol propo since his victory, D1's golden son awash in prestige, in the honor he reclaimed for his district, but his win had served to make it all seem so worthless. The lights were too bright, the glitter and glitz stung his eyes, the parties were endless, and he could never quite find a means to bury his regrets between the next pair of thighs to straddle his lap, but he damn well made the attempt.

He had a little reoccurring fantasy, at every subsequent victory party, about vaulting over the tables and racing across the dance floor and jamming his knife into the white of Snow's eye, twenty-four years of vengeful fury expressed in one solitary act.

Ezio shook his head, refilling his glass, and settled back in his chair, the leather creaking with the shift of his weight. At the bar, Felicity arranged bright green lime wedges into their appropriate crystal containers, lines like crisp soldiers next to sunny lemons and heart's red cherries and more exotic fruits he'd since forgotten the names of.

"They would make a worthwhile alliance, but I would not trust them any farther than a few days in. Two is desperate for a win, and very well might destroy their allies before the time is right."

Why, in all their years, did Ezio come to Rick to discuss game plans? Maybe because he seemed like he just didn't give very much of a fuck, and could afford to. He could respect that, it was an attitude dying a rapid, painful death.

[verygoodtime]

Rick drank some more. Evy was going to kill him, but then, he did this every year. Once the kids were off and he could drop the front a little he tended to hit the sauce a bit more than was advisable. He'd get a sigh and an "Oh Rick" before she made him drink that horrible hangover remedy.

"I'll never regret surviving, but if they knew what winning actually entailed, they'd think twice."

Getting married to Evy had slowed down Snow's pimping, but even then he was still trotted out like a fine pony. he just didn't have to provide desert afterward anymore. It had been a calculated risk to get married but so far it had panned out.

[dominus]

That was the end of the bottle, clinking empty against the tabletop.

"I think they wouldn't care, not even then. To live, that's what's important right now. Victory isn't real until they're home, until the interviews have ended and they've stepped off that train."

Ezio pushed his chair back, snagging the bottle of bourbon and taking it with him to the counter, weaving amid the little tables meant to look like trees or fantastic animals bearing the weight of their marble tops. Marriage was a shitty idea. He'd warm another thousand Capitolite beds before he gave Snow someone else for them to hurt. And children? Never. Never ever in a million fucking years would he repeat his parents' mistake.

"I think you both have had enough," Felicity told him crisply, smoothing a purple curl behind one delicate, elfin ear. But she traded bottles with him regardless, swatting his hands away from her display, too late to keep him from nicking a handful of cherries, laughing at her consternation.

"Here." He set the fresh bottle near Rick's elbow. "What do you say, a couple more for the road?"

[verygoodtime]

Rick didn't think he'd ever gotten off the damn train...not really. Even when he was back home his mind was still here. Rick was luckier than some. His parents had died before he'd been reaped and he'd been an only child. His only real connection WAS Evy. His brother-in-law spent his time strategically drunk. Johnathan wasn't near as stupid as he liked to pretend to be. So the power brokers generally left him alone to run his bar. They all had their facades.

Evy... Rick had eventually decided that for once, something was worth the risk. Loving Evy was worth it. They'd let their stylists go wild at their wedding. They'd worked their magic and turned him and Evy into the adorable power couple that year. So far, the gambit had worked. No kids though, not ever probably.

"Yes, lets. Make the fun tonight actually fun." He poured himself a few fingers from the bottle. "A toast, to our little shits. May they all win gloriously, and if they don't, may it at least be quick."

Dutch Velders | The Strain | OTA

[curiousnotmalicious]

[Could be a Mentor (D3 seems fitting considering she's a hacker in canon) or a competitor in an AU version of the quarter quell in the books.]

[dominus]

[ How about Mentors following a D3 victory? :/a ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

[Ooh, sure!]

[dominus]

[ Ezio doesn't have to meet the train when it arrives, carrying D3's victor and her entourage. He can be scarce today if he wishes, finish pruning the vines in anticipation of the long winter's end, lolly gag anonymously in the crowd, make empty toasts with his fellow mentors at dinner tonight and sink himself into a bottle of something potent for bed. That's what he'd rather do.

Instead, he's all polite, welcoming smiles, the face of One's good PR. He hangs back as his fellows all greet the young victor, making his way around the small crush toward Dutch. ]

Velders!

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ The thing about the Games was that no one was ever truly a winner. Dutch wasn't usually a mothering type, but she had her hand on the victor's back as they made their way into the party. All along the way in she'd been whispering advice in the girl's ear. Smile. Don't let anyone get to you. Basic stuff that somehow still needed to be said. Soon, the two of them part ways and Dutch spots Ezio from District 1. She smiles in a way that doesn't quite reach her eyes. ]

Ezio! Enjoying the party, are we?

Ellie | The Last of Us | OTA

[brickfuckingmaster]

[Imagine a kid who looks like Katniss and is more like Rue, though possibly has a more foul mouth than both. Meet Ellie and she just really, really wants to go back home to Marlene]

[aintnosaint]

[ Dancy tensed beside Ellie, every nerve alight and prickling hot tension down her spine. They'd been stalking the Career pack for a couple of days now, two trashy kids that no one ever thought capable of wins, since buckled down into a ragtag, two-girl guerrilla pack. Glitzy city kids didn't know shit about the woods, or how to cloak themselves in kudzu, or which of the thousands upon thousands of leafy fungus choking out most of the vegetation was actually safe to eat.

They were going to kill each other at some point, Dancy with an arrow in her neck or Ellie with a carving knife to her throat, but that foregone conclusion is still far off. ]

Little more t' your right, [ Dancy tells Ellie in her soft, marsh water twang, watching Two's boy - Samael or Samhain or something pretentious like that - as he stokes the morning fire some yards away. Quiet, quiet, slow and careful. ]

[brickfuckingmaster]

[Ellie fixed Dancy with a look. She didn't want to kill the Two boy outright, not after what he did to Sam. She would have to leave and go home and tell Henry that he was dead, that her only friend was dead. No, she wanted him to suffer - let him taste what cruelty was like on the other side. Still, the older girl was right and she eased forward a little more to get better aim.

She held her breath as he turned, back to her and let the arrow loose before she could think to hesitate.

Dancy had been right, but Ellie had been angry and thus the Two boy crumpled suddenly with an arrow protruding from the back of his neck. Quick and quiet, she moved forward, past his pack to retrieve her arrow with a pull and a stifled grunt.]

Let's see how you like it, asshole.