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Reaping

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.

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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. 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?
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Let the Games begin.

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[Former Champion, probably current mentor, never been a believer in the whole system, but knows how to play along. I'm definitely in it more for the non-arena stuff than anything else, but I'm flexible.]

[Tribute probably from District 1 or District 8, absolutely down for her falling in with the resistance or being a recent victor who wasn't supposed to win but did through sheer luck and circumstance, and is still pretty messed up about it (mentally for sure, but maybe physically as well)]

[Tribute from District 3 or 5 is most likely, he doesn't look like much, but he's a scrapper, good with a knife and even better with re-wiring things. I'm down for Arena-based things, Resistance-based things or anything in between.
Also possibly on the game-makers team, but he'd hate every minute of that.]

[District 2 career, clearly. But she is absolutely ready to just step off the train and disappear, and will do so given half a chance. Totally down for in-Arena, aftermath, even resistance-shaped stuff, let's go.]

[Former victor, current mentor, maybe also one of the ones on the inside trying to bring the system down, you know, everyday normal stuff.]

[Very eclectic stylist, seems to have no set standards for who she picks up every year, or every other year, and it may just be based on ~Vibes~ but she also has a little boutique in the Capitol supplying offbeat fashion oddities to the citizens.
There's also rumors about her family, but she seems pleasant and law-abiding enough.]

[Tribute from District 5 or 6 seems most likely. I'm down for all the shenanigans, training, in the arena, after the games, getting involved with the resistance, whatever.]

[Not epilogue compliant, I'm definitely down for whatever kind of AU situation to cover the 'But What Happened Next?' instead, though.
Generally go with living more-or-less alone in the Champion's Village, not doing well at taking care of herself, but managing most days. But have gone with being locked up in the tower as well as a handful of other things, if you've got an idea hit me.]

[Tribute, probably district 11, but maybe 7. He doesn't talk much but he's a crack shot with a sling. I'm down for training, in-arena or post-arena situations, lay it on me.]

[Former Victor (District 1 or 2 probably) and there are plenty of people who think he shouldn't have won, since it was kind of a fluke that he did, it's also why he gets in uh, statistically speaking a lot of fights. Sometimes he even wins them.]

[Victor turned Mentor, won his games by being better at traps than the rest of them, and not hesitating to strike when the time came. Absolutely okay with him being wrapped up in the resistance and all that.]

[tw: suicide mention

victor turned mentor, district 3. basically tricked everyone into killing each other and/or themselves. surprise win for everyone who thought the sickly boy from 3 would be the first to die.

probably supporting the rebellion and the capitol at the same time because he wants to be entertained. ]

(Former victor, current mentor. Hates having to watch children from her own district sent off to die. Won by turning the tables at the last second.)

Edited 2023-11-21 15:38 (UTC)

[ ooc; if we want to age her down a little, violet could be a career tribute, but happy to write her as a victor or mentor. thinking she's from district 1. ]

[still voice testing.]

[He's a runner not a fighter, so if he survives/survived the arena it was by accident.]

( district 2. either a 21-year-old mentor or a 17-year-old tribute, lmk which you'd prefer )

Eren first saw Reiner at the last big gala before the Games. Well, he'd seen him before that on the screens when they were all forced to watch them before, but he's never made a huge point to pay attention to the winners. District 12 hasn't had a winner since Levi, years ago when Eren was too young to remember. He'd learned from Levi, of course, and he's grateful for that.

He's still alive, after all, though he's on some kind of thin ice with the Capitol authorities for his attitude and the way he can't ever shut his mouth. His disdain for the Capitol isn't a secret, and sometimes people notice that kind of talk.

For now, though, in the hubbub following the end of the Games, he's safe. They can't let anything happen to him for at least a few months, especially as the first District 12 winner in more than a decade. He has to do the whole victory tour and whatever. He hasn't paid much attention to the coaching for that. Who gives a shit? Everyone else from the arena is dead, like always. Eren only killed four of them, but that's still four other dead kids. He tries to care, but if he does that, he'll choke. It was them or him, and he promised Mikasa and Armin he'd get home.

Now he will, with maybe a little less humanity than before.

But first, a series of other ridiculous parties where everyone wears incomprehensible clothing and eat more food than Eren has ever seen in one place. How the fuck do they eat it all? (Hopefully no one tells him. He'll be pissed if he learns.) But hey, food is food, so he'll take it. He doesn't have as much on his plate as a lot of other people, but he still feels awkward just…taking so much food.

He takes his plate off to a relatively unoccupied corner and stands there trying not to look too awkward. He's not all that successful; he doesn't think he's made for glitter and smoky eyeshadow. But then, he's unaware of how he looks to other people, green eyes made brighter with the makeup, long hair half swept up, artfully messy, streaked with gold glitter.

He sips his too sweet drink and makes a face. He likes sweet things, but he's not prepared for it.

His eyes drift up from the cup and lock with golden ones a bit away. Reiner Braun, a few years older than him, big and strong and annoyingly handsome. Eren's mouth is still on his cup and he inhales some of the drink, coughing. So much for making a good impression.

No one was surprised when Reiner won his Games. Tall, broad, and muscular even at seventeen, with good looks that sponsors celebrated with their wallets. He fought like hell for the privilege of representing District 2. Fought like hell to survive the arena, too. He believed in the fiction his mother wove, the dream of a Capitol father finally looking up from a life of luxury and noticing his son on the screen. He believed in the promise of a better life for his mother if he could just win.

Reiner was lucky that he still looked good blood-soaked and half mad, using a rock to bludgeon the life from his fellow competitors. (His fellow children.)

He's not as lucky that he still looks good now.

That's what first catches Reiner's attention about Eren, the tribute from District 12 with fire burning in vivid green eyes. Eren is beautiful. Too beautiful, stunning even after days in the arena strip away the Captiol's careful styling. It wins Eren favor in the Capitol, and those who love a "bad boy" relish both Eren's looks and attitude.

Reiner watches Eren closely throughout the Games, his own charge—the boy from District 2—having died after just a day in the arena. He's unable to decide whether or not to root for Eren. There is nothing good waiting for Eren either way. How long before the life of a victor snuffs that fire out?

Not that Reiner's opinion on the matter makes any difference, of course. Eren wins. Reiner dons the clothing selected by his stylist (the shirt made of a silky fabric that turns sheer in the right lighting), tolerates his prep team highlighting his cheekbones and eyes, then makes his appearance at the feast.

The feast where he finds his eyes pulled to Eren again and again, intrigued and concerned despite himself. How long will such a victor survive life after the Games? How long before the fire dies, burned out in a fruitless struggle or doused by all the extra games victors are forced to play?

Eren catches him watching and chokes on a drink. It's the single most genuine thing Reiner has seen since he bade goodbye to his doomed charge.

A hint of a smile flashes across Reiner's face. (A real one, not the carefully practiced sort he pastes on for the cameras.) Then he closes the distance between them, for once uncaring of how many eyes are watching his every move.

"It's sweet, isn't it?" he asks, incidicating Eren's drink with a jerk of his chin. "I'd say you'll get used to it, but you never really do."

Eren's personality only wins him points sometimes. It's something of a miracle he even got sponsors. But his attitude is "refreshing" (until it goes too far, something that Levi cautioned him about repeatedly). He's also pretty, which doesn't matter at all to him, but matters to the superficial society of the Capitol. He tolerates the clothes and whatever laser thing they did to his face so he wouldn't have any stubble and the makeup because he has no choice. If his clothes look like something between a dress and a suit, he doesn't give a shit.

Eren also looks good covered in blood, half-mad, holding a scrap of metal from an explosion, stabbing one of the last careers in the arena to be declared victor.

Part of him had enjoyed that one. The others…they were just necessary.

Reiner watches him choke on his drink and Eren can feel his face flush.

"Y-yeah, too sweet," Eren says when he can manage words again. He glances around for something that's just water but he doesn't immediately see anything.

"Don't these people just eat normal food, like, ever?"

[A tiny tribute from District 8, around 12 when she was reaped. She's a bit of a crybaby, and would later (potentially) win by sheer luck.

Can also be aged up to an older, still probably treated like a little kid, Victor/Mentor. Or anything with the rebellion!]

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