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We're only Human (Hunger Games RP)
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"R-Really?" he sniffled. "They'll cut their own throats to avoid me? Because I'm scary?" His voice was so hopeful, despite the words. "I'm the big boss? I'll be a legend?"
District 9 (Stylist's Chamber)
Majoree snorted. "Your pig-shaped head grows bigger with every compliment you bestow upon it." She tilted her head, amused. "I'll still love you, even if you resemble swine. You know that. Riiiiiight?"
She nodded.
"You're very scary.
Super scary."
Minya lied.
Raiyhan shook his head.
"I take it back then.
You don't look beautiful.
You also remarkably resemble a swine."
He sighed.
Raiyhan suddenly clapped his hands together.
"Anyways! We're getting off topic.
You and I.
The Games.
Any strategies before we're carted off to certain death.
I want to at least die with style."
"
(Trigger Warning, in case it'll help anyone: Blood)
Alora stared at herself in the mirror. She slowly moved to place her hand on the mirror, and for a second, her reflection was not hers. In the mirror, was the shape of a slightly taller scared young woman. Golden wings and armor to match. Alora's hand touched the mirror. The reflection shattered. Alora could see her own reflection again, and that of Yelena. Alora felt for a moment an intense stab of pain. Alora's hands began to shake. In a brief moment of insanity, Alora slammed her palm into the mirror, shattering it into a million tiny pieces. No one came running after the sound. No one heard it. No one could see the spiderlike streaks of blood on her palms.
Agent Fallows, signing out~
As for his dress, he was given a masquerade dress,
complimenting Alora's. [x]. It felt a bit goofy, but he did not hate it. It just felt a tad bit too fancy.
That night, he couldn't sleep much, even in the silkily comfortable beds of the Capitol. Afterall, he was away from home, away from his district, for the first time. This wasn't some Hotel his dad had booked for a vacation, even though it very likely could've been, it was a vacation where he faced imminent death. The plain white room he was given was making him to crazy. It had just no decor, nothing like his room back home. And it reminded him how much of his life the Capitol controlled now. What did not help him was the sound of glass shattering from the next room- was Alora fine? Probably. He shouldn't care anyways, they were just district mates- and old friends- and one of them or both were gonna die soon.
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The stylists that took Agria were chatty, and almost seemed glad that she couldn't speak. They poked and prodded her, causing the dark thoughts to come back, and shutting her down. She didn't move on her own, and at one point, it became difficult for them to work, and one of them grabbed her by the face exasperatedly, saying, "You impertanent child!" At once, the room became the orphanage, and the stylist became Auntie, and Agria began to cry, shoulders shaking.
The head stylist burst into the room, a black woman with braids in her hair. "This is outrageous! Completley wasting time, off-" She noticed Agria's crying and pushed past the other stylists, taking her by the arm. "Agria, it's alright, it's alright." Agria's dark thoughts were surrounding her, and she couldn't stop crying. The stylist hugged her, and after a minute, she realized where she was. She took a few shuddered breaths, and the woman said, "There there, that's right. Calm down." When she could, the stylist smiled. "There we go! Isn't that better?" She used the sleeve of her white dress to wipe away Agria's tears. "I'm going to be handling your dress and such, my name is Eva." She was gentle with Agria, much more than the others, taking her time to do her best.
The dress she chose was a short one, light blue with a spray of white across it, like sea foam. It had puffy sleeves made of a material that shimmered. Her hair had been curled, and there was a light powder of blue makeup on her eyelids, not much else. As Eva had told her, "You're a beautiful girl, just the way you are." She stepped out of the dressing room, one hand lifted to her face like it was a foreign object.
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
oh hey what's this
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Alora Lux looked powerful. She looked like she knew something no one else did. She looked as if you could kill you before you even had the time to realize she was there. She looked dangerous. She felt weak. She felt miserable. She felt sad. Alora knew she was dangerous. She knew she probably had one of the best chances of winning. Alora had to win. She had to get back to her family. She had to avenge Yelena. The thought of Yelena filled her with fury. Alora would avenge her fallen sister. Alora stood up straighter. Whatever it takes.
Agent Fallows, signing out~
District 7 (Stylist's Chamber)
Riggs sniffled. It looked like he might start crying again. But all he said was, "Thank you, Mouse." Then he turned to the Stylists, finally seeming to notice them there again. "Oh!" His eyes brightened. "You did wonderfully, my Capitol friends! I truly appreciate the effort you have put into making me resemble the District I was forced to reside in. It truly will serve as an excellent juxtaposition when I win the games!"
His beam was surprisingly genuine. The soul had entered his eyes once more. "Shall Mousey and I go now?"
District 9 (Stylist's Chamber)
"Beautiful?" Majoree snorted, despite the heat rushing to her cheeks. God, he's such a dork. A cute dork who I wanna punch in the face. She cocked her head to the side, an amused smile setting on her lips. "I don't know about that. And it's not like I'll be very beautiful stuffed full with knives. That's not a cute death at all."
Then she laughed, breezing by him. "We can talk about that after we humiliate ourselves before the Capitol," she called over her shoulder. "'Kay? We gotta go, now, Rai. We're about to have the worst day of our life, and the sooner it's over, the sooner we can plot cute deaths for each other."
"Of course you can leave!" Fleur chuckled. "You both look wonderful by the way, the Capitol will love you!" The stylist gushed. She smiled one more time, and shooed them out of the room. "Head to your Chariots! The Parade is starting soon!" The voice faded away, and Minya glanced nervously at Riggs. "Chariot...7?" She asked. Minya scanned the nearby Chariots, spotting one with branches intertwining the wood. "Oh..there." The girl gulped nervously, hurrying towards the dreaded chariot. She hopped on it quickly, fanning her face, and trying to compose herself. "You can do this...you can do this." Minya took deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Ready, Riggs?" She asked the tall boy.
"With some nice scenery I bet it would." He replied idly."...The Parade is starting soon, we'd better head there." The was a hint of anger in his tone. The boy swept out of the carriage quickly, only to be stopped by the stylists. "Wait! You can't leave without a nicely themed hat! It would suit your theme perfectly, Vale!" Squeaked one of the Stylists. Raiyhan grimaced, "Hurry up then.." The boy muttered quietly.
A few moments later, and there was a cottage-style short hat fitted onto his golden hair. Raiyhan rolled his eyes. "C'mon Marjoree, it's Carriage time. Yay.." He added sarcastically.
Faith was grumpy. She doesn’t smile, doesn’t wave, doesn’t move. She just stares in blank emptiness. No emotion, no thoughts, no will to— nope nope. She wasn’t going to get there. She had to be there to support Aether, and the other frightened souls in the game. She is escorted into her room, looking blank, feeling hollow, empty— nothing but a hologram. What the purpose of the parade was, she probably knew, but refused to face it. She hated it. Hatred, anger, all the bottled up emotions flew through her veins, and she clenched her fists, punching the bathroom mirror as glass shattered all around her, some sinking into her flesh, leaving spiderweb like tendrils of free flowing blood. She used an uninjured hand to collect her own blood in a vial
Aether stood silently on the carriage as bright lights and loud voices boomed in their direction, her eyes staring blankly forward, her face still in that permanent scowl, and her hands rested at her side. She saw Faith a little further up, and a girl in gold very faintly towards the front. The girl had grabbed a rose and crushed it, letting the blood spill down her arm. Faith on the other hand, was almost exactly like Aether, standing motionless as all the unnecessary noise and lights surrounded her. The boy standing next to her though, he was waving his hand and looking around the crowd. She could faintly hear his nervous chuckles and saw his hands shaking ever so slightly. He had no clue as to what to do with the attention, and she didn't blame him.
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
oh hey what's this
District 7 Chariot
Riggs shot her a grin as bright as the sun. "As ready as I'll ever be, Mousey." He stepped up onto the chariot, shoe digging into the curved, wooden ridge that ringed the chariot. It functioned as a step, and he promptly was on top, then kneeling, offering her his hand. "Come on."
He seized her in a vice grip and took her up onto it, then stepped back, releasing it. "Remember to smile," he said softly. There was a hint of gentleness in his eyes. Then he looked away, standing tall in his ridiculous tree outfit. Smirking at the crowds, a sharp glimmer in his eyes that replaced any light that might've existed at a point in his life.
Smug.
Confident.
Dangerous.
The crying boy from earlier was gone. Riggs had returned, and with it, his same ambitions to become a monster that would go down in Hunger Games history.
District 9 Chariot
Majoree smirked a little. My god, he's such a dork, she thought. That annoyed expression- just tinged with embarrassment and- oh, were his ears a little red? She laughed out loud, jostling his arm as she went by.
"Alright. Let's head on up, pretty boy. Share our misery with the entire world, why won't we? Maybe we'll give a couple orphans some laughs." She hiked up the excessively long skirt and leapt up onto the chariot, catching herself on the horse's bridle. She steadied herself, then gave him a warm smile. "Come on."
The boy smiled, and gripped her hand tightly. "You seem to be the type of person who's naturally clumsy. I don't think any of us want you falling off this, do we?" Raiyhan explained in hushed tones. He winked at her and laughed, and turned to face the crowd.
His smile disappeared as the chariot started to move, parading them around. To please the crowd, Raiyhan threw a cocky grin here and there, winking at the crowd as they travelled along. There was anger in his eyes, hatred, even. No amount of smiling could disguise the anger in those brilliant blue eyes.
Minya gave a small smile. She gave a quiet gasp as the chariot started to move, showing them to the crowd. She gave tiny smiles, and waved to the Capitol people. She looked adorable, but in those smiles, was hatred. Hatred, like any of the other Tributes...except, maybe Riggs.
District 9 Chariot
Majoree felt her cheeks heat up. Oh god, it was so obvious on her- she probably looked like some sort of clown! "You'll regret that, once we're in the games," she hissed, trying to regain some semblance of pride and stop the blood flowing to her head. "I'll 'clumsily' throw you off a cliff! Then we'll see who's laughing!"
She accentuated it with a glare and a pout, then turned to face the crowd. Her blue eyes darkened slightly, but she forced a smile on her face. All that time practicing for her tutor was paying off. She could smile genuinely enough, even when she hated every person sitting up there. None of them had to feel this way. None of them.
Her hand was starting to hurt. Surprised, she looked down, and realized she had his hand in a vice grip. She relaxed. "Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to."
They were beginning to reach the end. Few Capitol people had looked at them. The Bejeweled Careers were far more interesting, to the embellished people of the Capitol, she supposed. Food wasn't exactly something they thought or placed value on in any sense.
She gritted her teeth. Even she understood the value of it. Couldn't the Capitol try and have any empathy at all?
District 7 Chariot
Riggs eyes glowed electric blue as he gazed out at the Capitol. His grin had faded away. Was he in awe? Horror? Anger? Then the broad smile returned and he was waving, calling out his name to the people.
"Your new winner!" he yelled. "Riggs Oakfrost! Remember it!"
People clamoured excitedly, eager to hear from the tributes. Riggs smirked, snatching Minya's hand, and threw it both over their heads.
"Don't forget us! You'll see us on the top soon, on all their corpses!"
He shrugged. "It's fine.." Raiyhan's eyes stared at the ground. "They didn't notice us, not one bit, did they?" He grimaced. "I wish, that we could be like the Careers, flashy and exciting. And powerful. But no, we're the least impressionable District, aren't we?" He fumed, dismounting the carriage.
"I need to- we need to make an impression. We need to do everything we can to impress the crowd, so we can have a chance of winning. We need sponsors."
Raiyhan hmphed. "But that's not going to cut it-will it? The Careers will surely get all of the sponsors, they're more interesting. Even if I danced in front of the Capitol, stark-naked, they wouldn't notice! They would never notice!"
The boy clenched his fists.
"...We need a miracle to impress the crowd, Marjoree, a miracle." Raiyhan ran his hand across his blonde hair, sighing.
"A miracle."
"Y-yeah! Winners!..."
She whimpered.
Majoree Sinclair (District 9)
Majoree stared at him for a long moment.
A miracle.
(
Was he not one in and out of himself? Did he not fancy himself better than those fancy capitol... creatures with their painted faces and plumed wigs? Did he really think that...
"We don't need a miracle," was her reply. "Your spirit will be enough for that." Her eyes shot open, and she stifled a yelp at her own words. What? Why? I didn't mean to say that- that's just- She took deep breaths, calming herself down. It'd be alright. "They'll understand that you're worth two hecks more, once they hear you speak. I know it." She met his eyes, surprised at her own genuineity.
Riggs Oakfrost (District 7)
Riggs shot her a delighted grin, which lingered on his face, even as they entered into the cold tunnel. "We kicked ass out there, Mousey," he hissed. "They'll never forget us!" His eyes blazed with excitement. "Never! We'll be the winners of this game, and go down in Hunger Games history!"
The boy stared at her for a moment.
"Hm. Maybe. But I doubt that, the Capitol only care about some stupid Career, in all their shiny costumes." He sighed. "Thank you though. Marjoree." Raiyhan gave a half-smile. "I appreciate your kind words. I'll try my hardest." Raiyhan grinned."I think we should head to out rooms, now-" He suggested, and with that, he turned away.
Minya laughed.
"W-we can do this, Riggs! We stand a chance!"
No we don't.
She whimpered, and fled to her room.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.