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[[Does Havinia have anything that Jax could steal? He’s a bit of a sticky-fingers.]]
AspiringAuthor wrote: "Connall waited in the wings of the stage, hearing Havinia Gradiean call his name. The audience was out there. So was his father.
They were watching. Waiting. Examining.
They wanted to know if he w..."
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They were watching. Waiting. Examining.
They wanted to know if he w..."
(EPIC!!!!!)
(Working on Scarlette's currently.)
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[[Ohhhhh yeah. Lots and lots of jewelry. And also a pocketwatch.]]
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Scarlette stares out at the stage, where Havinia is waiting for her, lounging stylishly on a white plush couch. Her bundle of nerves was screaming. Inside her stomach, butterflies were doing flips flops, her head was screaming in panic. And though inside she was blowing up, her keeps a smile plastered upon her face, her head held high, even giving herself a sexy strut as she walks onto the stage.
“Scarlette Winleve of District One, ladies and gentlemen!!!”
Because, yes, even though ‘Scarlette Winleve of District One’ had unimaginable stage fright, she was also a very pretty liar.
She sits down next to Havinia, flashing the woman a smile bursting with fake joy.
“My my! You look lovely tonight, Scarlette!” Havinia says overdramatically, looking around towards the crowd, as if asking for cheers.
Which she got.
Forcing herself to calm down, feeling everyone’s stares burning through her, she nods at Havinia. “Well, thank you!”
She glances down at herself, still feeling a bit revealed. But here, in a sparkling green dress, wearing her color..it offered her a small comfort, knowing that she looked as best as she good, her lush hair shining in the projector lights.
The green giving her confidence, she adds: “My stylist certainly knows what she’s doing.”
Havinia laughs a bit, then says: “Well, I’m sure Ceres is glad to hear that!”
Scarlette feels her smile growing plastic again when she hears the tint of fakeness in Havinia’s laugh.
They don’t give a fuck about you, she realizes coldly.
“So what do you think of training?” Havinia moves the conversation along, to Scarlette’s relief.
“Well..,” she hesitates, just a bit. Trying to make her stage fright fashionable. “I think it’ll be a good opportunity to meet the Careers, and make a good strategy.”
Her stomach falls when no cheers erupt in the crowd.
Sound more confident. Talk about killing people.
“Oh, and we’ll use it to impress the-“ she starts adding hurriedly, but Havinia cuts in, making Scarlette feel even more awkward.
“Moving on,” Havinia says, with a small clearing-of-throat.
Scarlette casts a small glance behind her, feeling everyone stare at her, judge her, see all her flaws, expose each and every single crack inside her soul-
“What are you most excited to be doing here in the arena?” Havinia asks, ignoring Scarlette’s growing insecurity.
Get this one right, Scarlette-
“Killing,” she says quickly, but determinedly. “Killing and winning.”
Cheers finally fill the room, which makes Scarlette relax. Barely. It still wasn’t good enough; it had fallen a bit flat.
“So how did you enjoy the Capitol so far?” Havinia asks, she too feeling the tension simmer down a bit.
Scarlette almost forms the words: ‘Hated it,’ but she catches herself in time to flip her hair –just for the mood of it—and gush: “It’s simply magnificent. Even in One, nothing was ever like this. When I win –and I know I will—I’ll live here.”
Screams and cheers of approbation blow up like an explosion of sound at those words. But Scarlette hated it. Hated having to promise to live here, hated having to play the stupid, brainless Career. She was so much more than that, she was not an object. But she had to play along.
She had to.
And hope she wouldn’t break.
She releases a small breath out of tension, which causes a loose strand of hair to flutter momentarily.
“Live here?” Havinia says, an exaggerated eyebrow raised. “Is this a promise, or..?”
Feeling her stomach sink, Scarlette flashes one more fake grin and replies: “A promise. Definitely a promise.”
Havinia claps her hands together. “Well! Quite exciting! And what exactly is that tactic you are going to use, to win these Games?”
Scarlette feels a rush of adrenaline course through her body.
The rush of killing, the screaming, the begging, the world at your feet, the flames, the fire the smoke, how everything perfectly coordinates into a killing blow, and then the blood, the canon, the victory, the pride-
She feels herself suddenly basking in the heat of the projectors, reveling in the attention, because now, she feels ready, ready to take on the entire world.
“Set. Them. All. On. Fire,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
After a second of shocked silence, the crowd stands up and starts hollering their love for Scarlette, as she straightens her sitting position, and lets herself enjoy the moment, enjoy the confidence.
Scarlette Winleve of District One. No longer an awkward fool, but a killer. On top of her game. An arsonist. With everything under control.
An arsonist
With a world to burn.
“Scarlette Winleve of District One, ladies and gentlemen!!!”
Because, yes, even though ‘Scarlette Winleve of District One’ had unimaginable stage fright, she was also a very pretty liar.
She sits down next to Havinia, flashing the woman a smile bursting with fake joy.
“My my! You look lovely tonight, Scarlette!” Havinia says overdramatically, looking around towards the crowd, as if asking for cheers.
Which she got.
Forcing herself to calm down, feeling everyone’s stares burning through her, she nods at Havinia. “Well, thank you!”
She glances down at herself, still feeling a bit revealed. But here, in a sparkling green dress, wearing her color..it offered her a small comfort, knowing that she looked as best as she good, her lush hair shining in the projector lights.
The green giving her confidence, she adds: “My stylist certainly knows what she’s doing.”
Havinia laughs a bit, then says: “Well, I’m sure Ceres is glad to hear that!”
Scarlette feels her smile growing plastic again when she hears the tint of fakeness in Havinia’s laugh.
They don’t give a fuck about you, she realizes coldly.
“So what do you think of training?” Havinia moves the conversation along, to Scarlette’s relief.
“Well..,” she hesitates, just a bit. Trying to make her stage fright fashionable. “I think it’ll be a good opportunity to meet the Careers, and make a good strategy.”
Her stomach falls when no cheers erupt in the crowd.
Sound more confident. Talk about killing people.
“Oh, and we’ll use it to impress the-“ she starts adding hurriedly, but Havinia cuts in, making Scarlette feel even more awkward.
“Moving on,” Havinia says, with a small clearing-of-throat.
Scarlette casts a small glance behind her, feeling everyone stare at her, judge her, see all her flaws, expose each and every single crack inside her soul-
“What are you most excited to be doing here in the arena?” Havinia asks, ignoring Scarlette’s growing insecurity.
Get this one right, Scarlette-
“Killing,” she says quickly, but determinedly. “Killing and winning.”
Cheers finally fill the room, which makes Scarlette relax. Barely. It still wasn’t good enough; it had fallen a bit flat.
“So how did you enjoy the Capitol so far?” Havinia asks, she too feeling the tension simmer down a bit.
Scarlette almost forms the words: ‘Hated it,’ but she catches herself in time to flip her hair –just for the mood of it—and gush: “It’s simply magnificent. Even in One, nothing was ever like this. When I win –and I know I will—I’ll live here.”
Screams and cheers of approbation blow up like an explosion of sound at those words. But Scarlette hated it. Hated having to promise to live here, hated having to play the stupid, brainless Career. She was so much more than that, she was not an object. But she had to play along.
She had to.
And hope she wouldn’t break.
She releases a small breath out of tension, which causes a loose strand of hair to flutter momentarily.
“Live here?” Havinia says, an exaggerated eyebrow raised. “Is this a promise, or..?”
Feeling her stomach sink, Scarlette flashes one more fake grin and replies: “A promise. Definitely a promise.”
Havinia claps her hands together. “Well! Quite exciting! And what exactly is that tactic you are going to use, to win these Games?”
Scarlette feels a rush of adrenaline course through her body.
The rush of killing, the screaming, the begging, the world at your feet, the flames, the fire the smoke, how everything perfectly coordinates into a killing blow, and then the blood, the canon, the victory, the pride-
She feels herself suddenly basking in the heat of the projectors, reveling in the attention, because now, she feels ready, ready to take on the entire world.
“Set. Them. All. On. Fire,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
After a second of shocked silence, the crowd stands up and starts hollering their love for Scarlette, as she straightens her sitting position, and lets herself enjoy the moment, enjoy the confidence.
Scarlette Winleve of District One. No longer an awkward fool, but a killer. On top of her game. An arsonist. With everything under control.
An arsonist
With a world to burn.
(welp that was that
I hope you liked her
and i hope you liked what I just revealed about Scarlette
I kept it a secret till now for dramatic effect)
I hope you liked her
and i hope you liked what I just revealed about Scarlette
I kept it a secret till now for dramatic effect)
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(Oh shizz I didn't see that Havinia was Non-binary im blind af)
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(It's fine, it's pretty easy to miss)
Ayla ~when raindrops fell~ wrote: "((Wow that was awesome!!))"
(thank you!! Noelle will be too!)
(thank you!! Noelle will be too!)
Dagger wrote: "Bella |It's like you disappeared| wrote: "(Oh shizz I didn't see that Havinia was Non-binary im blind af)"
(It's fine, it's pretty easy to miss)"
(we can just say she's gender fluid...i guess..?)
(It's fine, it's pretty easy to miss)"
(we can just say she's gender fluid...i guess..?)
~AVACADO~ wrote: "(YALL ARE AMAZING AT THIS)"
(Imm take that as a compliment directed at me among other people so: THANK YOU)
(Imm take that as a compliment directed at me among other people so: THANK YOU)
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(It's fine, it's pretty easy to miss)"
(we can just say she's gender flui..."
(sounds good)
[[Somebody give me some good interview questions! I don’t really want to copy what other people have done, but my brain isn’t working currently and can’t think of anything...]]
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((I honestly don't know if I have time to do the interviews, I've got so much going on...))
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((It's okay!!))
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(Np!)
Jaxon fidgeted in his outfit, waiting for his turn. While it wasn’t as bad as some of the other tribute’s getup, it was still annoying.
He heard Havina Gradiean call his name. Showtime.
“Please welcome, Jaxon Dirk!”
The crowd applauded, but only being polite.
Nobody even knew who he was.
Just another face.
One who was destined to die.
Jax sauntered onto the stage, hiding his boredom behind a mischievous smirk. He sat down and immediately slouched down in his chair. Carelessly, the boy slung a foot up on the table.
Havina smiled, ignoring his gesture. “So, how’s the Capitol life been treating you?”
Jaxon held back a snort. “Great. I mean, you gotta love the food.” He snickered and they laughed with him.
Havina leaned forward. “Ok, now about the Games. Do you have any targets in the Arena?”
“Hm... Let’s just say that no one escapes my attention...” Jax replied vaguely, his eyes glittering maliciously.
“Oooh. Tough guy, huh. What makes you so confident? What are your strengths?”
Jaxon thought a moment and replied nonchalantly. “Wit, skill, and drive.” He replied simply.
Jax wasn’t there to win, only to hurt.
He had his reasons.
“And finally, what are you looking for in an ally?”
Jaxon’s amber eyes shone cold and hard. “Nothing.” He said, his voice low.
The interviewer frowned slightly, leaning in closer. “Would you care to repeat that?”
“I said nothing.” Jaxon’s voice rose. “I need no one, and no one needs me. I am here to fight, not care for some weakling.”
The boy took a deep breath and looked out over the crowd.
“An ally would only slow me down. And besides, trust is a fragile thing. Powerful, but hard to keep. I need no one.”
Havina coughed, probably surprised by the response, but they hid it well. “Oh, well that’s all the time we have.” They said, giving Jaxon a warm smile, which he returned with an icy glare. “Give it up for our District 10 tribute, Jaxon Dirk!” The crowd cheered—barely.
Jax graced them all with a smirk, and turned away.
He didn’t care. Not about anything.
He never had and never would.
He. Didn’t. Care.
Take that.
[[Ugh. Sorry! I’m in school so it’s sorta short. And bad. And my brain isn’t working. OMGosh I’m literally falling apart... *sigh* I know, I need help. XD DX]]
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Foxglove waits impatiently for Havinia to call her name. She felt like everybody had already gone, she was stuck in the end of the middle, where everyone was bored of seeing kids march to their deaths, and wouldn’t bother to pay attention to her.
At least her dress was alright. She had to admit the blue velvet worked well with her, and her circlet gave her a majestic look. But she was still a bit clumsy with her high heels, and was scared to twist her ankle while walking on stage.
How embarrassing that would be!
Though to be frank to herself, Foxglove didn’t care much about looking good, or about being proud of herself, or even looking good. All that was important was that she was as fit as possible before the Games started, so that she could get better chances.
But a sprained ankle wasn’t exactly going to be good for her.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of pacing and waiting, her name was finally called.
“Foxglove Jons of District 8!”
Foxglove hurries onto the stage, awkwardly, trying desperately not to trip and stumble in these uncomfortable shoes. Luckily, she manages to make her way to the plush couch where Havinia is sitting, waiting for her.
The cheers die down quick than if it were for a Career. Obviously. But Foxglove didn’t mind. It was better to be unnoticed than to be compared to a Career.
“Well, well, well, you look wonderful tonight Miss Jons!” Havinia smiles brightly.
Foxglove smiles back a bit shyly, but does not blush. They say that to everybody, even the disfigured. Don’t let yourself be flattered. she orders herself sternly.
“I really love your outfit,” Havinia comments, glancing at Foxglove up and down.
Something tells me they wish it was more revealing.
But Foxglove smiles a bit brighter this time. “Thanks! Blue’s my color!”
Havinia gives a small peal of laughter. “Well, of course! I’m sure you know all about that, considering you come from 8! Could you tell me a bit more about your district?”
Foxglove freezes a bit, her smile stuck on her face.
“Maybe your family?” Havinia prods.
Shit. Shit!
Foxglove shoves down her rising panic to answer: “Well, my family was pretty well off. It was an uneventful childhood.”
“Really?” Havinia raises an eyebrow. “Nothing else to add?”
Will you shut up? the words burned Foxglove’s lips. She desperately wanted to say them. But instead, she says sourly:
“My father is dead, if you’re interested.”
A small collective gasp goes through the crowd, but Havinia is unfazed. “Oh, that’s terrible,” they say with no sympathy whatsoever.
“Do you have anyone special back at home?” Havinia continues.
“Me?” Foxglove asks, still sharp. “No.” she gives a little scoff. “Just my family. No friends, nothing.”
It was a lie, of course, but still close enough to the truth. Who even gave a fuck about her anyways?
“Well, that’s…unfortunate,” Havinia says, their smile slowly fading.
Foxglove stifles another snort. This was truly getting ridiculous.
“So what do you enjoy doing?” Havinia asks, with forced lightness.
Foxglove chews on her lips, before saying: “I love exploring. Climbing trees. That kind of thing.”
This was met by mediocre applause, but Foxglove paid no mind to the crowd’s reaction. To her, it was only Havinia and her. Only her and the enemy.
“Sounds like that’ll be good for you!” Havinia remarks.
“In the arena, you mean?” Foxglove says, her voice having the tint of a know-it-all’s.
“Um..yes, of course,” Havinia says, tilting her head a bit sideways, surprised.
Foxglove stands up abruptly, nearly stumbling because of her heels. “Could you please be clearer when you speak?” she snaps.
You know what? I’ll teach this little bitch. I’ll embarrass her. And too bad if I get attention to myself, at least I’ve done something!
“You should maybe learn how to do your job, you know,” Foxglove continues.
To her surprises, whoops of admiration fill the crowd at her sass.
Foxglove turns around, surprised, eyes wide, and sees that the Capitolites are practically drinking the drama. And loving her.
She turns back around, where Havinia looks incredibly embarrassed.
Oh fuck, she scolds herself. You told yourself not to get any attention on you, and now you did exactly the opposite!
Stomach sinking in disappointment at herself, she sucks in a little breath and thinks: Oh fuck it. Play along. At least make this worth it.
She turns ack to the crowd and gives them an impish wink, which makes them go crazy, before scurrying off stage.
Completely flushed, heart beating like crazy, barely able to walk in her shoes, she runs as far from the stage as possible and locks her inside her Capitol room.
Stupid. You acted stupid.
Foxglove Jons never acts stupid.
At least her dress was alright. She had to admit the blue velvet worked well with her, and her circlet gave her a majestic look. But she was still a bit clumsy with her high heels, and was scared to twist her ankle while walking on stage.
How embarrassing that would be!
Though to be frank to herself, Foxglove didn’t care much about looking good, or about being proud of herself, or even looking good. All that was important was that she was as fit as possible before the Games started, so that she could get better chances.
But a sprained ankle wasn’t exactly going to be good for her.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of pacing and waiting, her name was finally called.
“Foxglove Jons of District 8!”
Foxglove hurries onto the stage, awkwardly, trying desperately not to trip and stumble in these uncomfortable shoes. Luckily, she manages to make her way to the plush couch where Havinia is sitting, waiting for her.
The cheers die down quick than if it were for a Career. Obviously. But Foxglove didn’t mind. It was better to be unnoticed than to be compared to a Career.
“Well, well, well, you look wonderful tonight Miss Jons!” Havinia smiles brightly.
Foxglove smiles back a bit shyly, but does not blush. They say that to everybody, even the disfigured. Don’t let yourself be flattered. she orders herself sternly.
“I really love your outfit,” Havinia comments, glancing at Foxglove up and down.
Something tells me they wish it was more revealing.
But Foxglove smiles a bit brighter this time. “Thanks! Blue’s my color!”
Havinia gives a small peal of laughter. “Well, of course! I’m sure you know all about that, considering you come from 8! Could you tell me a bit more about your district?”
Foxglove freezes a bit, her smile stuck on her face.
“Maybe your family?” Havinia prods.
Shit. Shit!
Foxglove shoves down her rising panic to answer: “Well, my family was pretty well off. It was an uneventful childhood.”
“Really?” Havinia raises an eyebrow. “Nothing else to add?”
Will you shut up? the words burned Foxglove’s lips. She desperately wanted to say them. But instead, she says sourly:
“My father is dead, if you’re interested.”
A small collective gasp goes through the crowd, but Havinia is unfazed. “Oh, that’s terrible,” they say with no sympathy whatsoever.
“Do you have anyone special back at home?” Havinia continues.
“Me?” Foxglove asks, still sharp. “No.” she gives a little scoff. “Just my family. No friends, nothing.”
It was a lie, of course, but still close enough to the truth. Who even gave a fuck about her anyways?
“Well, that’s…unfortunate,” Havinia says, their smile slowly fading.
Foxglove stifles another snort. This was truly getting ridiculous.
“So what do you enjoy doing?” Havinia asks, with forced lightness.
Foxglove chews on her lips, before saying: “I love exploring. Climbing trees. That kind of thing.”
This was met by mediocre applause, but Foxglove paid no mind to the crowd’s reaction. To her, it was only Havinia and her. Only her and the enemy.
“Sounds like that’ll be good for you!” Havinia remarks.
“In the arena, you mean?” Foxglove says, her voice having the tint of a know-it-all’s.
“Um..yes, of course,” Havinia says, tilting her head a bit sideways, surprised.
Foxglove stands up abruptly, nearly stumbling because of her heels. “Could you please be clearer when you speak?” she snaps.
You know what? I’ll teach this little bitch. I’ll embarrass her. And too bad if I get attention to myself, at least I’ve done something!
“You should maybe learn how to do your job, you know,” Foxglove continues.
To her surprises, whoops of admiration fill the crowd at her sass.
Foxglove turns around, surprised, eyes wide, and sees that the Capitolites are practically drinking the drama. And loving her.
She turns back around, where Havinia looks incredibly embarrassed.
Oh fuck, she scolds herself. You told yourself not to get any attention on you, and now you did exactly the opposite!
Stomach sinking in disappointment at herself, she sucks in a little breath and thinks: Oh fuck it. Play along. At least make this worth it.
She turns ack to the crowd and gives them an impish wink, which makes them go crazy, before scurrying off stage.
Completely flushed, heart beating like crazy, barely able to walk in her shoes, she runs as far from the stage as possible and locks her inside her Capitol room.
Stupid. You acted stupid.
Foxglove Jons never acts stupid.
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