#The 1st Hunger Games

[psychotic-fangirl369]

the first hunger games

I see so many people talking about Haymitch’s games, or Joanna’s or any of the other victors. But I don’t really see people talking about the very first games. Thinking about the first hunger games is devastating. No one would have had any idea what to expect. They would have been told about the games but actually living it is a different thing entirely. The kids who were chosen would have been stunned, confused, nervous. The districts would have been sort of stunned and in disbelief that this was really happening and when the games actually happened, I can’t even imagine. Remember, we now know from A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes that the games weren’t this massive spectacle that we were introduced to by Katniss in the 74th games. We know that it is Snow who takes the structure of the games and turns it into this massive TV show with audiance participation. He turns the tributes into celebrities that the Capital can love. Before that, there wasn’t this massive following or contribution of sponsors etc etc. If we look at the 10th games, the kids didn’t previously get mentors. Snow tells us that this was a new thing when he was given Lucy as his tribute. The tributes - the children - were kept in a zoo. They weren’t trained. They weren’t fed. They were basically taken away from home, locked up and starved and then tossed in an arena to kill each other. The kids in the first games probably didn’t know what to do. In the future games we know the kids go for the kill. They aren’t hesitant about it because they know it’s a blood bath and only one comes out.  They have a training centre. They learn to use weapons. They prepare. They know what’s going to happen and they know what’s expected of them. But the first 10 games were different. I imagine in the first games the kids would have been a lot more hesitant. They probably would have been less inclined to kill each other and instead be thinking are we really doing this? Several probably didn’t try to kill anyone until they were attacked themselves. There would have been hesitation, shock, confusion and the first victor was most likely not applauded by their district. We know from Lucy that people just went back to living their normal lives in their district. People would have been happy there tribute was alive but I doubt it was an honour. The first victor was basically the first person who decided to go along with the capitals madness and actually attack the other kids they were locked in the arena with. And that is heartbreaking. 

[hungergamesheadcanons]

The 1st Hunger Games

Matilda Yates didn't regret what she did.

Matilda had been from one of the prominent rebellious families in District 10, having grown up working in the slaughterhouse and using her knowledge of butchery to aid the rebellion. She had been a brilliant fighter, quickly putting peacekeepers out of their misery with her knife piercing vital arteries in seconds, and she had managed to cut swathes in the army the Capitol had sent to try and suppress them.

Until 13 disappeared.

She hated the Capitol, hated the way they'd just blown 13 off the map, hated the way the Districts had been subdued and suppressed again. So when her name was called at this 'reaping', she was entirely unsurprised.

She stalked up to the podium, glaring at everyone and everything. Even the mayor avoided her gaze, the white fabric of her dress still stained with the blood of cows and her hands still coated in red. She must have looked dangerous, and thoroughly pissed off. She didn't care. She knew this had been pre-decided - this 'reaping' was a sham.

Her brother Ben had died in the rebellion, taken down by a peacekeepers bullet. Her father was long since out of the picture, her mother killed by a fellow rebel in mercy as they tried to drag her away.

Matilda was all that remained of her family, and she knew they remembered what she did.

One of Ben's friends, Derrick Wilkinson, was reaped as well, and she nodded to him respectfully as he joined her on the stage. The kid didn't look pissed off, unlike her, but he looked stoic, as if he was struggling to process what was happening. He nodded back to her, and they turned to face their District, faces set even as their family and friends cried before them.

And they were shoved into a train.

Matilda had to admit, at least they didn't offer any false pretenses. The train cart they were shoved into was battered, with moulding wood and holes in the window. The wind whistled through the cart, and there was nowhere to sit beside the floor. A sole bucket sat in the corner, presumably for waste. There was no food.

"Lovely," Matilda muttered, "you know, the Capitol really treats their guests well. I may even want to return."

Derrick snorted, finding a corner with relatively little wind. "I know right. Top notch accommodations here."

"I'm gonna butcher the lot of them," she glared at the closed door, "I'm not sure what this 'Hunger Games' is, but as soon as I get a weapon I'm going on a spree."

"If you can even get your hands on one," Derrick frowned, "for all we know we're just going to our execution."

Matilda was going to reply, but the cart groaned beneath them and with a judder the train set off. Matilda fell to her knees, the movement of the train catching her off guard.

"Damn them all," she grimaced, scooting into the corner next to Derrick. "Damn them all to hell and back." They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, before she sighed. "Do you reckon we're the first they've picked up? There's only one cart..."

"Probably," Derrick shrugged, "Makes sense doesn't it? Start at the furthest point of Panem and circle round til we hit the Capitol. Seems like we're heading... eastwards? I don't know." He groaned miserably, "Oh god I feel sick."

"Please don't throw up, we've only got a bucket." Matilda rubbed his back, "So heading east?"

"Most likely. I stole a map of Panem a couple of years ago from the mayor's house... we border 11 so we'll probably pick up their 'tributes' first," he spat out the word 'tribute' like it was poison. "Probably 8 after that, then 12 and 3. The train route doesn't go directly from 3 to 9, so we'll have to cut through 6 to get to 9, then it'll probably go through 1, 7, 4, 5 and 2 before hitting the Capitol."

"Shit," she sighed, "so there's gonna be 24 of us in this one cart?"

"It'll probably take a couple of days," he frowned, "Panem isn't exactly small."

"Great, just what we needed."

So they rode in silence, sliding around the cart despite their attempts at staying in their corner far from the door. It took a couple of hours, but eventually the train stilled. They were sat in silence for another couple of hours, and Matilda could swear she could hear a reaping in process. But sure enough, the door opened, and two people were shoved in.

The boy, well, Matilda couldn't care less. He was big, like, BIG big, with rippling muscles and a ripped frame. He'd probably been a rebel just like her, if the scars were anything to go by. But the girl...

She couldn't have been older than 14, and was crying openly. Her dress, what may have once been a pretty blue, was covered in dust and her shoes were falling apart.

Matilda felt sick.

"Yo," she raised one hand lazily, as if they were old friends meeting again. "You guys lambs to the slaughter too, huh?"

"Yeah," the boy grunted, easily lifting the small girl up. He carefully dusted down her dress and tried to smooth down her hair, as if by doing as such he could fix the fact that they were in this situation. "Names Oliver Henry. This is Bluebell Griffin."

"Matilda Yates," Matilda nodded respectfully. "This is Derrick Wilkinson. Rebels too?"

"Me, yeah," Oliver led Bluebell over, settling her down next to Derrick before the train started. The jolt didn't startle him at all, his strong frame barely moving even as the train shuddered and creaked beneath him. "For Bluebell it was her dad. He's livid. Was fighting with the peacekeepers as we were dragged over here."

"I'm sensing a theme, here," Derrick drawled, "Who'd have thought that 4 people would all be rebels or related to rebels? I wouldn't be surprised if everyone who ends up here has some sort of tie."

"So much for an impartial reaping," Matilda huffed, "that shit was more rigged than the war-" she paused, realising a child was in the car now, and grimaced. "Sorry for the language kid... How old are you anyway?"

"13," she whimpered, wiping her eyes. "I'm scared."

"I know," Oliver stood next to her, "which is why I'm gonna get you out. I don't know how yet, but I will."

"Good luck with that mate." Matilda said, genuinely. "I don't think you'll need it, but if I can help with anything, I will. It's fucked up that kids are getting involved in this - if we can get the small ones out, I'll count that as a win."

"Thanks," Oliver nodded his head to her, and a tentative alliance formed. Soon enough, after a couple of hours, they hit District 8, and the same routine happened. A little while of waiting in silence, except this time it was accompanied by Bluebell's sniffles, and then two people flung into the train. Both of them scrambled to their feet, running at the peacekeepers behind them, but the door slammed shut before they could attack them. The girl screamed in frustration, while the boy pounded on the door, before both of them slumped in defeat.

Tessa Lane and Brett Parkinson, they ended up introducing themselves as, both of whom had been rebels. Bluebell seemed slightly intimidated by Tessa, who was cussing up a storm, but Brett seemed to be overall calmer, despite his ferocious beating of the door. District 8 seemed to be where their journey paused for the night, as the peacekeepers opened the door to chuck in a loaf of bread, before slamming it shut again.

"Assholes," Tessa growled, as Oliver picked up the bread and split it into six. "Eat up," he handed a portion to each of them, face grim, "it's not looking like we'll be getting fed well. We'll need all we can get."

Bluebell finished her portion, the poor girl seemingly ravenous. Her malnourished frame seemed weak, and Matilda saw Oliver quietly give his portion to her, even as everyone ate their own hurriedly. She wondered what his aim was - whatever it was the Capitol had in store for them, facing it starving wasn't going to help anything. She saved half of her portion, tucking it inside of a relatively clean part of her dress that she had torn off, for later.

Whatever she was facing, she wanted to do it on a full stomach for once.

The tributes ended up huddling together that night, the freezing wind blowing through the cart and chilling them to the bone. What little body heat they had, they shared, little Bluebell tucked in the middle of all of them.

At one point, Bluebell started squirming, an embarrassed flush coating her cheeks. "I need to use the toilet." She whispered, and Matilda pointed to the bucket.

She stood in front of it for a little while, tentatively lifting her dress, before pausing. Oliver stood up, walking in front of her and blocking part of her from view, even as he turned to face them. Matilda did the same, and tried to ignore the noises coming from behind her. When Bluebell was done, she tapped them on the shoulder, and they returned to the pile, the bucket on the far end of the cart.

They awoke to a violent shuddering as the train set off, all of them sliding roughly down and hitting their heads on the wood beneath them.

"Fuck," Tessa groaned, pulling herself up and rubbing the back of her head angrily. "Bastards couldn't make us a little more comfortable, huh?"

"We'd have to be Capitol citizens for any kind of consideration," Brett huffed, hauling himself up. He'd managed to catch Bluebell with his own body, so she was relatively unscathed. "Wonder where we're heading next."

"12, I reckon." Derrick said, "3 will follow. Then 6, 9, 1, 7, 4, 5, and finishing with 2."

"Wonder who'll get thrown in today."

Hannah Whitehead and Philip Holloway were the tributes from 12, both 16. They'd been flung into the cart with as much care as the rest of them, their clothes and faces streaked with soot even as defiance set their jaws. Hannah immediately took to Bluebell, a smuggled comb running through dark curly hair as Bluebell sat between the miners legs.

Like Derrick had supposed, 3 did indeed follow. Eunice Howarth, Hanly Marsden, 14 and 17 respectively. Eunice seemed like she was in shock, sitting quietly in the corner or the train cart staring at nothing, while Hanly paced madly, muttering under his breath. What about, Matilda just didn't know. She didn't much care to find out either.

6 too, with little Finn Houghton and Kayla Davison joining their number. Clothes dirty, and both of them weepy and weary, they curled up in a corner, miserable.

9 was their last stop, Tyler Gilbert and Estelle Atkinson joining their ragtag crew of tributes. Estelle was 12, younger than Bluebell, and both latched on to Hannah like a lifeline. To her credit, Hannah was a lot softer than the other tributes, with curly blonde hair and sweet facial features. She didn't look dangerous, not like a fighter at all, but Matilda knew not every rebel was a fighter.

Hannah could have been a doctor, a spy, someone who sold herself to peacekeepers for information. Whatever it was she did, or her family did, she kept quiet about it, putting all her attention on the two young girls in front of her. Her portion of bread was split between the two of them, Hannah claiming that she wasn't hungry.

Matilda knew that had to be a lie. She herself was hungry, even as she slipped the other half of her bread beneath her skirt as well.

The night passed, and indeed they hit 1, 7 and 4 like Derrick had theorised. Kimberley Shepherd and Darcy Howe joined their number in 1, both of them significantly cleaner and better dressed than the other tributes, but equally as bitter. Kimberley's blue eyes were stormy with rage, while Darcy's perfectly proportioned face was set in anger. 7 was equally as enraged, Belle Cooper's nimble fingers trying to open the door or pull up the floorboards while Preston Phillips yelled loudly at the peacekeepers, long after the train set off again. Oliver and Hannah were sat together by the time they reached District 4, little Asherah Doyle joining their group of children while Bryde Higgins gnawed on his bread desperately. That night, Asherah pulled them all to the window, showing them the sunset over the ocean that many of them had never seen before. She seemed wistful, as if hopeful that simply seeing it could sweep them all away from here.

Matilda didn't know when she'd awoken, as it was too dark to know for sure, but the moon was high in the sky, and a dull thumping broke the silence. She blinked blearily, seeing Oliver's muscled silhouette and Hannah's delicate one at the window.

"What's going on?" She muttered, hauling herself up. Hannah turned to her, kneeling next to her.

"The peacekeepers are in a hotel tonight," she whispered, "So we've made a plan to get the little ones out. Or as many of them as we can..."

"Ok," Matilda nodded, "Tell me."

The three of them worked to dismantle the window, which had already been hanging on a thread. Hannah's fingers were bloody from scratching wood and picking out nails, and Matilda joined in, both of their nails reduced to stumps by the time most of the nails were out, and Oliver brute-forced the planks and what nails remained out. He kept the broken panels, and used the open hole to heft himself up and look out.

"It's about big enough," he informed them, "might be a bit of a squeeze, but they'll get out."

"But we stand no chance," Matilda sighed.

"We knew we wouldn't." Hannah crossed her arms, bloody fingers staining her already soot-stained dress. "But we can get them out. As soon as we're out of 4, once we cross the barrier into untamed lands, Oliver will lift them out."

"Won't the train be going too fast?"

"Not if they land right, and we'll tell them what to do. Most of us have experience falling from height, they should know. Besides, it'll be better than whatever we're heading into."

"They'll punish us for it." Matilda said, resigned.

Oliver looked at her grimly. "They already are."

She didn't have an answer for that.

She barely slept that night, the three of them putting the bread they had collectively saved in the part of her dress she'd ripped off and tying it tightly. And then Oliver and Hannah settled down for a nap, and Matilda was so paranoid that when the peacekeepers came back they'd notice the missing window that she barely slept -

- But they didn't notice. And the train set off. Oliver and Hannah stayed by the now removed window, and as soon as they left the fences of 4 behind, they tossed out the wood, nails, everything that showed the evidence of their plan, before turning to the kids.

"Come on," Oliver knelt down, "Estelle first."

And Estelle was out, along with the bread. Then Bluebell. Then Asherah and Finn. And the little ones, the ones under 14, who managed to squeeze through the tiny hole with great difficulty, were free.

"They're going to hurt us for this." Derrick pursed his lips, watching the scenery speed by. They hadn't been able to see if the kids had made it, or if they'd died on impact, but undoubtedly it was better than where they were heading.

"At least they're out," Oliver sighed, "Now for the last leg of the journey."

"One more day." Tessa murmured.

And that day did indeed pass. District 5 and 2 were unceremoniously thrown in, thankfully none of them as young as the escaped ones. Dorothy Rice and Alan Powell were subdued, as if they were struggling to believe what had happened, while Hillary Stephens and Gaius Armstrong were struggling against the peacekeepers who threw them in.

And then they reached the Capitol.

There was no place for them to stay, so they were ditched into an old jail, run down and waterlogged. They were each tossed into an individual cell, which was small and cramped. The 'beds' were concrete slabs, without even a blanket to lay upon, and the windows were high up and barred to prevent escape.

Then came the interrogations.

4 tributes missing. Where are they. Don't know, don't know, don't know, was all Matilda said. Even when they beat her, even when they threatened her, even when they beat other tributes in front of her. Don't know. Don't know. Don't know.

Don't know. Don't know. Don't know.

Windows missing, did you do it?

Don't know. Don't know. Don't know.

They gave in after a couple of days, and the tributes that remained were tossed into one cramped cell. Apparently, none of them had given them the information they wanted, which made Matilda relieved.

At least they wouldn't know where they escaped - hopefully the kids had gotten out, far from Panem.

Both Hannah and Brett had died during the interrogation, and Tessa was so badly injured that she passed away due to her wounds. Alan Powell, only 14, also passed because of an infection, as they'd whipped his feet and then forced him to walk on them. Those were a miserable few days, listening to him sobbing and begging for his mother, his father, anyone to relieve him of this misery.

And then those who'd survived - only 16 of the original 24 - were corralled into an arena. They were followed by individual peacekeepers, with crowds in the surrounding stands. They were forced to stand on pre marked circles, a vibrant red against the pale stone backdrop, and a pile of weapons sat in the middle.

Matilda didn't know what was going on.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" A voice rung out, and Matilda couldn't tell where from, "WELCOME TO THE FIRST ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES!"

The crowd went wild, screaming and hollering and stamping their feet. She could see Eunice drop to her knees, hands curling around her ears as if it could stop the noise, even as the peacekeeper behind her tried to pull her back up. She wanted to help Eunice, but her own peacekeeper had that gun right to her neck.

"Now, our tributes here are unaware of what the Hunger Games are, so let us go over the rules." And the crowd quietened, as the voice continued.

"Once the countdown is over, the tributes will use the weapons provided to kill each other. Only one person will get out of the arena alive. Now, if our crowd will do the honours..."

And the crowd chanted excitedly - 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!

A horn went off.

Matilda sat down. So did Oliver. The rest quickly followed.

They wouldn't fight. They refused.

A peacekeeper shot rang out. Eunice collapsed, dead. Preston followed shortly after, and then Hillary. Oliver's peacekeeper pushed him forward, to the weapon pile.

He picked up a knife and slit his own throat.

The crowd was silent, and Matilda could see a peacekeeper murmuring something rather aggressively to Tyler, whose face contorted in pain. He picked up a sword and walked up to Derrick, eyes watering.

"I'm sorry," Matilda heard him say, voice trembling, "They have my sister."

"It's not your fault." Derrick stood, hugging Tyler tightly. And Tyler raised the sword, sticking it through both of their abdomens as they dropped to the floor.

Gaius then took precedence, picking up a knife and walking over to Belle. She took a step back, breathing picking up as she started to cry.

"Please," she begged, and Gaius shook his head.

"I'm sorry," his voice broke, "it's better this way."

And she tried to run, but Gaius was faster, and he slammed the knife through her neck. Kayla was next, followed by Darcy and Phillip, and Matilda took the moment to run to the pile, grabbing her own knife. She killed Bryde and Dorothy quickly, aiming for arteries and letting them go as painlessly as possible, while Gaius clumsily butchered Kimberley and Hanly, before he ran at her.

She neatly dodged, using her superior size and strength to pin him.

"Kill me," he begged, "they wanted to shoot me. I don't want to go out by their hands. Kill me. I'm sorry for killing them, but please kill me." He was sobbing by this point, and Matilda herself had tears in her eyes. She had seen the cameras, mercilessly filming the children who didn't want to fight each other being forced to do so, and knew what she had to do.

"I'm sorry too," She whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead before slitting his throat. The crowd went wild, but she wasn't done.

She took Gaius's sword, turning to face the crowd with knife in one hand and sword in the other.

And she charged.

She sliced, hacked, violently cutting a bloody path through the crowd as she tried to make her way to the camera. The peacekeepers seemed caught off guard, the crowd no longer screaming out of excitement but out of fear, and as they chased after her, she got there.

"Look at me," she hissed at the cameraman, "look at what you made me! YOU DID THIS!" She was enraged, furious, bloody fingers grasping at the camera and leaving smudged all over the lens. She grinned, raising the knife to her throat even as the peacekeepers charged her.

"May whatever God you believe in have mercy on your souls."

And the knife hit home, and the very first Victor, Matilda Yates, dropped dead.

[districtunrest]

Haymitch: *has the 'oh, no, sweetheart. I know you, but you don't know me' card locked and loaded for if/when she gets too close*

meanwhile, Katniss: *demonstrates Haymitch Abernathy Clairvoyance™ whenever she gives just one iota of thought toward him*

There’s only one way Haymitch could have won, and Peeta says it just as I’m reaching this conclusion myself. “He outsmarted the others,” says Peeta.

(next book)

Haymitch makes a beeline for his cliff and has just reached the edge when she throws the ax. He collapses on the ground and it flies into the abyss. Now weaponless as well, the girl just stands there, trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring from her empty eye socket. She's thinking perhaps that she can outlast Haymitch, who's starting to convulse on the ground. But what she doesn't know, and what he does, is that the ax will return. And when it flies back over the ledge, it buries itself in her head. The cannon sounds, her body is removed, and the trumpets blow to announce Haymitch's victory.

even more impressively, without Peeta's input,

The sixteen-year-old boy who won the second Quarter Quell must have had people he loved - family, friends, a sweetheart maybe -that he fought to get back to. Where are they now? How is it that until Peeta and | were thrust upon him, there was no one at all in his life? What did Snow do to them?

(pages later)

"My mother and younger brother. My girl. They were all dead two weeks after | was crowned victor. Because of that stunt | pulled with the force field," he answers. "Snow had no one to use against me."

which is why this:

Maybe he wasn’t always a drunk. Maybe, in the beginning, he tried to help the tributes. But then it got unbearable.

is canon to me, no question.

[r0bita]

When I see Pav's design I see a guy who really does not care about his rank or appearances (other than the boots rant towards Levi, but I personally like to think that's him showing some amount of concern towards a younger soldier, or to annoy him like the other character exclusive interactions in an attempt to distance himself from your party). Pav's shirt and coat are unbottoned down to the point where they don't even look like they fit him, his chest and and his bullet scars are exposed, he has unkempt hair, and seemingly has a very casual/sloppy posture which implies a lack of respect for the army he's supposedly been indoctrinated in. This contrasts with the image of how most soldiers are expected to be disciplined - to be orderly, clean cut, and tidy, especially higher ranking ones when displaying rank/status. Overall, Pav comes off as messy and possibly not even in his right mind from the beginning. When considering his true purpose for being in Prehevil is to kill the Kaiser, He's practically on a suicide mission.

And this can be further backed up by his attitude towards failing to kill the Kaiser, being saved, and taken to the train. What was the point of joining the same army that killed your village, rising up the ranks through whatever horrible means you had to go through and very possibly willing to do onto others what was done to you in order to get close enough to the man that you deam responsible for everything that has gone wrong in the world, only to find out that he was a indestructible monster beyond your powers? After that, it's either start from square one again, wait to die, or live your life on the run from everyone. Pav had kept a facade for possibly most of his life up until that moment, but as soon as he's cut down the mask breaks apart and he breaks down in train mad at you for giving him a few more moments of life.

To summarize, I'm intrigued by Pav's portrait because it gives us that hint on what kind for person he really is underneath the Bremen "disguise". He can't wait tear the damn thing off himself.

Is he a Bremen pig? Probably not. Is he still a pig? Yes. Or... rather something more feral hiding in the styes that he's trapped himself in, waiting to start a rampage in until he's put down himself. (Hmm. I wonder if that's would actually be a good Moonscorched idea?)

[laugtherhyena]

Hi Mary hiiiiiiiiii

Character story

The silent Bohemian night reigns with an underlying uneasiness to it. You can't help but feel as if something sinister lurks in the horizon, just beyond where your eyes can reach..

In an attempt to ignore the chill underneath your skin,You reminisce about what has led you to this point in life…

Your memories are often hazy. Vague, unclear recollections of past plights and terrors scattered throughout the years you clung to life. Your own hardships botched your ability to recall much beyond blurry faces and muffled voices. 

You've been alone for as far as you can remember. Alone together with countless other children in a place disguised as a safe haven, the predacious gaze of the black hearted vultures deemed "holy" had always been the only eyes set on your kind.

Carrying away naive children to the darkest corners of the building, never to be seen again. You were one of them, or you would have been had you not…

What did you do? What happened then?

…

You can't recall. Maybe that's for the best. 

You do remember swearing to whatever gods are out there to never set foot near that place again, let alone stay in the presence of the men in dark tunics.

The merciless streets of prehevil became your new home. For weeks on end you crawled aimlessly through the dirty alleys while the townsfolk steered away from you on sight, staring down at your deteriorating physique as if you were a filthy creature, barely even human. 

Rummaging through the garbage for food scraps became an everyday occurrence, you didn't even mind the rancid smell anymore, it was certainly better than when you had to feed off of rats and dirty crawlers to survive.

It didn't take long for you to meet others like you, but much like the townsfolk, the children were not kind. The teachings of the streets instilled in the street urchins only one instinct…

Convince the children to lend you a piece of their food. (Gain persuade)

Despite their treatment of you, you didn't retaliate. You knew those children were no different from yourself; lost, scared and hungry, doing everything in their power to remain living.

And so you tried to reason with them for a scrap of moldy bread. They yelled at you, you tried again. They threw trash and rocks at you, you tried again. And again. And again.

They didn't budge. As the moon took a hold of the night sky, you slept with an empty stomach. That's alright, you had become well acquainted with the feeling by now.

Steal the food for yourself (Gain steal)

You tackled the street urchins and pried the moldy bread from a boy’s scrawny hands. You ran as fast as you could, but your frail legs couldn't outrun the enraged children.

You were knocked down and beaten senseless by your peers, it hurt so much you wondered how you were still alive once you woke up the next day.

For the following weeks, you lived in the darkness of the sewers as your frail body struggled to heal its injuries. The smell was atrocious, but it kept you hidden from their wrath.

You soon fled to the old town, in its slums an abandoned shack sheltered you from the cold Bohemian nights. The rundown alleyways had danger lurking around every corner, but the shared pain of poverty amidst its citizens made you feel as if you're right where you belong.

As the years went by your mind grew sharper but your body remained rather frail, you watched as the street children from your time met unfortunate ends one after the other, and in their absence you found more children lurking the streets.

You took it upon yourself to show them the ropes, give them some of your belongings and share a bit of the little food you had. When it rained relentlessly you opened your doors to shelter them, when they wanted to chase a better life beyond prehevil you helped them hop on the train wagons.

Sometimes you went along, but you always found yourself back in the streets of the old town, alone once again. That's alright, it's how it's always been. By now you know this place like the back of your hand, as much as you're looked down upon, you know of a couple ways to get by…

Search for gigs around the town (Gain ×1 lucky coin, ×2 moldy bread and beer)

There's always someone in need for your services in the city, that is; the taxing manual labor they didn't want to do themselves. You were hardly ever paid with money, even when you insisted, your employers would rather reward your services with leftovers or worn out clothes.

You never complained, it was better than nothing.

Harvest goods from the wild (Gain ×2 green herb, turnip and carrot)

The woods around Prehevil can be surprisingly resourceful if you know where to look. Over time you learned how to spot vegetables growing amidst the weeds and that some greens are quite helpful against certain illnesses.

You found the solitude of the forest rather comforting.

A lifetime of fending for yourself taught you plenty of ways to acquire the bare minimum to keep living, some in ways you would never have imagined. Strange cultists pay a hefty price for the meat squirming inside your body, witty townsfolk give you a quick buck for some strange plants you found in the woods, and the train wagons you ride in cary so many goods you're certain no one will notice if you takes a little bit for yourself.

But life has never been kind to you, even now it seems to strive to rip the little you have from your cold trembling hands. One evening you returned to your shack being raided by a gang of thieves, you tried to fight them off only to be quickly overwhelmed and beaten by those men like a punching bag.

You laid on the ground, battered and bruised as the thieves laughed at your expense before taking their leave. There was nothing but pain left for you, everything hurt, you could hardly breathe…

Return home (Gain endure)

You swallowed the blood pooling in your mouth and crawled to what remained of your home, further staining the dirty mattress you slept on.

You had never felt such visceral pain before, as if your body had been set ablaze and your bones had pierced through your lungs. Your heart however thumped the urge to keep on living, and as such, you endured the suffering.

Chase the burglars (Gain ×1 rusty pipe and terminal surge)

The blood pouring down your mouth filled you with a glistening ire you had never felt before. Against all odds, you stood up and charged at your abusers like an enraged animal.

Pipe in hand, you hit them until their bloodied bodies stopped moving, mangled beyond recognition. You bashed the last one’s skull open before collapsing from exhaustion besides the corpses.

You have no recollection of how you survived the weeks after the incident, but you made it, and that's all that matters. As long as your heart is still beating you have time to get your life back on track no matter how much you have lost thus far.

There’s even a new job opportunity for you; the owner of the old hotel needs someone to clean the pipes, he was even kind enough to give you an old mattress and let you sleep in the storage room as long as you had everything done by the weekend. 

As payment for your services, what did you request?

Medical goods (Gain ×2 blue vial and cloth fragment)

Financial compensation (Gain ×20 shillings)

Food and drinks (Gain ×2 dried meat and vodka)

The feeling of the soft mattress cushioning your malnourished body after a long day of work brings a calm that knows no equal. 

For a moment, you forget about the pain that has tainted every day you've lived thus far. allowing yourself to be enveloped in soft sleep...

Character skills

[vesteneris]

not gonna lie, the cast of @kald-dal-art fanfiction about the first Quartel Quell is just really good

[miraculouscriticismshub]

Hunger Games Headcannons Part 1

Snow killed Gaul before or during the 25th games during his first year as head Gamemaker. Dr Gaul however saw it coming and put something in her drink to make the poison immune to the antidote so Snow ended up with the mouth scars.

There were more than 7 victors that survived the 2nd rebellion . One was the 72nd victor and another was the 42nd victor. They didn’t show up to Coin's meeting because they were still unsure if it was safe for them to come out to the public. We know that 59 victors were alive during the 75th hunger games and that 18 died in the Thrid quarter quell. We know that 2 died later ( Finnick and Lyme ) and there were 7 remaining victors . Therefore there were 32 unknown victors that were alive by the 75th and could possible have been killed during the purge. I struggle to believe all 32 of them were found and killed by the Capitol or Rebels. At least 5 and at most 15 of the 32 unknown victors survived the war but didn't show up to Coin's meeting.

The winner of the 42nd game was a male from district 5. He won in an unique way by befriending the careers during training and in the arena he was able to manipulate the careers into turning on eachother. He went into hiding during Mockingjay and survived the Victor's purge and 2nd rebellion.

The capitol and the career districts are very accepting of queer relationships while some of the outlying districts (9,10,11) and district 13 are very conservative. The male tribute from District 10 was voted in during the 1st quarter quell for being queer.

They are branches of the Covey that survived in other districts in Panem (3,8,9,11,12). I headcannon that the female district 11 tribute during the first quarter quell was voted in for being Covey and therefore an outsider.

District 10 has a surprising advantage in the games as their tributes know how to use weapons (knives, whips ) and know how to kill. The district has 5 victors and their tributes make it very far. That's why they are targeted by the careers first.

There are still some pockets of religion in Panem especially in the non-career districts. The district 11 male was voted in for the first quarter quell for being an open disbeliever of his district's faith.

The First Quarter Quell winner died during the year of the 72nd games. She was the female tribute from District 10. She was voted in by her district for being a thief. She died aged 62 from an overdose of morphling. She had 8 children and 5 grandchildren. She had lots of children as she knew some were going to be reaped for the games. 3 of her children were reaped and died in the games. One of her children was reaped and died in the 50th games. Katniss learns about her story after the 2nd rebellion when a relative of hers visits District 12.

District 10 has 4 victors by the 75th games ( One dying 3 years prior) . One of their victors won the 72nd games. She wasn't reaped during the third quarter quell and survived the 2nd rebellion and purge as she went into hiding during the start of the war.

Some people in District 13 have Greek names.

The mayor of District 9 during the 74th games was a victor. He was appointed by the Capitol. He died in the third quarter quell.

Victors are allowed to marry the peacekeepers in their district. One of the victors of district 5 was married to the head peacekeeper.

Titus was in Annie's games. He has a Roman Name as his father was a peacekeeper from the Capitol

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was dating Finnick Odair.

[agottwha]

im js closin my eyes n throwinf darts 2 see which old art of mine i shd post on there

[melindagordon]

now that i finally finished the books (on my kindle) and got the physical copies i decided to put post its on my favorite/everlark parts on catching fire and i ran out of post its

[howtotrainyouragents]

Agent H's Book Reactions

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

Revolution is rising in the districts of Panem as Katniss and Peeta are selected again for the Hunger Games Quarter Quell

-Unfair, that only Gale calls Katniss Catnip. I, too, would like to call her Catnip

-It's really fun reading the love triangle through the lens of what each boy represents (Gale: rage and rebellion, Peeta: hope and peace) because it so beautifully serves Katniss' emotions and journey. She chooses Gale when she decides to join the rebellion instead of running. She holds on to Peeta in the Capitol/Games. etc. Genius character technique, Collins

-I completely understand why Collins wrote it this way, but I wish that the victory tour had been longer. Like it goes by in pretty much two pages. I was looking forward to them going to each district, because it would help us get to know each district better and see the rebellions first hand. And I think it could've raised some tensions if while on tour, District 12 was being cracked down on and Gale got in trouble, and there'd be nothing Katniss could do. It parallels watching the Games and emphasizes the hopelessness and violence the Capitol is trying to inflict

-Between the victory tour and the Quell announcement, I was really bored. It was important plot set up and I really appreciate how these books dedicate time to Katniss's trauma and emotional well-being. But it dragged on a bit too long for me.

-I really appreciate the posts that point how Rue is the true start of the rebellion, but I don't want to mistake that for the impression that her death matters more than her life. She was a young Black girl, she deserved to live :(

-At first I was like, ugh, this Games feels different than the first. But, duh that's the point!! The first part of this book is about the districts uprising. The second part of the book is the microcosm of the districts, the victors uprising. The Games feel different because it truly is the districts against the Capitol instead of each other

-They say that once the gong rings, the solidarity that the victors showed during the interviews will be gone. But then they're wrong!! Katniss and all work in a team, and they rebel against the Games by showing compassion and solidarity. It's the victors working together to rescue Katniss. It's Peeta consoling the dying victor. It's Katniss taking the time to clean and soothe Beetee and Wiress. It's joking around with Finnick. It's Finnick having Johanna's back. That's the revolution!!

-I like the first book's arena more for how it was so realistic, but I can appreciate just how batshit traumatizing this book's arena is. Who tf thinks of raining blood??? Also I like the set up of the District 12 electric fence to the arena's forcefield. And how them destroying the force field is the literal AND metaphorical destroying the games for good

-Really sometime I should sit down with this series and just connect all the different parallels and symbolisms and set ups

-Peeta continues to be the best and my favorite

-"If it weren't for the baby"- PEETA MELLARK IS THAT BITCH. I LOVE HIM

-Unsurprisingly, I am down bad for Johanna. I want her to step on me

-*Me @me*: You cannot adopt another gorgeous, witty, secretly tragic boy. *Me, sighing, knowing this will not end well, but putting Finnick Odair in my pocket anyway*

-I know it was for the escape plan, but it was so cute how Finnick was obsessively counting the bread each time

-I couldn't tell if Finnick knew the truth on the baby thing, but I thought it was adorable that he seemed to so earnestly believe Katniss' lies, e.g., the baby, hearing the forcefield

-The whole hearing the force field thing is so funny because it has no significance to the plot, it's just Katniss overthinking things again and then having to keep up the lie

-I love Katniss and Peeta so much. They're so ride-or-die for each other before ever having real feelings (on Katniss's part at least) involved. Like the foundation of the relationship is just pure human empathy and friendship in the face of unimaginable circumstances. God damn

-I also really love how as much as Peeta gives Katniss hope, she also gives him hope. She saves him in the games. She makes life in District 12 worth living. It's not just one-sided, they save each other. Couples who mutually inspire each other to live=Top Tier

-I got confused on the ending, but why wasn't Peeta at the tree with Beetee? Finnick went after Johanna and Katniss after they realized the wire was cut. So I can get that Peeta would've wanted to go after them too, but Beetee would've insisted that he stayed put, right? Do they ever explain this?

-See, the rebellion rescuing Katniss feels less like plot armor to me than I think other books would've made it feel, mainly I think because Finnick and Johanna were still down to kill Katniss if it came to it and District 13 is very much also just using her in their Games

-Ohhh, the ending with Haymitch hurts so much. Because Peeta says that he lied to one of them about which one he'll keep alive. And we, like Katniss, know that he lied to Peeta because he agreed that it's Peeta's turn to live. But as much as he loves Peeta, turns out he lied to Katniss and us. The betrayal is real T^T

-The movie gives a cleaner explanation on why Katniss and Peeta can't know about the rescue plan

-Because I rewatched the movie immediately after finishing the book, Strokes of genius from the movie: 1) The little girl saying she wants to volunteer like Katniss (scariest moment of the movie) 2) The graffiti "the odds were never in our favor" 3) The shot of Johanna and Finnick leaning on the tree as they decide on Beetee's plan

-While rewatching, I saw a comment that was like "I can see how these books are beginning to reflect now in our real time." And I was like, hmm, yeah, like obvs we're not having children killing each other in an arena anytime soon (though we seem to be okay with children dying from gun violence and police brutality *side-eye*), but the series' themes of media, propaganda, and violence are very much in play now

-I think Hunger Games should absolutely be taught in dystopian fic sections of literature classes alongside things like 1984 and Brave New World (admittedly, Hunger Games was a little too disturbing for me as a young teen, but then again Brave New World was a little disturbing to me as a young teen SO)

[delyth88]

Decided to read the Hunger Games again.

Remember how much I hate first person pov! 😅

[elytra404]

I used a hunger games simulator to determine the best doctor and companion. It was jenky as all else, ryan died repeatedly to kfc, and 14 spent an entire day realizing he wasn’t colourblind. But here are the results! (Notes; I only put in nuwho companions cause I know them best and putting every companion would have taken ages)

Our finalists for best companion where:

-River Song

-Nardole

-Yasmin Khan

-Dan Lewis

The winner wassssss~

Dan Lewis!!

Our finalists for best doctor where:

-1st Doctor

-6th Doctor

-14th Doctor

-15th Doctor

The winner wassssss~

The 15th Doctor!!

TL;DR the hunger games simulator I used picked the safest of the controversial picks for best. Dan and 15 love lets goooo!

[brutal-out-here]

I fully believe if I were in the hunger games universe and I got picked there’s a 98% chance I would die of a heart attack before getting on the train/plane to leave whatever district lol

[laugtherhyena]

There's this gal too. Her, Cathy and John/Direwolf are my goofy 1st termina festival contestants

Other dude (Matyas) is from @kiruvry

[dorkofclanlavellan]

The 1st Quarter Quell Hunger Games arena was designed to look like Los Angeles and surrounding areas.

The major event of these Games was a massive hurricane that flooded the arena and filled it with aggressive shark-mutts that began picking off the tributes.

Over the following couple of days the Gamemakers triggered 3 tornados filled with the shark-mutts.

The District 4 male, Fin, managed to fight his way through, including a finale highlight moment of cutting his way out of a shark-mutt with a chainsaw.

A few weeks before his Victory Tour, Fin disappeared. The only clue was a nonsensical note that indicated he would not return until he finished hunting down three more "Sharknados"

The Capitol talk about it with scornful laughs and intense eye rolls, "3 more Sharknados is just inane. The first 3 were ridiculous enough."