#gv: may the odds be ever in your favor

[my100hiraeth]

Starter / Plotting call for GV: May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor 

** pls specify in the replies if you’d rather have a starter or plot first, otherwise I’ll probably come at you for at least a little origin/meeting/background plotting ** 

[saeance-archived]

@myhiraeth   /   plotted   starter !! 

the   room   was   filled   to   the   brim   with   trainees.   stations   were   full.   not   that   it   was   any   skin   off   his   back,   klaus   had   no   intentions   of   ever   approaching   one   of   those   stations   again.   not   that   he’d   spent   much   time   at   them   the   first   time   around   either.   there   had   been   a   lot   of   talking   –   a   lot   of   kissing.   he   &   dave   had   hit   it   off   quickly.   they   found   all   the   corners   to   hide   in   –   just   out   of   sight   of   the   cameras.  

he   knew   it   was   wrong   –   even   as   they   were   doing   it.   one   or   both,   of   them   were   going   to   die.   &yet…   he   let   himself   fall   for   him.   the   memories   were   painful.   that’s   all   this   place   does,   though.   every   room..   every   corner.   every   word..   it   dredges   up   memories   that   were   supposed   to   be   gone.   they   were   supposed   to   be   hidden   by   bottles   of   alcohol…   and   yet..   here   he   was..   sober.   for   the   first   time   in   years   –   he   hates   it.  

it   takes   him   a   few   minutes   to   find   a   corner   that   he   believes   to   be   safe   –   he’d   spent   several   of   those   minutes   surveying.   watching   as   the   trainees   ran   back   and   forth.   none   of   them   had   made   their   way   to   this   corner.   he   was   certain   he’d   be   safe   there.   safe   to   wallow   in   self   pity   &   his   withdrawal   symptoms.   he   was   on   the   last   few   stages   –   the   shakes   were   the   most   prevalent   thing   now,   besides   the   sweats.   but   that   could   also   be   because   they   kept   it   so   hot   in   the   training   area.   he   itched   for   music   –   just   to   drown   the   grunts   and   shouts   out.   but   there   was   none.   he   had   nothing   that   he   was   used   to.   nothing   that   kept   him   sane.   he   was   in   his   own   personal   hell   –   and   there   was   someone,   a   small   girl,   approaching   him.   lord   help   him.  

[cagefoundarchive]

@respnsibility,  bellamy.

nimble  fingers  spinning  the  throwing  knife  in  her  left  hand,    echo  watches  him.  though  it’s  been  years  since  they  were  last  alone  together,   some  habits  clearly  haven’t  changed.   this  is,  after  all,  where  they  met  in  the  days  leading  up  to  his  turn  in  the  games.    only,  back  then,  she  was  nothing  more  than  a  celebrated  victor   ---   expected  to  train  her  district’s  tribute,  as  if  that  tribute  hadn’t  been  training  for  years.

now,  their  situation  is  different.    they’re  both  going  into  that  arena,   both  expected  to  kill  in  order  to  survive.   dark  eyes  track  his  movements,   silently  assessing  the  lethality  of  his  form.   he  remembers  his  training  well.    ‘   i  taught  you  that,    ’   she  points  out,  drawing  attention  to  herself  for  the  first  time.   moving  closer,  echo  tosses  the  knife  into  the  air   ---   catching  it  again  by  the  handle.   letting  a  small  smirk  tug  at  the  corner  of  her  lips,   echo   looks  his  way.   ‘   do  you  plan  on  using  it  to  kill  me  in  there?    ’

[strongerthanfeargv-blog]

Hi guys, I'm really sorry, I thought I would have time for this GV but unfortunately, I do not. I'm going to be removing Kaydi to leave the spot open for someone else. Again, I'm very sorry :(

We’re really sad to lose you and we will miss you and Kaydi. May the odds be ever in your favor

[my100hiraeth]

Fox headcanons re: gv: May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

Fox is from District 9, the grain district. She grew up working in the wheat fields and spending her free time running around in those same fields pretending she was free. 

Fox is good with small game traps. She would often stay too late out in the fields and if she missed dinner, her parents would take her rations for the night. So she became good with small game traps to keep herself fed when she didn’t want to return home in time. 

Fox never watches the Games. She’s plain enough to go unnoticed and she usually spends the Game-watching times lying out in the fields and watching clouds go by, pretending she doesn’t know people are dying those very seconds. Pretending she lives in a different world. 

She has only watched one game, two years before her own culling. Her best friend  (and sometimes more ) had been called in the culling, and that year she forced herself to watch, hoping against hope that he’d succeed and that he’d come back to her. He didn’t, and she didn’t return home for over a week, just stayed hiding in the wheat fields as she grieved. 

Fox feels deeply for the returning victors having to go through this twice. She feels for the other new tributes that they have to experience this for the first time against practiced veterans. She however, often forgets she too is in this, having trouble grasping that this is real. It doesn’t feel real, the killing and the fighting and the violence and the survival, none of it feels real until she’s actually in the game. 

Fox is a lover, not a fighter, and it’ll be her downfall in the games.