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appearifier2012-04-02 04:43 pm
gundamkind) wrote in appearifier2012-04-02 04:43 pm
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warning for adult content and possible triggers:
violence, death, nonconsent and all around questionable situations.
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 ever in your favour.
⚔
.Relationship.
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?
.Scenerio.
1. Train ride.
You've just been chosen to participate in the annual Hunger Games. Maybe you knew your number was coming up, maybe you thought that it would never be you. None the less the Reaping is over and your fate is sealed.
2. Interviews.
You've got to earn those sponsors, net that attention, win the crowds over so you've got a better chance of getting out of there alive. Maybe you need to practice, maybe you need to have a word with a fellow tribute over something they've said.
3. Training.
The Games have not yet begun. You're forbidden from fighting, but maybe that won't stop you. Maybe you just want to show off and give them a taste of what they're in for. Maybe you're planning an alliance and you need to know your teammate's strengths... and weaknesses.
4. Banquet.
You've just been lifted up into the arena and the cornucopia is in sight. Do you run for it or away? Better hope your alliance mates get out alright.
5. Hunting.
Friend, foe, stranger? Who cares. You're trying to meet up with them. Maybe to forge an alliance, maybe to kill them yourselves.
6. Dying.
Should have zigged when you zagged. Looks like the odds were never in your favor.
7. Winner.
You've won. Now you're on your way back home. Your friends are waiting, your enemies, and forbidden or not you, might just find you're done done yet.
8. Revolutionary.
No more. You won't allow this to happen again.
Let the Games begin.
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 ever in your favour.
⚔
.Relationship.
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?
.Scenerio.
1. Train ride.
You've just been chosen to participate in the annual Hunger Games. Maybe you knew your number was coming up, maybe you thought that it would never be you. None the less the Reaping is over and your fate is sealed.
2. Interviews.
You've got to earn those sponsors, net that attention, win the crowds over so you've got a better chance of getting out of there alive. Maybe you need to practice, maybe you need to have a word with a fellow tribute over something they've said.
3. Training.
The Games have not yet begun. You're forbidden from fighting, but maybe that won't stop you. Maybe you just want to show off and give them a taste of what they're in for. Maybe you're planning an alliance and you need to know your teammate's strengths... and weaknesses.
4. Banquet.
You've just been lifted up into the arena and the cornucopia is in sight. Do you run for it or away? Better hope your alliance mates get out alright.
5. Hunting.
Friend, foe, stranger? Who cares. You're trying to meet up with them. Maybe to forge an alliance, maybe to kill them yourselves.
6. Dying.
Should have zigged when you zagged. Looks like the odds were never in your favor.
7. Winner.
You've won. Now you're on your way back home. Your friends are waiting, your enemies, and forbidden or not you, might just find you're done done yet.
8. Revolutionary.
No more. You won't allow this to happen again.
Let the Games begin.
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Okay, I have forgotten everything you just said.
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[He rolls his eyes and taps his thumb against her arm, but the tightness in his chest and shoulders melts away a little. He taps his fingers again, considers, and then drops the arm to snake it around her back. His hand ends up on her shoulder, and he pulls her in a little, just briefly, a gentle squeeze.]
Tell me when you're done with your little bout of amnesia, 'kay.
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It might take a while.
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[It's not that he doesn't want to let her, maybe, but he's awkward and bony and his shoulders get everywhere. Still, he takes a moment, and then tries to rest his head on top of hers. But only for a moment before lifting it again.]
I can totally hear your brains in there.
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[The warmth of her body finally feels comfortable in the crook of his arm, and he relaxes just that tiniest bit that brings to light how tense he was.]
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[ Her head ends up on his shoulder. ]
What do pastoral hymns even sound like?
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[She's too thin, is the thing, and when he turns towards her this time he just sort of rests his nose against her hair. This whole world is shit and someone this perfectly good deserves something better. Something actually livable.]
If I go to the meeting next time, can I pass you notes under the desk or do you think they'll put me in time out?