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Syringe Against The World

I am looking for a Hunger Games roleplay! Please message me if you have the following characters available

Characters:

Katniss Everdeen

District 1,2, or 12 tributes

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Fire burns brighter in the darkness and the darkness is where I am.

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A mocking jay.

Something the capitol never intended to exsist.

Like me.

They didn’t expect a brave determined girl to spawn when the odds were against her.

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These catching fire photos remind me of when lionsgate and entertainment magazine released like 3 pictures for the hunger games and like every edit was made on just those three. Everyone was just so excited for those 3 little pictures. This time around we are priveledge enough to get several. Lol

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Interview Talk (Axelle,Haymitch,Campbell,Luna, and Effy

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What Character Do You Resemble From The Hunger Games, And Why?

Here’s a list of Character to help you out! (You don’t have to pick a character from the list)

1. Katniss

2. Peeta

3. Gale

4. Greasy Sae

5. Rooba

6. Ripper

7. Prim

8. Katniss’ Father

9. Katniss’ mother

10. A member of Gale’s family

11. Bogs

12. Cladius

13. Senecca

14. Pres Snow

15. Pres Coin

16. Cato

17. Clove

18. Glimmer

19. Marvel

20. Rue

21. Thresh

22. Casear

23. Avox

24. District 8 Escapees

25. Finnick or Annie

26. Cashmere

27. Brutus

28. Wiress

29. Gloss

30. Madge

31. Plutarch

32. Effie

33. Haymitch

34. People from the districts (what district you would be from)

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Green Trees And Silly Things: Katniss And Gale In The Hob - Written By Meghan →

greentreesandsillythings:

The seam is a ruthless, and unforgiving place. There is no friendly “hellos” and “helpful return policies”. Because when you go to the hob its because you have to so what you buy you dont need to return because you absoulutly 100 percent need it.

I’ve lost sight of Gale but thats what…

(Source: hellbentdaughter)

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Peeta And Katniss~ “Stay with me…Always…” Scene

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My room is a empty cavern to me. Like in the games…the cave Peeta and I were in for about a week.

Red drapes the color that I can only describe as a blood red. A gold bed spread with little stitchings of plants and vines in a shiny green string. Fluffy pillows fringed on the ends that are filled with a soft bird feather. A large oriental rug on the ground under a large wardrobe, book case, desk, and a bedside table.

A room made for only one person. A victor.

I climb into bed feeling the silky sheets that suck me into warmth but not enough to feel safe. 

Never will I ever feel safe again.

My brown hair slaps my face and I throw it back in disgust of the messy braid that I no longer care about. The makeup on my face from early today is smudged to greatly to even remove. I hate makeup. Its sticky and unneeded. Its real meaning is to let people know you are to insecure with the face you were born with.

Anyone who lives in the Capitol knows that…But despite my requests Haymitch still makes me wear it each day.

“You have a reputation ya know.” He always says. But thats not the issue. The issue is I do know that but my problem is I dont like that reputation all too much.

I shut my eyes thinking the coast is clear for the nightmares tonight since I am just so tired from making food runs in the snow all day. But the minute I shut my eyes a picture of Cato’s bloody face screaming fills my vision and my eyes pop open immidiatly.

I hate this.

But no matter how many times I say that it still dosnt change anything anyways…

I pull myself over the side of the bed to sit and grip the edge. I shut my eyes and painfully force myself to watch the scene.

Cato is running screaming vulgar words at me. Saying I am the reason Clove is dead. And that I should be dead, not her. He is shaking her violently and I think that any chance she might have had at living is gone now that his shaking has splashed blood everywhere. But he must know that it would kill her more. So he must also know that she really is dead but one part of him wont let her go.

Clove is lifeless. A pale white complexion matched with jetblack hair so beautiful I think she would be worthy of winning. But the blood kinda masks that natural beauty. And the knives falling from her jacket do too.

Suddenly a sea of knives is around me and I can almost picture the knives plunging into my stomach, gasping for air, eyes darting, and the blackness of death. 

 

                                              

Almost instantly I am pulled into a large hug and snapped out of my vision. A warm body is comforting me but I know I am struggling wanting to scream and run away. I cant see who it is but I know it must be Cato squeezing me to death now….It can only be him.

The figure pulls away and grabs my hands, to reveal ashy blonde hair and bright sky blue eyes trying to find my lost state of mind.

“No!” I scream and gasp into his shoulder. The horror has stopped for now and I finally breathe but I am still alert as an owl searching for any predator. 

“Katniss…Katniss shh……it’s okay Katniss….shh….shhh…” Peeta repeats those words over and over. 

I think a good half an hour has gone by and I realize I’m in the corner of the room. Huddled in a ball. I must have ran over here when I saw the sea of knives or something….or maybe when Cato was shaking me instead of Clove and then Clove instead of me…

Either one probably could have jarred me enough to run the hell away. Peeta puts a strand of hair behind my ear and sits next to me playing with his fingers while I breathe.

A victor’s room, I am sitting in right now. Yep, It’s all coming back to me now. The games, winning, my new house, etc. 

I sigh and rub my face with my hands. “I’m really sorry….” I whisper looking out the window to reveal yet another snow fall.

“It sucks I know.” Peeta says quietly looking up at the celing.

“It’s raining again?”I say it sounding more like a question instead of fact.

“Yep. Again….” Peeta says turning his head to look out the window.

The snow is a vibrant white against the black sky and I stand to get a closer look. I lean against the desk in front of it and stare out into the light snow fall redoing my braid.

I turn around to see Peeta reading a book on the other side of the bed, undoubtly waiting for me to enter.

“Your not gonna leave till I fall asleep right?…” 

“I never do Katniss. I be right here until I am positive you are asleep.” Peeta says reasuringly.

I nod and cuddle up next to him silently. “Peeta?….” I whisper.

“Yes Katniss?” He whispers back.

“You have nightmares too?” Its a stupid question but I really want to know. I also wonder if the other mentors have nightmares like this. Even the ones that wanted to win so badly….I know Haymitch does…I mean why else would he drink?

“Drink the pain away.” He says. But I never listen. I think he should have taken up another hobby to take the pain away….like fashion designing or painting….

“Every night.” He says matter of factly.

“What are they about?” I probably sound like a little kid right now but I dont care I just am trying to recover from the recent dream. Come to think of it it wasnt really a dream. It was more of a vision that I had to keep watching….

“Well sometimes they are images of tributes. Like the tributes I killed or the Careers finishing off another tribute…” Peeta sighs closing his book and looks down at me.

“What are the other ones about?” I ask looking up to meet his eyes.

“Well….” He removes his gaze and looks at the ceiling. “My nightmares are usually about losing you….Im okay once I realize your here.”

“Oh….” Is all I can say. To be honest Peeta is never in my dreams. Maybe its because I know that he cant be taken away from me now that we have won the games. But I do have dreams about when I was trying to find him the awful feeling I had in the pit of my stomach about what state he could be in. I always have a bad stomachache after those dreams when I wake up….

“What was the one you just had about?” He says putting his arm over my shoulder.

I snuggle into the crevice of his shoulder which is strong and muscular and begin a gory list. “Cato. Clove. He was covered in her blood. And he was shaking her to wake up….And then he shook me. And a sea of knives….” I look into the nothingness of the wall and get quick snap shots of blood and knives in my mind.

“Im sorry….” He says quietly again.

“Not your fault.” I sigh out.

“You know you havent fallen asleep yet…” He grins and I smile too now that the mood is lightend.

“Because I dont want too….” I grin up at him feeling my eyes get heavy from the strain.

“Why not! Your tired!” He laughs and the same look he gives me when you can tell he really does love me returns and I want to look away…Sometimes I wonder if I can ever even return that look…I know it happens…because I really do like Peeta…but apart of me feels like it will never admit that to him and even myself.

“Because then you’ll leave….” I frown and let my eyes close for only a second. I dont want him to leave. He’ll be here till I sleep but then he will leave and for some reason tonight him just being here for the time being isnt good enough for me…

“I told you. I’ll be right here until you fall asleep.” He repeats warmly with a squeeze of my shoulder.

I sigh and look up at him. “But what about after….after I fall asleep….what then?”

He looks away and tilts his head perplexed with the idea I want him here for the whole night. “Then I’ll stay….even after you fall asleep.” He says with a seriousness that can only mean he truly does love me.

And as if it was an impulse I blurt out something ridiculos. “I love you…”

“I love you too.” He says and kisses the top of my head with a small smile playing on his lips.

“I know…” God I just dont have a filter. Even when I try to be careful with my words I sound like an absoulute idiot!

But lucky for me Peeta does love me and he just scoffs and turns out the light. I turn over and rest my head on his chest.

The night is calm and quiet and I can only pray that the nightmares dont disturb that. I fall deeper and deeper into unconsciousness and I can feel myself slipping out of reality peacefully ensuring a peaceful night.

But right as I am about to fall asleep Peeta rouses and moves slightly and I panic.

“…Stay with me!….” I whisper quickly falling in and out of consiciouness.

“Always…” He grabs my hand and repeats again. “Always…”

(Source: hellbentdaughter)

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Syringe Against The World

It's you and a syringe against the capitol?