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VICTOR SEVENTY (W)ON(E). AN INDEPENDENT AND SELECTIVE PORTRAYAL OF JOHANNA MASON FROM SUZANNE COLLIN'S THE HUNGER GAMES FRANCHISE. WRITTEN BY RUBA ( SHE/HER, 29, EST ). THIS ACCOUNT WILL BE VERY LOW ACTIVITY, MINIMAL TO NO FORMATTING AND HIGHLY SELECTIVE. PLEASE SEE RULES BELOW. AFFILIATED WITH @SUNPERSISTS & @0DAIR & @YUSOSHA
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promising nothing but haunting this blog menacingly and bidding my time…..
hear me out….what if I write livia cardew…..First Lady of panem
hear me out……….
hear me out….what if I write livia cardew…..First Lady of panem
a post online made me realize all the victors that were forced into se.x work were first seen and desired when they were younger than 18 and many were still younger than 18 when they were forced into this
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the minute he put her down her palms came in contact with his back and shoved @0dair hard. “ you wanna see my face projected up there too, you jackass ?! ” she wasn’t really mad, she never could be at finnick. but her grief had an ugly way of showing itself and it painted itself across her reddened face and clenched fists. she pushed wet hair out of her eyes and shot him a glare. they were far enough from the other tributes to not be heard over the gentle waves but she dropped her voice to a hiss regardless. part caution and part barely contained frustration. “ i can’t fucking believe that’s the girl they want. she doesn’t even get what a role she’s playing, she probably won’t even be grateful at the end of it all. all this work for what ? ” all the fight, all the risk, all the loss. for a girl who probably didn’t even want any of it. johanna couldn’t blame her but she resented her nonetheless. she needed her to try harder.
in the distance she spotted the pair of lovebirds huddled together and elbowed finnick in the ribs to get his attention. “ you think the whole thing’s real ? i don’t think she has a single ounce of actress in her but golden boy might just have the puppy dog eyes down pat. you really think they’re in love ? ” it was hard to place the tone of her voice, not entirely disgusted at the idea but far from enamoured by it. she shook her head in disbelief and droplets flung off the ends of her hair at him. she paid no attention to it as she trudged through the heavy water towards the shore. johanna wasn’t looking forward to rejoining the district twelve victors but she also had no intention of catching a cold in the chilly water.
RUE BENNETT EUPHORIA | 1.08 “And Salt the Earth Behind You”
johanna “i hate kids” mason meet johanna “is naturally the fun aunt without even trying” mason
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it isn’t until after her victory tour, specifically during the last stop in the capitol that johanna is approached by snow about selling herself to paying capitolites. she immediately declines and to avoid causing a scene snow lets her believe that she’s gotten her way. it’s during her last stop in her own district that at the end of her speech, just before she’s let go to be with her family, her youngest sibling, willow, is dragged away by peacekeepers. johanna never sees her again and this begins her eventual spiral into a consistent state of anger. years of on and off obedience followed by mental breaks that lead to further loss until johanna has lost everyone near and dear to her. johanna never forgives herself for not being able to hold it together.
@70won liked for a hunger games au starter.
❝ i think it's stupid that they make you skip over your home district, don't you ? ❞ paris is referring to the victory tour, of course. johanna mason's has stopped in 10, and they are as eager as ever to get to know the newest member of the winner's circle. they learned very quickly that to surround yourself with those colored by similar suffering is one of the few things that makes this so - called victory bearable.
the few other victors from 10 aren't particularly fond of her, save for their mentor. they see them as . . . boorish. lacking of social graces. they sit off to the side, closest to johanna in the justice building off the end of her speech to the families of the fallen. paris has been in both positions; up on that podium choking back tears after tommy perished in his arena, and up onstage knowing exactly as the families they were speaking to felt. either way, it's miserable if you happen to be from a district that doesn't pop out career tributes year after year. 10 and 7 have that in common . . . middle of the pack, often forgotten, often underestimated.
❝ when i was on tour, i just wanted to stop and sleep in my own bed for a night. even if it wasn't as comfortable as those fancy ones they have on the train. ❞ they can't tell if they're getting through to johanna or not. maybe it's less about that and more about squashing the awkward silences that tend to pop up in moments like this. ❝ this is, uh, the worst spot in 10, though. if you want, i can show you some places that aren't the justice building. ❞
johanna mason wasn’t all there. she hadn’t been for the past six months as the horrors relentlessly swept over her. she clenched and unclenched her fists on her lap as if the motion would get rid of the splotches of dark red she kept seeing between hard blinks. it was easy enough to ignore what had happened when holed away in her grand, new mansion. despite the nightly terrors, she could at least pretend the world around her didn’t exist and let the days tick away in mostly solitude. but on the victory tour she was forced to relive it all. her body ached from the wound up tension in her spine so when paris spoke it was like a balloon in her gut deflated and she slouched back in her chair. misery loved company and although johanna wasn’t necessarily the most hospitable victor, she didn’t entirely mind the silent show of support.
“ yeah, ” she started and immediately bit her tongue. designed fucking torture, is what she wanted to say but the justice building had too many ears and johanna had long since learned the consequences of her words. she was reckless but she wasn’t stupid. she looked over at the district ten victor and couldn’t help the grin that pulled up the corners of her lips. it wasn’t often she’d come across someone so open in their distaste for the capitol and their ways, it was a breathe of fresh air. “ i think a nap on my bed might solve all my problems. ” she looked at them out of the corner of her eyes. “ even more than the bed, it’s the food i miss. my mama makes a mean lemongrass soup. ”
her eyes lit up at the talk of escaping the justice building and johanna shot up in her seat. “ god, please. ” with her previously controlled filter slipping she leaned in and whispered under her breath. “ this place makes me want to blow my fucking brains out. ”
a study of rage and grief and where to hold it
sometimes I think about what a great actress johanna is considering she fooled everyone into thinking she was some weakling tribute when she was actually a killing machine. leading me to think about how she could so easily play the role of perfect victor to avoid any punishments from the capitol but she simply refuses, especially after everyone’s taken from her.
𝑨 𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵. cinna. written by rey.
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do you ever think about the victors that were captured by the capitol and how in the darkest, latest parts of the night johanna says something stupid like “well that was kinda fucked up” and they all break out into delirious, traumatized laughter
laughter spilled out of the open door as johanna stepped out into the hot summer sun. as the wooden front door swung shut behind her she was left only with the sound of her thoughts, the trill of bird song overhead and the hustle and bustle of the ever moving district seven. johanna quickly threw her hair into a ponytail before heading in the direction of her mother’s workshop. as she neared the back entrance a familiar figure slinking out caught her attention and she called out to the girl. “ hey ! hey, hold on ! ” she jogged to catch up to @adamanteine and her eyes fixed on the woman like a hawk. she’d caught glimpses of the stranger but never for long enough and never was johanna able to corner her despite how much she tried. while seven wasn’t a small district by any means, it was easy to spot an outsider. mainly because there weren’t many and this girl reeked of outsider.
johanna looked over her shoulder towards the inside of the furniture store. through the window she spotted her mother hunched over her work desk, chiselling away at the corner of a bed frame. nothing to indicate anything was amiss if not for the foreign woman trapped between johanna and the store. with her hands propped on her hips she jerked her chin at the door. “ mama must like you a whole lot to let you so far into her shop. this place is like her treasure trove. ” a fond grin momentarily graced her features before they melted back into her earlier apprehension. “ she never asked you to come around for dinner ? weird of her not to have you over. ” johanna did little to hide her suspicion and instead took a step closer to the girl like an animal advancing on her prey.
“ maybe we should go on a walk, get acquainted. ” a beat passed before she added under her breath. “ i can give you a tour of seven. ”
