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NOW, HERE IS ONE TO KEEP AN EYE ON: PETER HAYES HAS VOLUNTEERED TO BE DISTRICT 2'S TRIBUTE FOR A SECOND TIME! OUR ONCE CHARMING HERO TURNED CUNNING PREDATOR. DON'T LET THAT FACE FOOL YOU! PETER IS LIVING PROOF THAT EVEN OUR MOST FAVOURED-TO-WIN TRIBUTES HAVE VENOM IN THEIR VEINS. ████ ᴬᴺ ᴵᴺᴰᴱᴾᴱᴺᴰᴱᴺᵀ ᵂᴿᴵᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴮᴸᴼᴳ FOR DIVERGENT'S 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐒 REWRITTEN INTO 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 CANON AS THE 72ND VICTOR. [AS WRITTEN BY JOSEPH, TWENTY-SIX. ANY PRNS.] PLEASE BE 21+ TO INTERACT.
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peter is the absolute epitome of only child syndrome
me and @mercred have the same christmas jumper
@2serpents / from here. >>> can't sleep?
peter leaned against the rotting doorframe, watching the dying embers of a long-left campfire as though summoned to share in her malaise. the final glow of the coals barely touched her in the night, her small frame engulfed by the shadows. invisible. [there was a reason why he hadn't yet taken a spot beside her, one he couldn't quite place.. with her knees pulled to her chest and the accompanying silence of the district's furthest corner, the empty seat beside her was less than inviting.] there was something so discomforting about the fact; quiet resignation settled over her like ash from the burnt-out fire, the seemingly rapid thinning of her limbs and the allowing of decay. it was though she was disappearing before him one inch at a time, and he couldn't stop it. he could barely stomach it. and yet, he only had himself to blame. he had dragged himself through her footprints into this forgotten corner of district 8, thinking he could pull her back out. someone had to. but days turned into weeks of the same bleak routine. wake up, hunt, survive. maybe it wasn't only her he was saving. she looked at him sometimes like she knew. [peter couldn't stay in the capitol, couldn't go home, lest he was looked at, touched. he couldn't stand to see those eyes, feel those hands. what did it say about him that being with octavia was the only place he could stand? the only place he felt safe? they once had each other at their mercy, kneeling to a knife's edge. it was there he was sure she had recognised how that place had hollowed him out and left him raw, like an open wound. how there was no return for someone like him without drowning in the weight of it.] his gaze flickered over the smallness that made her. her quiet reminded him, briefly, of the arena the lull before the storm. how still the world felt before peter stuck a blade into edward's eye, the only competitor that threatened his rank, his popularity. but they weren't in the arena anymore, there was no one left to kill but themselves. piece by agonising piece. he was sure he'd be dead if not for the warmth of her shadow.
peter exhaled sharply, not bothering to mask the frustration in it. “no. i can hear you thinking from in there.” peter remarks abruptly, without sugar-coating. his tone carried that familiar edge, barbed like armour. almost begrudging, as though octavia was the sole reason for his wakefulness. she isn't. the words seem cruel on the surface, but he found out long ago that it was easier to pick at her easier to shift blame onto her shoulders and focus on her pain in order to avoid his own, and peter was nothing within himself if not cowardly. besides, it was the only dose of care he knew how to give. “whatever's rattling around in that head of yours, you might as well spit it out.. that way we can both go back to, y'know pretending we can sleep.”
i need to make a doc with the proper write-up asap but!! the thing with peter is that the capitol made him look like a district 2 hero and he really played into the role super well, he had that charisma and that charm and ultimately, that manipulation. but as would be expected, he played a cruel game. he made allies and then picked them off one by one, blaming other people and getting them to turn on/kill each other. the first being edward, who he stabbed in the eye when he was sleeping (yay divergent crossover!!). he played the blameless victim to other tributes. he became known in the capitol as a snake so when the quarter quell came around they played into that role instead, he wore green scales on his armour and some red beading to symbolise blood. he is Known for being blood-thirsty and cruel and he has to keep up that facade lest it be known he is vulnerable (the crowd gasps)
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we learn 2 things from this passage: peter is very big. peter also can lift up a teenage girl by the throat with one hand.
@2serpents / from here. → go on. i’m dead anyway. i always was, right? i didn’t know that until now.
the jungle presses on peter like a second living thing. it felt as though two thick, oppressive arms had looped around his neck like a hangman's noose except instead of drawing him up, it weighted him towards the ground. the grass was his grave; a soft bed that would indeed fetch no visit, nor raise a stone to mark his falling, only a place to rest his weary head until the cannon boomed, by which time he would've succumbed to some eternal slumber. was dying not to sleep? his body had began to spit out the rot as it detoxed from the capitol's nostrums; pleading for faux sustenance. peter had pinned her beneath him, a knee at either side of her, her hair tossed across the pillow of stalks and leaves. octavia's eyes didn't plead; they challenged. go on. i'm dead anyway. the words resonated deeper than they should have, more than they ever had. the games were as described, a conquest without winners. it didn't matter who he had to cut down to achieve his own means. peter had killed for less provocation sticking a knife in the eye of his first real competitor and twisting until he was no longer a threat to own prowess spotlit by the mere flicker of camp-light and far-off television screens. but in truth, his first victim paled in comparison. he should've relished in the moment. the knife trembled. this was what they wanted, wasn't it? the capitol, the sponsors. their snake in the grass, slithering through the arena and picking off the tributes one by one. the grip on his titular part was waning, fraying like the hem of his blood-soaked shirt. 5-1 odds, practically unheard of. and yet, octavia's stare was pinning him harder than his weight ever could. she bore a face without fear, dead long before his blade kissed her neck. and as peter stared back, the paler her skin appeared. the more hollow. the more resigned.
“i said, shut up.” peter hisses through gritted teeth, ever so serpentine but even to his own ears, seemed to lack it's usual venom. he despised her in that moment, more than he ever had before. despised her for noticing feeling the tremble in his fist. hated himself more for being met with his own failings. the withdrawals were getting worse, his body craving the morphling the capitol had supplied to abate his defiant nature, to make him malleable beneath their ministrations. he'd have done anything to remain relevant in their makeshift society, and they knew so. they merely given him something to ease his mind in the meantime. he wanted to kill her. it was the right move the smart move. he would be one more body closer to being home, to being loved. to being desired. to surviving their next game and returning that larger-than-life character, destined to live out his days in a manner that the capitol demanded, all by proving his worth a second time over. but somehow, here, watching her chest rise and fall beneath him, it was becoming increasingly hard to breathe. he couldn't go back, could he? to all that misery? his mind drifted to the boy peter was before. before every handshake and painted-on smile. before every hollow laugh he had honed like a weapon, his aura suddenly an essential tool. had he ever really been any different? his stomach churned. he couldn't tell who he hated more. peter casts the knife to her left, and it lands on the cold earth with a soft thunk. no words come as he pushes himself off of her with a heavy reluctance, nor as he puts himself at her right side, two hands threading through knotted curls as though peter could tear the weakness out from his skull. he doesn't look at her can't look at her, for fear of the expression on her face, whether it bore shock or confusion. or worse of all, understanding. he's going to die here. he's leaving her the knife.
THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to change pronouns / terms / tense as needed!
❛ It’s okay. You were just dreaming, you were dreaming. ❜
❛ We could do it, you know? Take off. Live in the woods. ❜
❛ They’d catch us. Cut out our tongues or worse. ❜
❛ I’m never having kids. ❜
❛ You need to get out of here. ❜
❛ Shh, I don’t have much time. ❜
❛ No matter what you feel, you will be there for her. Do you understand? ❜
❛ Don’t cry. Don’t. ❜
❛ You’re stronger than they are. You are. ❜
❛ They just want a good show. That’s all they want. ❜
❛ You know if you don’t want to talk, I understand. But I just don’t think there’s anything wrong with getting a little bit of help. ❜
❛ Embrace the probability of your imminent death; and know, in your heart, that there’s nothing I can do to save you. ❜
❛ Now that’s a good way to get killed. ❜
❛ Oh! Joy. Why don’t you join us? I’m just giving some life-saving advice. ❜
❛ Give me a chance to wake up sweetheart. ❜
❛ That is mahogany! ❜
❛ You really wanna know how to stay alive? You get people to like you. Oh! Not what you were expecting. ❜
❛ Some water, a knife or even some matches can mean the difference between life and death. ❜
❛ That was one of the bravest things I’ve ever seen. ❜
❛ I’m sorry that this happened to you. And I’m here to help you in any way I can. ❜
❛ I’m gonna do something that they’re gonna remember. ❜
❛ We are all anybody’s going to be talking about! ❜
❛ Exposure can kill as easily as a knife. ❜
❛ They can be arrogant. And arrogance can be a big problem. ❜
❛ I hear you can shoot. ❜
❛ I have no chance of winning. None! ❜
❛ Those guys are looking at you like you’re a meal. ❜
❛ I think you have a shadow. ❜
❛ Make sure they remember you. ❜
❛ Thank you, for your consideration. ❜
❛ You realize that your actions reflect badly on all of us, not just you. ❜
❛ I hope you noticed, we have a serious situation. ❜
❛ Loosen your corset and have a drink. ❜
❛ I would have given anything to see it. ❜
❛ I thought they hated me. ❜
❛ They must have liked your guts. ❜
❛ Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. ❜
❛ A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. Spark is fine, as long as it’s contained. ❜
❛ Don’t you know how beautiful you look? ❜
❛ I don’t know how to make people like me. How do you make people like you? ❜
❛ Just be yourself. I’ll be there the whole time, and just pretend you’re talking to me. ❜
❛ I think someone here is a little nervous. ❜
❛ So, tell me. Is there a special girl back home? ❜
❛ Well, that’s bad luck. ❜
❛ What the hell was that?! You don’t talk to me and then you say you have a crush on me? ❜
❛ He made me look weak. ❜
❛ He made you look desirable. Which in your case, can’t hurt sweetheart! ❜
❛ We are not star-crossed lovers. ❜
❛ Manners! ❜
❛ Can’t sleep? ❜
❛ I just don’t want them to change me. ❜
❛ I just don’t wanna be another piece in their game, you know? ❜
❛ I just keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don’t own me. ❜
❛ If I’m gonna die, I wanna still be me. ❜
❛ I’m not allowed to bet, but if I could I’d bet on you. ❜
❛ You sure she went this way? ❜
❛ Are you sure we shouldn’t just kill him now? ❜
❛ Let’s just wait her out. ❜
❛ Run! Damn it. Go! ❜
❛ Get out of here! What’re you doing? Go! ❜
❛ Don’t just sit there! Look at me! ❜
❛ It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. ❜
❛ How long was I asleep? ❜
❛ So what happened when I was out? ❜
❛ Is all that true? You and him. ❜
❛ That sounds tempting. ❜
❛ We need a signal, in case one of us gets held up. ❜
❛ We’re gonna be okay. ❜
❛ I wanna see if she’s gonna figure out this booby trap. ❜
❛ It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re alright. ❜
❛ You have to win. ❜
❛ Can you sing? ❜
❛ Don’t kill her. You’d just create a martyr. ❜
❛ I know you know how to handle a mob, you’ve done it before. ❜
❛ If you can’t scare them. Give them something to root for. ❜
❛ Everyone likes an underdog. ❜
❛ There are lots of underdogs. And I think if you could see them, you would root for them either. ❜
❛ I like you, be careful. ❜
❛ It’s bad, huh? ❜
❛ I’m not gonna leave you! I’m not gonna do that. ❜
❛ We’ll figure something out. ❜
❛ You feel hot. ❜
❛ I remember the first time I saw you. ❜
❛ Well, say something. ❜
❛ I’m not good at saying something. ❜
❛ You’re not going alone. ❜
❛ You’re not gonna risk your life for me. I’m not gonna let you. ❜
❛ You would do it for me, wouldn’t you? ❜
❛ Now there’s no way I’m letting you go. ❜
❛ Please. Stay. ❜
❛ It’s too bad that you couldn’t help your little friend. ❜
❛ Well, we killed her. And now, we’re gonna kill you. ❜
❛ You shouldn’t have gone. You said you weren’t gonna go. ❜
❛ We could go home. ❜
❛ We should probably hunt around here. We don’t have any food left. ❜
❛ That’s nightlock! You’d be dead in a minute! ❜
❛ You scared me to death. Damn you. ❜
❛ I never even knew she was following me. ❜
❛ Go on. I’m dead anyway. I always was, right? I didn’t know that until now. ❜
❛ I can still do it. One more kill. It’s the only thing I know how to do. ❜
❛ One of us has to die. They have to have their victor. ❜
❛ Trust me. ❜
❛ They’re not happy with you. ❜
❛ Well, I’m sorry it didn’t go the way they planned. You know I’m not very happy with them either. ❜
❛ This is serious. Not just for you. They don’t take these things lightly. ❜
❛ When they ask, you say you couldn’t help yourself. ❜
❛ So what happens when we get back? ❜
❛ I guess we try to forget. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna forget. ❜
