Eve, second woman, mother of humanity, prison of Roo.

Roo, The Root of All Evil. The embodiment of all evil, locked away in the forbidden fruit, now a prisoner in Hell inside the soul of Eve

Cain, first natural born human, first murderer, immortal. When he dies he stays in Hell for 24 hours. Goes by many names on Earth.

He was on the roof, smoking, and staring at the gray sky. He hoped another snowfall didn’t come before the games were over. He didn’t mind it, but he preferred to deal with it in the comfort of his own home. As he watched, he saw something strange and bright tear through the sky. He looked around, trying to find someone else. “D-Did you see th-that?”

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Lavender thought she was clever, both as a whole and when it came to the last couple days. She’d dodged Abel as best she could, terrified to come face to face with the victor whose home she’d used as a safe house without permission. She assumed he knew. She assumed he would be mad, that he would want some kind of compensation. You didn’t just get to live somewhere without paying. But her cleverness ran out sooner than expected, and suddenly she was face to face with him over the cafeteria salad bar. “I’m sorry! We had nowhere else to go!” she blurted immediately.

It had become part of her routine, to have some sort of social event scheduled for Friday nights. Weekends could be spontaneous, but Friday was always set. Usually in the Capitol, usually with an afternoon of pampering and styling beforehand. Some weeks it felt like she was going through the motions, and even the social event was a let down. She was usually on the first train back to Eight on Saturday. Today, however, was one of the rare days where she’d felt excited, motivated, and energized enough to have a good time. But the party itself was turning out to be a dud. The sight of Abel Evans also at this boring party (was it someone’s birthday? she couldn’t care to remember) was a welcome relief. “Please tell me this is some weird prank and the real party will start soon,” she said as she approached, feeling too bold to care if even the host overheard her.

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