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And that's a wrap for Art Fight guys! This Yellowjackets attack is by far my favorite this year and I have improved a lot!

Despite team Mystery having lost, I had a great time improving from my last year. Farewell, and until next year!

Rip him to shreds (THG) An original character story following up post-66th Hunger Games shenanigans.

CHARACTER LIST: Silverthorne Everly (tribute) Reeve Moorisle (victor) Other tributes or residents of the Capitol are mentioned. Trigger warning: there is some slight mentioning of the sex trafficking that took canonically place in the book to other victors. It's not a lot, just implied.

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Reeve had never received a prosperous treatment of any kind, at least as unnoticed so that it wouldn't stain her blank, spotless slate. But that was before she won the Hunger Games. But right now, being the center of attention amidst Capitol citizens, in President Snow's mansion, she could not have felt more exposed. A long dress, laced with curled fleece and fabric that represented the waves of the ocean were draped over Reeve's freckled shoulders. It was a matter of covering the mass of muscle she had grown over the years. District piglets are considered powerless, it was a good move of the stylists, Reeve had to admit.

After her games, Reeve's name had spread through the the crowd like a wildfire, most recognized her, jeered a mocking salutation before drunkenly indulging in the oysters that were served. Reeve remembered the hatred for the Districts and wondered what could happen if she lunged at anybody. Would she be killed, shot or executed publicly? Reeve could not fathom the thought of it.

While idling near a table, eyes flitting over the unlimited choices of nutrition, she felt a cold, callous hand grasp her should. It took all of Reeve's willpower not to flinch or strike back. The man behind her was tucking the laced fabric over her shoulder. His hands linger long, too long for comfort. ''I'm sure you've been through worse than this.'' He said, clearly indicating Reeve's jagged scar that was poorly concealed on her neck. Reeve, internally, rolled her eyes. If potentially dying was worse than staying with your family, then sure.

''I'm pretty sure it could've been better.'' Reeve replied. ''But of course, I'm glad I survived.'' She added, a flick of pain crossing her face, but she hid it. ''Surely you did.'' said the man. He had dipped his hand lower, to her waist, lightly trailing his firm hands past it. ''Borea is the name, I invest in the fish industry of your District.'' He shot her a charming smile. ''But I think I can provide more than just regularly investing in that.'' His other hand, inked with permanent tattoos that embedded his skin, slipped into his pocket. Borea pulled his hand out and revealed a pouch with golden coins that even the richest of Districts would envy.

Reeve was in no position to deny, she would need to serve people in a higher position than her. Were young, attractive victors always treated like this? After all the painful visists to the Districts, given a speech that was written off on a card, saying it to the people there without showing a hint of remorse. Reeve killed those tributes, maybe not all of them, but a vast majority was the stone cold reality. And now she was teetering on the brink of being trafficked, during a party. She made up an excuse, hastily. ''It bothers me quite a lot, that I haven't eaten yet. There's plenty of choice I don't have back in my home.'' Reeve meant it as a playful jab, but Borea could see right through her. Still, his fake smile remained plastered on his face. ''Of course, I'll be lingering nearby.'' He withdrew, stuffing the pouch of gold back in his back.

Reeve exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She lifted a piece of cake from a plate, digging in. She wasn't hungry, she was stuffed. Pieces of cake stuck to the corners of her lips, but Reeve wasn't ashamed to wipe them away. Show them the District piglet you are, you are no different. Disgusting, filthy, with no mannerism of such. This snatch of an act would provide her a possible escape from it all. She suppressed a gag at the sickeningly sweet taste of it.

A figure weaved past her, accidentally bumping into her and startling Reeve. ''Watch where you're going.'' She grit out, temper flaring up within the mere second. The figure turned, and Reeve's eyes widened like saucers. A brunette-haired boy, sweet doe brown eyes and a terrified look burried beneath the stoicism he wore. An avox, and not just any avox. This was Silverthorne. Silverthorne Everly who was a tribute in her Hunger Games. Reeve presumed he had died after being drowned by those two alligator mutts. Again, her fault. But seeing him here, altered, but still the humble boy from the Career Pack was a shocking sight. Reeve's mouth opened and closed, but Silverthorne just walked off without glancing back. Had she mistaken him as somebody else? No, this was him. The coward everybody seemed to hate, both distrist and Capitol.

She owed him so much, for everything. Seeing his family, the crippled father's tear-streaked face and his mother absent, on those stands during her speech just days ago, was already hard enough. Reeve took pity on the family, now considering that Silverthorne was alive. Maybe not well, torture could do many things to a person.

Reeve, whose older district partner turns against her the moment they board the train. An unflattering, festering feeling wells up inside her. The momentum is ruined by the broken trust of shared pain and the longing feeling of returning to her district. The realization of having it to do herself shakes Reeve up, but swallows the matter like a bitter pill.

How quickly the glamour fades.

Reeve who gets sick at the greed and interior of the Capitol's structure. The luxury adorning and embodying the people while everyone in the Districts are starving. Nothing about this is luck, or faith. It's the brutality that the Capitol sets forth to make the Districts suffer. It hits her now all too well.

I start spinning and slipping out of time.

Reeve who realizes she has a chance to win once they enter the arena. The delusion of winning without violence melting the moment the clock starts ticking down. Agonizingly slow, she knows her chances and game-play for these Hunger Games and will do anything to get back home.

Was that the wrong pill to take? (Raise it up!)

Reeve who survives the bloodbath because of her skilled maneuvering in the water and her perfectly timed arrival at the Cornucopia. At the hand of that, she gains unexpected allies whom she knows she'll have to kill from time to time, painfully. Would any family even forgive her for that?

You made a deal and now it seems you have to offer up.

Reeve who drowns one of her last allies, the District 7 girl named Alder after unexpected attacks from the fly mutts. With her bare and bloody hands, she holds the girl under water until the body remains still and a canon goes off. Reeve retrieves the body and covers her face with a cloth. A gesture made out of respect and the dignity of Alder.

But will it ever be enough? (Raise it up, raise it up!)

Reeve who seems to figure out she's one of the last contestants participating in the Hunger Games. The guilt hits her like a train and she retreats back into a secluded corner of the swamp. Mayhaps she was hoping to die. That way, she wouldn't have to face devastated families, the ongoing guilt and the Capitol brandishing her as their new plaything.

It's not enough (Raise it up, raise it up!)

Reeve who finally made peace with herself as she lures an alligator towards two suffering kids fighting each other to the death. She would spare them from one another heinous death. A quick, and perhaps painless death would suit them. Within seconds, flayed skin clings to Reeve's face as she is announced to be the victor of the 66th Hunger Games.

Here I am, a rabbit-hearted girl.

Reeve who is a beloved figure in the Capitol, her victory and status used for people in the heart of Panem to prowl around with. Reeve is deeply unhappy and terrified in this scenario and longs for the peace and quietness she originally sought after the Games. The back-to-back winners, Finnick Odair and Reeve Moorisle.

Frozen in the headlights, it seems I've made the final sacrifice.

We raise it up, this offering.

(this is a small story made based on the song rabbit heart raise it up by florence + the machine)

the mortality rate would definitely higher given the conditions...

Seems They've Made The Final Sacrifice

Please note that I mainly wrote this for myself lmao. This is an oc fanfic during the Mockingjay movies. Please don't judge me for my writing skills, I am still reading the Mockingjay books.

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The door creaks open, quietly, steadily. A tiresome Katniss enters the room without much complaint but neither with enthusiasm or pride etched in the curves of her face. The bland room didn't pique her attention, only when she drifts to Beetee. The lightning strike had bound him forever to the wheelchair. Was this the plan they fought so hard for?

''There she is, our girl on fire.'' Katniss's brow crinkled momentarily upon Plutarch and a woman matching his stride entering the room. The praising words didn't reach her ears, only a hand was struck out to Katniss. ''What an honor it is to meet you. You are such a courageous, young woman.'' Katniss's hand was engulfed in a warming gesture, though it did not meet the eyes of the woman with the oddly graying hair. ''Katniss,'' Plutarch intervened, ''President Alma Coin.'' So much for trying to get rid of one President...

Another vague figure, perched in the back of the bleary-lighted room, caught Katniss's stare. She didn't recognize them, but logically speaking, she didn't know any of the District 13 residents. It was just a ghost story back in the District 12 after all. But the stories were true. Katniss, Prim and Gale were here. In 13.

She and Boggs share a look that's just between them, but it's loaded. This means something to Plutarch and Coin, but in the herd of the vast majority that had lived here forever, the figure in the back did not fit in. ''Take a seat,'' Plutarch announces, as he along with Katniss and President Coin ease themselves down on the steel chairs. Not quite the comfort, but there's worse things that can occur.

Somewhere inbetween the explanation of the arrow striking the force field and something, something about unifying the districts, Katniss couldn't help but ask. Plutarch, skimming through an empty notebook without a care for the ongoing conversation answered it before Katniss's words could leave her mouth. ''If you're wondering who else joined the room, that's Reeve from District 4.''

Finnick, Mags, Annie, and who? ''She was a victor, in the 66th Hunger Games, the year following Finnick. Now just a refugee.'' Plutarch went on. Coin, tight-lipped, but ever professional glued her lips shut for this moment. A chair scraped against the linoleum floor, the figure, now known as Reeve stands up and inces closer. One hand staying on the table, she comes in sight. Bright ginger hair, but eyes vacant and empty. Katniss didn't have to ask for a reason, likely because she had the same.

''Seems like we found our Mockingjay.'' Unlike Coin, Reeve's voice wasn't laced with any form of contentness or astonishment to see Katniss alive and well. Reeve eyed her bitterly, slugging down on a chair besides Plutarch. Coin cut in, ''Everyone in 13 is ready for this, the revolution.''

''And what about Peeta? Is he alive?'' Katniss's abrupt change up subject tensed the room up, except for Reeve, lax in that chair, pale arms dangling by the sides of it. ''I barely managed to make it out of 4, but every other victor is...'' Reeve didn't finish her sentence, mouth slightly agape. She recovers, tilts her head and speaks, ''likely to be dead. Peeta, Johanna and Annie might have a different reasoning, but I don't think anyone is gonna like that either way.''

''We don't know where he is, but I wish that I did. There's no way for me to contact the Capitol anymore.'' Plutarch says grimly, Beetee speaking up. ''The Capitol has always suppressed communication between the Districts. But, I know their system very well. I managed to break through. What we need now, is the perfect message.'' Beetee affirmed, pushing his glasses further up his nose bridge. ''I can't tell you much, Katniss.'' Reeve indicated, eyes facing the table. ''But I do know that us victors have the highest prize to pay if we don't start now. You, me, Peeta.'' That struck Katniss, the words of the older victor hitting bullseye, right in the center of her heart. Her vision blurred, swallowing a dry insult lying on her tongue. ''We need every district to stand on our side for this, to riot, uprise like you did.''

The words weren't sugarcoated like Plutarch's words. But the idea ridiculing her with propoganda material, inside an underground bunker, with little to nothing to rebel about (except maybe for Haymitch, sobering up at the moment). It shouldn't have been her, it should've been Peeta. ''You left him there.'' An eerie pause, ''You left Peeta in the arena to die.'' Katniss's fist slams down on the glass table, ''Peeta was supposed to be the one to live.'' Her voice delivered a raspy undertone, filled with rage and regret. So much anger for not having Peeta sit here instead of her. Reeve rose to her feet, hand brushing away Katniss's pitch black hair and resting it on her shoulder. ''She's heard it now, give her some time.'' Reeve claimed, guiding Katniss out of the door. A last spiteful glance was handed to President Coin.

The chatter in this cement block hadn't died down. Reeve didn't utter a word before both victors were standing in the elevator, ascending to higher grounds. ''I'm not gonna rub it in, but the victors truly are dead. Augustus Braun, Palladium Barker. All gone, Snow has planned this from the start.'' It didn't startle Katniss anymore. ''He isn't stripped of his intelligence and cunning, Katniss. Think wise. Your singular arrow hitting the force field is not gonna stop him.''

''Unless we undertake action.'' Katniss mumbled somberly. Reeve nodded slowly, averting her eyes to the ground before the elevator halted on her block. ''If you ever want to ask something, make a request, or have a chat with me. You now know where to find me.'' Reeve said, a genuine and gentle smile playing up her lips before she turned away and sauntered off to her own little place.

Reeve Moorisle, District 4 - Victor of the 66th Hunger Games

Portrayed by Froukje Veenstra Definition first name: ridge or shoal of rock, coral, or similar relatively stable material lying beneath the surface of a natural body of water. Definition surname: an open area of hills covered in rough grass + a smaller island.

Fueled by rage, unadressed trauma and her sheer will to survive, Reeve entered the area. The aftermath of guilt crushed her, pressing down the initial will of standing against the Capitol.

Won her games at the age of barely 15 years old. The arena was a swamp with the Cornucopia in the center. Reeve's weapon was a net and a bow & arrow. The place was crawling with alligator, lizard and fly mutts. Wasn't part of the career pack, favored by the Capitol despite her heavy dislike towards them.

Reeve lived in the more rural sites of District 4, mainly processing caught fish for transportation. Strenuous work it was, but the peacekeepers seem to be slacking their work. This gave Reeve more opportunities to smuggle resources for her dirt-poor family, consisting of her crippled father, mother and older brother.

But when caught stealing fish, that was assessed as perfectly fine, Reeve's brother instead was accused of robbery. He was subjected to a humiliating, public act of execution. Reeve's resentment towards Peacekeepers- the Capitol and everyone complying grew, rage igniting within her. But the hopelessness welling up in her when her name was called out during the reaping was undescribable.

The stability of her mentor Mags Flanagan brought her support during dire times in the Capitol. The career pack looked terrifying in flesh, and upon that, Reeve decided it was unlikely of her to join them. Despite Mags' inability to help with fighting and personal preparation for the Games, her emotional support brought great relief to Reeve. Her fight for survival without murder moral slowly dulls, leaving only an agonizing ache at the loss of a life.

The swamp arena gave Reeve the idea she could actually win. Her desperate fight in the Bloodbath gained her unexpected allies that would soon be killed by the hand of Reeve herself. Only when the last three remained, Reeve realizes she is plunging further into heinous acts. She feels branded with the blood of others that would not wash away. Her moral compass spirals and loses hope. It's when the boy of District 1 and the girl of District 8 are fighting for life and death nearby, that Reeve lures an alligator mutt towards them, shredding the two tributes within mere seconds. Blood-splattered and wide-eyed, the Gamemakers announce her Victor of the 66th games.

Reeve is well-liked by the Capitol, brandished in luxury and touching hands instead of silence Reeve internally pleaded for after the Games. Her previous rage and dwelling sense of revenge was dulled down to a lingering ache that would never leave.

After the Victory Tour, the terror of nightmares didn't stop. Reeve spiraled only further into what she didn't even know what was even a dream or reality. The hidden torment of the Capitol drives her further into madness, but knows she can't break under the pressure. Else her district, and family will be doomed. Reeve hardly showed herself outside of Victors Village, sometimes playing cards with Finnick to district her from the looming threats, but it's no more than that. The times when Reeve was shown in the village to spend bought time by the residents didn't make it better. The numbness took hold after so many times of this and Reeve didn't try to resist it anymore. The pouch of money slipped in her hands couldn't cover the emotional damage.

When the 75th Hunger Games reaping began, relief and despair washed over her. Mags and Finnick, the two people that had been dearest to her after her Games. But under Haymitch's and Plutarch's guidance, Reeve joined the rebellion. Quiet, hidden, but just for now. When the arena broke and the plan had begun, Reeve barely managed to get away from the Victors Purge and was brought to 13. Painstaking flashbacks and episodes occured there for Reeve, her incapability to face violence made her unable to fight for the rebellion. She voted 'yes' for another Hunger Games for the Capitol's kids, mainly because Katniss did so too.

In her later life, Annie and Reeve stayed in District 4 and slowly started building their lives up again despite their shared grief. Reeve died four years after the rebellion from heart failures caused by stress.

I wanted to try something...bear with me, and give suggestions if you'd like to make an addition.

For context, there was never a rebellion with Katniss and Peeta and the Hunger Games continued. These are the 75th anual Hunger Games where one existing victor is reaped as first tribute, and the second tribute is a randomly reaped child where the gender doesn't matter (but let's pretend it was slightly rigged lmao).

DISTRICT 1:

Jackie Taylor, District 1 female tribute, volunteered. Desirable tribute, relies more on physical strength than intellect.

Cashmere [unknown last name, suggestions are welcome], District 1 female previous victor tribute. Won the 64th Hunger Games.

DISTRICT 2:

Taissa Turner, District 2 female tribute, reaped. Never trained at the academy but is very driven to win. Has the potential leadership skills to guide the career pack.

Brutus [unknown last name, suggestions are welcome], District 2 male previous victor. Won the 44th Hunger Games.

DISTRICT 3:

Misty Quigley, District 3 female tribute, reaped. Terrified at the prospect of having to fight, but is a real tech wizz, which gives her some sort of compensation.

Beetee Latier, District 3 male previous victor. Won the 34th Hunger Games.

DISTRICT 4:

Van Palmer, District 4 female tribute, reaped. Strong, bulky frame. Somewhat of a desirable tribute to the Capitol, only her mouthy demeanor is heavily disliked.

Finnick Odair, District 4 male previous victor. Won the 65th Hunger Games. Volunteered for Mags.

DISTRICT 5:

Shauna Shipman, District 5 female tribute, reaped. Quiet and observant, until she shows her true strengths in the arena.

Porter Millicent Tripp, District 5 female previous victor. Won the 38th Hunger Games.

okayy so i know these characters don't belong to me but im very proud with my part of this trade! anyway, this is Melodrama's (toyhou.se) natalie scatorccio and van palmer (+mari doodle) that i drew :3

my art trades are as usual open. you can reach me on toyhou.se and art fight which are all the same user as on here!

in sotr, i figured haymitch fought to win the games to go home and go back to his love, lenore (and his family) only to find out she's dead. this gave him nothing to fight for and emotionally wasn't able to stand as a face of the revolution.

instead in catching fire, when the capitol captured peeta after the arena was destroyed, i think haymitch's first look of lacking initial concern for katniss's anger about peeta's capture is because he knew that she now would have something to fight for. something he didn't have.