there goes the neighborhood | {robichaux house} open

What do you think of when you think about District One? Do you think of luxury and excess? Fur boas and diamond necklaces and mink fur lashes? Do you think of the big names who've come and gone, the ever-rolling wheel of Lightwoods and Morenos and Frays and Shores and Lumieres and Le Rouxs and Vanburens? Do you think of the legacy, the pride, the first of the districts?

Do you think about the Hunger Games?

Ah, they're marvels to look at, the tributes from District One. Career killers, trained for this. Taught from infancy how to wield a knife and, unlike its more brutish cousin districts, how to do so with elegance and poise and, above all else, precision. What if I told you that the father of this, that the first tribute to ever think of the Hunger Games as a sport was from District One? You're right, that wouldn't be all so surprising. You suppose, in fact, that it had to come from someone. Though it is a bit strange, you'll admit... You've never really given it much thought until now.

And, unless your from the luxury district yourself, you likely don't even know who it is. There's a reason for this, you see: a secret. The district of beauty was not always as it is now, and the upper heirs would do anything to keep their origins a secret, to purge it from sight, to snuff it out like the last embers of a fire. The boy had a name, and it is a name that haunts the halls of every career tournament, every competition, and every reaping pool:

Robichaux.

Ramsey was a character, to say the least. He wasn't the only child of the now-executed serial killer Wayne Robichaux, but he was his biggest pride. Even when Ramsey was still in diapers, Wayne would sit at the kitchen table cleaning his gun and smoking a cigarette and he'd look at his son and know just by the way Ramsey acted that he'd grow up to be just like him some day. Little did he know, he was right. And even more, Ramsey was thought of as a god for it. Figures. Once Wayne's actions had caught up with him, he'd been executed within the week, long before his son would ascend the throne. They got him, then they went back for his pride when Ramsey died.

To be fair, little Ronny was only four when Wayne died. And oh, if everyone had thought Ramsey was his daddy made over, Ronny put them to shame. She was every bit as unhinged as the rest of 'em, learned how to stitch the cuts on her knuckles before she knew how to read in complete sentences, but she had the added bonus of barely being five feet tall and having the most beautiful pair of big blue eyes a person ever did see. She got everything she wanted. She did everything she wanted. And though often suspected, there was never any proof.

She wasn't much the marrying type, but she did have three kids, all of them bastards- by her choice. And those three kids, somehow, grew up and had kids of their own.

Nowadays, it works like this: There's the side of One that you hear about, with the pretty green yards and the balconies and the brunches and the heirloom pearls and the white-collar crime that goes unpunished, and then there's the other side. The Robichaux side. The lawless side. The dusty outskirts, the Bobby Hixon trailer park, the Scrapyard Ronny's oldest son bought. Outsiders don't enter. Outsiders don't speak. They have their own training center, but only because they kept scaring off other interested students, and their methods are more brutal and more honest and more cruel. Because that's life, baby. There's no congeniality award in an arena. People seem to have forgotten that.

Just you wait, though. The newest generation of them are of age now. And it's only a matter of time before they step back inside and finish what their ancestors started.

C H A R A C T E R S

CHILDREN OF ROCKY ROBICHAUX

ROOSTER ROBICHAUX, 18 [DARS]
junkrat basically. bear traps, bombs, shiny things. steals luxury items and wears them instead of selling them.

RUSTY ROBICHAUX, 17 [OPEN]
When they told you the stories growing up, you always liked hearing about Grammy more than Uncle Ramsey, or your great grand dad, or any of them. She was the smart one. She was the one who got away with it. That's how you are too, you figure. Not with the murderous intent, but with the ability to get away with it should the need ever arise. You're proof that you don't need to succeed in school to be bright and, Rusty, you're probably the brightest light in Hixon Loop.

RENO ROBICHAUX, 16 [OPEN]
Reno and Riana- now that's two halves of a whole. You and your sister are wired different, you see. When you were born you were, well, weak. They say one twin almost always is. But the weak don't survive where you're from. You either die or you let 'em beat it out of you, and you're still here so you must've done something right! But that's just it, people were your strength from the get-go. They had to be. You had to figure out how to talk around them just long enough that they let their guard down and you could get a good throat chop in. No one comes back from a throat chop.

RIANA ROBICHAUX, 16 [OPEN]
You were always the strong one of the two, the fighter. You did the walking and Reno did the talking and between the two of you, there wasn't anything you couldn't accomplish. People wonder, though, why you don't speak. No one seems to catch on to the fact that you literally never had the ability to, because you do a good enough job of making them feel like you don't give enough of a shit to talk with them even if you could when Reno isn't around to tell them to fuck off.

RADCLIFF ROBICHAUX, 15 [RAVE]
You learned how to profit from the fearful a long, long time ago. Beating up some hissy-fittin' rich kid and taking his lunch money, and his allowance, and, if we're being honest, his shoes and his hat. You're a bully. You derive pleasure from causing others pain, but you go too far. So far that some say you act too much like Ramsey. Of course, in your twisted little head, that's exactly what you want to hear.

RYLAND ROBICHAUX, 14 [OPEN]
Kid vicious, they call you. Already about to start your year-five training, two years ahead of schedule. You never met a knife you couldn't kill with, and you wouldn't be caught dead without one in arm's reach. Boy, you give them hell at school. Some shit about weapons not being allowed, but that's just too damn bad for them. You grew up in a den of wolves and you were the youngest, fighting for scraps and being thankful for every little piece of meat you managed to get ahold of. You know what survival feels like. And when you win the games some day, you're gonna know what living feels like too, your little feral ass is sure of it.

CHILDREN OF RAMONA ROBICHAUX-ARNAUD

GIRL, 17 [OPEN]
TWIN BOY, 15 [OPEN]
TWIN BOY, 15 [OPEN]

CHILDREN OF RUDY ROBICHAUX

BOY, 17 [OPEN]
BOY, 16 [OPEN]
BOY, 15 [OPEN]
GIRL, 14 [OPEN]

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THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND:
(please read)

- This plot is not first come, first serve
- These characters would all be the great grand nieces/nephews of Ramsey
- The character's name must start with an R
- They all live in Hixon Loop, a trailer park on the outskirts of the district which is skirted on one side by a huge scrapyard and on another side by the Ramsey Robichaux Memorial Training Center
- Lots of other families live there
- Please tell me what your favorite arena on the site has been in the "other" part of the application, so that I know you read this
- They are all poor and mostly self-reliant for things like food, their relationships with their parents are definitely not good and there is a strong chance their parents are criminals and/or drug addicts. Ya know.