From the pits of hell // Luja's reactions to the 94th
Jun 15, 2023 6:02:44 GMT -5
Post by d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie on Jun 15, 2023 6:02:44 GMT -5
So small OOC note, this will basically be just a collection of Luja's reactions to Xaahira throughout the games starting with the reaping and so on. For context, she went to hell and for some reason down there they have tv reception and watch the games. I guess read if you wish and enjoy!
t h e r e a p i n g
It has been 86 years since my brother, and I were reaped together in the 8th annual hunger games.
It has been 86 years spent in hell, literally.
86 years’ worth of tributes and not one since has carried my last name.
Down in hell, we gather every year to watch the reaping and the games. I must admit the signal is a bit spotty, but we make do with what we have. A giant festival where everyone gathers to watch the new cohort that would soon join us down in our fiery afterlife. We place bets, we taunt and tease. There is a significant number of us all suffering the trauma and pain from our own games but if you do not laugh then you will go insane.
Besides it is not as if I ever took myself seriously.
I enjoyed the bloody spectacle, there was nothing that put a smile on my face like the brutal death of children. If only I could turn back time and finish what I started.
Fuck you Marrow
Stabbing my eye out was not necessary. I must admit, 86 years did not wash away the grudge I held for that stupid bitch. She couldn’t even do the decent thing and win.
I took my seat amongst the past tributes, we had our own little VIP zone, as I roasted my marshmallows over the hellfire. Reaping day smores were truly my favorite part of hell. You could just not get them this crispy while I was on earth. Not that we could really afford to eat them often whilst I was alive.
That is what had surprised me and also made me proud. Over the years, I always managed to spot my descendants. Starting off with my malnourished poverty stricken half siblings until today where they bathed in wealth that I could have never even imagined. We made a name for ourselves, but we never forgot where we came from.
Like every year, I watched my giant pool of descendants assemble in the back of the rows filled with eligible children. District One and District Seven would be the ones I paid most attention to. In an odd way, I longed for someone to come along and finish what I could not. Create their own murder list, play their own games in the arena. One of us to show me the bloodlust and lack of morals I claim was genetic. I despised the games back in my day, but over the years they almost grew on me. There was a part of me that longed to have been a Gamemaker myself. Just imagine, Luja’s arena of childhood games. It could have been glorious and ruin absolutely everyone’s childhood in the process.
Love it.
I bit my lip and sat at the end of my seat with anticipation as the district one escort reached their hand into the bowl and fished out the first tributes name.
”Xaahira Mahdavi”
Oh. Fucking. Shit
I watched a tall brunette girl gasp in shock. She had an uncanny resemblance to me; it looked like she was me but also not me. Similar features yet at the same time, completely different. Now what the actual fuck was she waiting for. Move bitch, don’t just stand there, and let your dropped jaw become a fly trap!
My gosh did she look pissed off; I had a feeling she would not be Mahdavi tribute I had hoped for. Everything about her screamed spoiled brat, like how was this the one that would remind Panem of the madness that our family possessed. She might have been delusional but only in the matter that she thought she was too good for the games.
Grow the fuck up.