From the pits of hell // Luja's reactions to the 94th

From the pits of hell // Luja's reactions to the 94th Jun 15, 2023 6:02:44 GMT -5

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Post by 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.

From the pits of hell // Luja's reactions to the 94th Jun 18, 2023 8:18:05 GMT -5

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Post by minie on Jun 18, 2023 8:18:05 GMT -5

p r i v a t e t r a i n i n g s e s s i o n

Today was truly an exciting day! The personal training session scores were going to be released marking which of the tributes would be considered dangerous and which ones, well which ones would mousey little victims with no backbone.

I just knew my Xaahira was going to bring the heat! I spent all of the past week skipping around hell placing bets that she would come out with the top score. How could she not, she was born and breed criminal. I am just certain she was coming up with a clever way to convey all the kneecaps she would have broken by the time she was my age. I could not wait to rub it into everyone’s faces what a natural talent my descendant must be. Y’know once she gotten over herself at the reaping and all. I had my moment of weakness at mine, she shall be forgiven.

For the occasion, I invited a few of my friends for all eternity over to enjoy the occasion and have their hand at our first chance to cash in on the bets we placed. Oh, I just love a good game!

We delved into the world of marbles, tic tac toe, jacks and connect four. All innocent games from our childhood with a new and improved hellish twist. We were here for all eternity, there was not much left to lose so who cared for a few severed limbs? They would grow back anyway. Poor Future, a tribute from the 67th games, it really was not that clever of her to bet her head on a game against yours truly.

Caeser Flickerman’s intro rang through the living room of my cave. It took me a few years to climb the ranks and get a home of my own, but my absolute adoration for violence definitely had me stand out. I even got to add more names to my list that all started with very one of my brother.

Thank you Kaiden for giving me opportunity to grow to my fullest potential! Love you brother dearest, even if you choose not to attend my parties. Lame ass.

Xaahira’s face was the first to grace my screen. A deadly glare as always, even when she smiled she seemed nothing less than scary. She even sent chills down my spine. Something about her half smile almost equated to my constant schoolgirl giggling. Two very different sides of the coin though.

My eyes already gleamed with pride during the moments before her score was announces. I really believed I had it in the bag. I leaned forward as I drank straight from a bottle of wine. I might have gained a nasty habit since my first encounter with the beverage in the train.

A four appears over her head.

” A fucking four!” I screeched as I threw the half full bottle of wine against the television. ” How the fuck did she get a pathetic score like a four” All my guests heads were turned on me now. A few laughing at my little outburst other rolling their eyes. The sudden attention never stopped me once I was on a roll. I kicked over a chair and rammed a butter knife into the guest next to me. Oops that was a demon, whatever consequences were a future me’s problem.

I was starting to believe that I should not forgive nepo baby Xaahira for her more than embarrassing performance at the reaping. My god she might just be more insufferable than Kaiden. Like hello, you literally had everything handed to you and still the best you could do was a lousy little four. Ungrateful bitch, you better step up your game otherwise you are going to be dead and gone quicker than daddy and Kaiden dearest.

I am just begging at this point that she will surprise me. Begging that the insufferable waste of my last name did not prove to be as useless as her great uncle.