Plot Like A Boss | D3, D6, D7, D8

I AM PRO EVERYTHING. Family, friends, enemies, frienemies, romance, bromance — whatever it is, I'm in favor of it. I'd prefer to thread with average or advanced RPers, but I'm super flexible, so it's pretty much all good.

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District Three. Female. Seventeen. Mechanical savant. Junkyard rat extraordinaire. Valencia. Insufferably over-confident. Cruelty streak. Connoisseur of homemade explosives. Delights in violence against inanimate objects. Sweet tooth — will barter her services as a mechanic for lollipops and bubblegum. Out to prove she's dangerous. Hostile. Patronizing. Grins like a Cheshire cat... with rabies. Master of mischief and mayhem. Street smart, but almost completely illiterate. Lying liar who lies. Flair for the dramatic. Vindictive. Judgmental. Abandonment issues. Determined to make sure no one ever forgets her... again.

( F A M I L Y ) Guardian, Igby Plaith (Deceased); Mother, Unknown; Father, Unknown.
( F R I E N D S ) None.
( R E L A T I O N S H I P S ) None.

( P L O T I D E A S ) Bang Bang is always up for harassing people — customers, innocent pedestrians, anyone and everyone. It could be really fun if someone with a Peacekeeper wanted to be frienemies with her and would stop by the junkyard to lecture her on public etiquette and such. She's enough of a miscreant that this relationship would definitely be the pre-established, first name basis type. Bonus points if they let her get away with waving one of her toy guns around as they scold her.

I've realized Bang Bang might be in need of a verbal punching bag an employee. The junkyard has three main areas of work: 1) mechanical repairs (she specializes in steam-powered bikes), 2) buying/selling/salvaging parts, and 3) recycling metals. Bang Bang would handle the first two (maybe some help on #2), but would probably have someone else in charge of #3 (would have been Igby, until he died). Basically, they would crush old vehicles and whatnot after all usable parts had been salvaged, then that metal is broken into pieces so they can pass it along to refineries. Crush, break, sort. Since it's not really mechanical labor, Bang Bang would want someone else to do it. So if someone's interested, it could be pre-established or a new hire (ha, Bang Bang doing interviews would be ridiculously fun).

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District Six. Male. Seventeen. Conman. Morphling junkie. Factory worker. Can juggle anything. Martyr complex. LOVES MAGIC LIKE WOAH. Not quite sure if he has an albatross around his neck or if he is the albatross. Starving. Hopeless optimist. Bitter. Self-destructive. Fatalist. Nothing destroys him like disappointment. Immature. Doofy. Reckless. Lucid dreamer. Increasingly unable to differentiate between reality, hallucinations, and sleep. Sarcastic. Self-righteous. Professional pickpocket — your wallet belongs to him now. Denial could be his religion, but he is the god of self-pity.

( F A M I L Y ) Mother, Eleanor (Deceased); Father, Parker; Brother, Napoleon (AKA: Poe, 18); Sister, Calliope (15).
( F R I E N D S ) None.
( R E L A T I O N S H I P S ) None.

( P L O T I D E A S ) Perhaps a coworker at the medical factory or a fellow junkie customer for his morphing dealings? Otherwise his drug trips can make random run-ins fairly easy.

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District Seven. Male. Seventeen. Bookman. Geektastic. Bumbling. Awkward. Polite. Awesomely bad haircuts. Mostly harmless. Calligrapher. Bibliophile. Nervous stutter. Lacking in self-confidence. Kind. Methodical. Intimidated by intelligence. Science = shamefailsadface. Dogged determination. Jack of all trades, master of none. Banned books > pornography. History enthusiast. Homeschooled. Social skills are the opposite of phenomenal. Earnest. Wanderlust. Daydream believer, but not a homecoming queen.

( F A M I L Y ) Mother, Olivia; Father, Dimitri; Brother, Jasper (14); Grandfather, Anselm.
( F R I E N D S ) None.
( R E L A T I O N S H I P S ) None.

( P L O T I D E A S ) He collects pre-Panem book stuff, so I would really like to find a wanderer or someone to trade/sell him some salvaged book pages or something of the sort (in secret, natch). Otherwise, he runs the book bindery, so someone could come into the shop as a customer (or even just a curious window shopper). Since his hobbies include everything it would be easy for him to show up anywhere in the district for just about any random reason. Lonely boy needs to make some friends or at least try...

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District Eight. Female. Sixteen. Lacemaker. Autistic. Weaves like it's her superpower. Obsessive. Hardcore rambling machine. Crop circle creationist. Not small enough to fit in your pocket, but almost. Fragile. Sentimental. Easily distracted. Social butterfly. Loves everyone, even the people she hates. Naive. Loyal. Impulsive. Good intentions. Prone to panic attacks. Curious. Crafty. Stubborn. Desperate to prove herself. Flesh wounds are an opportunity for applying sutures as an art form. Enthusiastic.

( F A M I L Y ) Mother, Imogen; Father, Desmond.
( F R I E N D S ) None.
( R E L A T I O N S H I P S ) None.

( P L O T I D E A S ) She'll randomly talk to anyone, although her end of the conversation will likely be half-nonsense, and probably wants to braid their hair and/or mend their clothing. Other than that, I don't have any specific ideas in mind.

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Also: If you're interested in making a family member for any of my little darlings here, that could be rad too.