cut down the competition . kiah

cut down the competition . kiah Sept 1, 2021 3:31:07 GMT -5

Post by cass on Sept 1, 2021 3:31:07 GMT -5

"Fuck a princess, I'm a king
Bow down and kiss on my ring
Being a bitch is my kink
What the fuck else did you think?"

Octavia Strauss was in a mood. That was nothing new, she was always in a bad mood. She sat down heavily, leaning back into her chair as she flicked through some paper she had been given. Everyone seemed to want to give her paper, they wanted her to read it, sign it, and action it. The problem was: they all wanted something from her. Octavia had never been one to give, she only took.

Ever since Blushing Eggplant had one the games two years ago, she’d been coming up empty. Yeah, his new title had been enough to keep her name in the papers for a year. But once the following comes had come and gone it had turned back into lingering disappointment. Another round of ‘it’s your fault’ or ‘why did some cunt from district six win’. Could they get off her back? Prior to the eggplant winning there had been no new victor in district two for well over a fucking decade. Not to mention the debacle and disgrace of her own fucking daughter dragging the Strauss name through the mud.

Fuck Meredith. Her brothers had done nothing but love the child, teach her how to fight and win and she had taken the tribute status and used it to insult the entire fucking district. Octavia had the last laugh; she’d been the one to knock Meredith’s grave over and bury some other kid in her place. She was sure her corpse was at the bottom of a river and long gone by now.

Octavia threw the paper behind her as Victor knocked on the door to her office. She waved him in before she stood and moved to the drink cart by her desk. To her displeasure most of the bottles were almost empty, she was sure she had had it restocked only a few days ago. She’d fire Jimmy for his blatant lack of work ethic.

”What do you want?” she asked, as she poured her own glass of whiskey.

”Vodka? Scotch? Whiskey?” Victor was a vodka man, he liked it to burn and fuck him fast. He might be strong, but his stamina had decreased with the wrinkles that had crowned his face. She poured him a glass of vodka before he could even respond, sliding it across her table and over to him.

”We have a problem,” fuck she could kill for a cigar right now. She’d had the last one this morning with her breakfast of tequila. Octavia sat back down in her chair, pressing her free hand to her temple, messaging the skin, the beginning of a headache sitting behind her eyes.

“We’ve got about two years before the next election. The drug idea has worked somewhat, but not well enough. Not enough of the shit at the bottom of the barrel has died. Maybe more addicts, but not enough deaths. We’ve had shit tribute after shit tribute. Shy fucking Eggplant is as useless a victor as a sack of potatoes. In fact,” she took a sip of her whiskey, it burned, “a sack of potatoes would be more charming than he is.”

She eyed her brother, knowing that he was all she had left to salvage the scraps of this dying district. “I’ve got plans for the drugs, might try and fuck one of the suppliers over and send him to the DC to get back into the good graces of the people. But, I need you to find out who is gonna be running against me.” Octavia paused, taking another sip, she had been thinking of how best to handle her upcoming rival. Direct was always best, tarnishing their names was too slow, too unpredictable.

“I want to kill them all. Every single motherfucker who is even thinking of competing against me. I want names, start gathering it now and getting rid of them one by one before it gets too close to the election.”

She downed the rest of her glass, “district two is mine.”

elegant

cut down the competition . kiah Oct 21, 2021 9:34:26 GMT -5

Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Oct 21, 2021 9:34:26 GMT -5

v i c t o r .

New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny rumors fly
And I know you heard about me

Victor Strauss was in a contemplative mood as he knocked on his sister's office door. Only just a few days ago he had invited Killian to this very office to discuss the eventual overthrow of their sister, Octavia Strauss. Their sister was losing her edge, and Victor would not have their name sloshed through the mud again, so he had decided that it was his responsibility to fix things, to take her crown for himself.

Though that wasn't entirely the only reason why he wanted to take her job. He hated to admit it, but he was jealous of his sister, she sat on a throne that was bigger than his own, and his burning jealous only grew each time he entered her office, forced to watch her sit behind a desk that should have been his.

After a moment he pushes the door open, giving his sister a wide grin as he moves to take a seat across from her. But she is not seated for long before she makes her way towards the drink cart. Pulling out two glasses she glances over at him, ”what do you want?” she asked, as she puts herself her drink. Whiskey, it was always whiskey for queen Octavia. ”Vodka? Scotch? Whiskey?” She questions further irreverently as she pours me a glass of vodka.

Handing me the glass she moves to take the seat across from me, a sigh escaping her lips as she announces that we had a problem. Yes, indeed we did, he thinks to himself as he takes a sip of his drink, looking over the rim of his glass at his sister. And that problem is you. Swallowing, he rests the glass in his hands on his knee, gesturing Octavia should go on.

She looked tired, the bags under her eyes are darker than he had ever seen them- not that he would ever mention that to her. Fingers rubbed at her temples as though she was fighting off a headache, maybe the weight of the crown was too much for his darling sister. “We’ve got about two years before the next election. The drug idea has worked somewhat, but not well enough. Not enough of the shit at the bottom of the barrel has died. Maybe more addicts, but not enough deaths. We’ve had shit tribute after shit tribute. Shy fucking Eggplant is as useless a victor as a sack of potatoes. In fact, a sack of potatoes would be more charming than he is.”

She's frustrated as she eyes Victor, taking a long generous sip of her drink. “I’ve got plans for the drugs, might try and fuck one of the suppliers over and send him to the DC to get back into the good graces of the people. But, I need you to find out who is gonna be running against me.”

Ah, so here is the real reason why his sister had dragged him into her office. Sitting up straighter he raises his brows at Octavia, the realisation that this might very well help him as well, her competitors were his after all.

“I want to kill them all. Every single motherfucker who is even thinking of competing against me. I want names, start gathering them now and getting rid of them one by one before it gets too close to the election.”

It was a savage, diabolical plan. And Victor loved it, if you wanted to put something down so it never got back up, the best way was to kill it. Dead was dead. And the dead would not steal his crown, take his throne.

He would have to be careful about it though, and he would have to pull Killian in even tighter, his brother had the mind for strategy, where as Victor was the brawn. He looks at his sister thoughtfully, taking another mouthful of his vodka. Where did Octavia fall in taking down the competition? How would he deal with his sister and her outlast when she found out that he, too, was throwing his hat into the ring.

She was a nasty woman, Octavia Strauss, but would she go so far as to harm her brother?

Would he have it in him to harm her?

Throwing back her head, she downs the rest of her drink her eyes meeting with his once again. There was something slightly unhinged about the way she looked at him, the way she spoke, “district two is mine.”

"Of, course it is, my dear sister," he starts, placing his glass onto the desk as he leans forwards, clasping his hands thoughtfully between his knees. "That's one diabolical plan, savage, but defiantly effective." He pauses, tilting his head to the side he observes her once again. "I'll get you a list of names of where to start- and talk to Killian about the best way to approach these, ah, encounters." He pauses again, "have you heard any names in the grapevine?"