In ADUD:

Random mentor-victor moments because I am ridiculously attached to them. Also this is extremely self-indulgent, just to warn you.

The victory trumpets were loud and sharp. Cutting through the air just like how she cut through tributes 9 years ago.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, Iris thought. Not that she ever doubt about Adessa. However, years and years of loss tends to make you pessimistic.

After the Victory Announcement, Iris went to the aircraft to welcome their-her- newest Victor.

"She is still working on her last tribute ma'am" says the security guard, looking a bit uneasy. This does not make sense. Adessa won, she saw it, everyone saw how the last tribute got stabbed over and over, as if going through a surgery. Kind of.

"And you didn't done anything about it?"

"She refused, said she would call us back for clean towels."

So they waited.

When they got face to face for the first time after weeks, they are in a hospital.

"Well," Adessa starts as she sits up on the patient bed. "This was not how I expected things would turn out."

"What did you expect, then?" Iris asks, curious but not too curious, in a tone does not spread warmth nor coldness. The whole point of mentorship is making sure your victor is safe and sane, no attachment towards them.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.

"I have always wondered how our bodies looked like under our skin. This was my only chance, but I could not see properly. There was too much blood, pretty but unnecessary. It was barely possible to see the innards in detail."

"But you have an idea about what does it look like, right?"

"Yes, I do. And it is not a problem to not see the details, I know the digestive system so I already had some guesses. It is just fascinating to see them in person and not in a textbook."

"I am sure it is." Iris said, she was unsure about how this conversation will end and it's impacts in future. She knew Adessa was smart and afraid that she would not respect her. So far Iris did well. "If you want we have a library and few places where you can explore and learn everything without making people with weak stomach upset."

Adessa grins, and it is bright as well as absolutely terrifying.

Maybe it won't be so bad after all.

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When she imagined her victory, she did not imagine it like this. Her victory was supposed to bring glory to her district. Make Two happy.

However, fate had different intentions for her.

All the things she did, going through Residental and volunteering for a 14-year-old girl, got ripped off from her as she decleared as a Victor.

One who won with default.

She failed.

Except she did not, that's what Brutus says. She is strong, kind and a winner like all of them are.

Emory finds it too hard to believe.

She wanted to watch the next games but her mentor would not let her. Saying that they have different plans.

Brutus packs nothing but knives and camp related things. He broughts them to a wooden house with a lake in front of it.

She turns her head to him and gives him a smile. Because he deserves it, he is a good mentor and deserved a better Victor than her-

No. These bad thoughts are a waste of time and brings nothing but misery.

"We will spend our summer here." says Brutus taking her attention back to him. "You know fresh air, swimmimg and stuff."

"Can you swim?" Emory asks and it's hilarious to imagine Brutus try to swim with all his bulk.

"No. Never tried to. But I remember you saying that you can."

She nods and recalls the days she went to lake near to her parents' house. How water every time managed to make her feel like flying.

She puts her foot in water, testing it's temperature. It's fresh and welcoming. Offering her to dive in and feel free.

First time in months, Emory feels alive.

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𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.

As the blood trickled down from the cut she made, Callista admired it once more.

If her mentor was here, she would scowl at her and take the knife from her hands. Hera cares about her, how cute. She did not missed her Arena, hers was boring. No one was a real challenge. Not even the Pack. Everyone fell apart in Callista's hands, no scream, no movement and not even a spit.

But their bloods painted the floor. From bright red to maroon, dripping down from her machets. And she missed that. Oh, she missed it so much.

She puts the knife back into her sleeve to hide it. Very satisfied with herself.

"So, should I ask or will you answer me, Calli." And oh. Hera stands there tall and with a neutral face.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨?

"Not important." she shruggs, in a manner which people becomes impatient and explodes. She loves that.

"Really?" Hera's voice is measured and she looked intimidating for an outsider. Not to Callista. Never for Callista. " The scars on your wrists makes me thing otherwise."

"Your mind plays with you then, I did not expect you to be delusional."

"I think you are the one being delusional now. Calli," she says softly and well, she does not like that. Visible affection is disgusting. Hera walks towards her and sits down next to her, on the bathroom floor. Hera pulls Callista over her and runs her fingers through her hair, tilting her chin so that they can stare each other's eyes.

Something warm spreads in her body. "If something happens you don't need to hide from me. You're my Victor, and I don't care what everyone else thinks about you, you're precious to me."

"I know that." Callista snorts but still leans on her mentor. "You are precious to me too." When Hera smiles, she realizes something. "Don't tell this to anyone, I don't want anyone to think I'm a puppy."

"You are not. You are more like a cat." she tooks her hand and make her stand up.

"Shut up." Callista says, half-joking. Even though she does not understand Hera, she is one of the few people who can control her.

Make her feel more special than she already is.

Artemisia: Today one of you will betray to me.

Devon: Is it me, Misha?

Artemisia: No, it's not you.

Enobaria: Is it me, Misha?

Artemisia: It's not you either.

Lyme: Is it me, Misha?

Artemisia:

Artemisia, mockingly: Is IT mE MiSha?

Mine and Hallibahar's Callista tribute Hunger games oc's.

Calida- Green eyes, blonde hair. A peaky face and sallow skin. Athletic with decent abs. She's about 6 foot and her hair is curly. Pretty in an unconventional way.

Cyra- Chubby cheeks in a baby fat way. Short curly black hair, about chin length. She has rich, dark skin and is about 5'7.

Klaus- He has dark hair, brown or black? Don't know! Sharp, killer smile. 5'9. Medium brown skin, and hazel eyes with a great bone structure.

Enya- Very curly red hair, freckled, pale skin. 6'1. Very athletic and skinny. Essentially a carbon copy of Petra but taller and a tad bit more skinny.

Ekaterina- Light blue eyes, silvery-blonde hair. A birthmark from her left eyebrow to the left side of her nose. Average height, and not very athletically built.

Lucifer- Very dark skin. Quite muscly. Dark hair and eyes. Angular face, very handsome.

Sulien- Pale skin, green eyes. Light brown hair. Average height and athletic build.

Vulcan- Short red hair, tanned skin, blue eyes. 6'3, 6'2. Muscly and attractive.

Luther- Coal black hair and eyes. Unhealthy pale skin. 5'10. Attractive in a brooding way.

Alinta- Mousy brown hair. Golden-brown eyes. Has biceps but is tiny. Scar on her arm and between her eyebrows due to dumb things done as a toddler.

Year book quotes as Victors pt: 1/2

Callista:

Emory/Devon/Brutus:

Misha/Claudius/Lyme/Petra:

Brutus & Lyme after drinking dozen glasses of beers:

Misha/Enobaria/Victor!Selene:

Victor!Alec:

Lyme: Fuck.

Adessa: Language!

Brutus: Yeah, watch your fucking language.

Luna: Alright, which one of you taught the fuck word to Odin!?

Iris: 'The fuck word', you say.

Emory: Are y'all stupid? Y'all using the f-word all the time.

Enobaria:

Hera:

Nero:

Petra: Oh my Snow she censored it.

Ronan: Please do not-

Misha: Say fuck, Emory.

Callista: Do it, little one. Say fuck.

Devon: What's fuck?

Misha: Oh no, it's contagious.

I bet some Centre kids made fun of him being attached to Adessa, and used it against when they fight. I also can imagine trainers showing them the games and when it came to 29th it was like "oh, she is scary" while Andre is like, "that's my mother!"

Poor Nero he is like; the kid of my mentor also has a crush on the Victor I used to like.

Andre

Born: 23rd April year of 45th

Died: 17th July year of 63th

Games: 63rd

Placement: 3rd

Score: 10

Height: 6'2

Weight: 167 pounds

Mother: Adessa (29th)

Father: Beetee (37th)

Eye colour: Hazel

Hair colour: Black

Skin colour: Medium-darkish black

Age: 18

Personality: Quick to anger. Resourceful. Arrogant at times. Protective.

Additional notes: Complete and utter mama's boy. Was a very fussy, needy baby. Had a slight crush on Callista during his early teens. Did well at the centre, but almost got cut at 16 because he would goof off and not take it seriously. Was took down a few pegs by the male volunteer for the 61st games. Didn't have the best patience and he struggled to lie. Had rage fits.

Summary: After years of training, a games damned Arena, Adessa does not know if she can keep continuing this. Her mentor is there for her.

sometimes it’s handy on stakeouts when your twin brother is much bigger than you

since five and luther are twins in the comics. i present to you:

luther : adorable, sweet, himbo twin

five : the agressive, explosive, sarcastic twin.

aka chaotic good with chaotic evil.