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Scout Daniels, 24 years old, with panem HQ rpg, penned by Rainy
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hi fam, i think this is dead.
therefore, if you still want to rp with me, i can be found at thebloodypageant rp group here on tumblr. link HERE. I would love to see you there, and if you would like to keep hunger games rping that might be the way to go. i love you all, and wish this could come back to life. but the main doesn’t seem active and the discord is gone.
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Scout could hear the girl gesturing as she spoke. She’d been just a bit busy pulling jouney away from a few capitolites who were offering her some hotdogs. “No, no... stop! She’s on duty. Don’t mess with my service dog!”
when the tribute walked up, scout bit at the opportunity. “Oh thank goodness.” She muttered, and with one last tug on jouney’s leash she put an arm around the tribute and walked away from her capitolite troubles. “They’re a real handful, huh? Not my biggest fans.”
Elegant dresses, high heels, fancy jewelry and hairstyles out of this world. In a few words, this is how Rita would describe her first time in Capitol. As she walked down the streets of Capitol she couldn’t quite figure out if she was the only one here with or without a sense of style.
As she walked further down she noticed someone standing nearby. The reason why this person caught her eye was because they looked.. normal. No fancy hair, no ridiculous makeup. If someone looked like this they surely must not be from the Capitol. Right? Rita chuckled as she stopped next to the person. “Hey, don’t mean to bother you, but you gotta tell me. All this..” she mentioned to locals that were passing by, “isn’t right..right?” she laughed, “I think I’m going crazy just by looking at them.” she smiled as she looked at the person in front of her, wondering if they will engage in her conversation.
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Scout was helpless against the man chewing out the avox nearby. She couldn’t get into any more trouble with the Capitol. Not after her already towing the line charity.
still. When a stern voice ended it, she heaved a sigh of relief and went to thank the woman. “You know, he’d thank you if he could.”ainslyn was the reason she could sign, but her first avox, blue, was the reason she made a habit of signing to her avoxes.
“I don’t need anything. Just wanted to make sure you knew you’re doing good. Who... who are you?” Not recognizing the voice hindered her recognition quite a bit.
“Leave him alone.” Her tone was clipped, devoid of her usual sickly sweet tone. The person in question was pushing around an Avox, finding amusement in keeping him from his task at hand, knowing that even if the Avox was allowed to protest, he couldn’t. “You’re just inconveniencing everyone else. He has his work, and he should be left to it.”
A stern glare from the usually bright escort had the other scampering away. She sighed, taking notice of someone else. “Children, the whole lot of them.” Lilt back in place, code switching came easily these days. “Honestly, why bother the help? It’s not like we want those jobs. That’s the point, y’know? Anyhow. What’s up, buttercup? Anything you need from me?”
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it was wrong not to smile when a dog chose you to give it pats, but she didn’t wish to over stay her boundaries with the animal. they filled her heart with joy but it was the single touch from a stranger’s hand that grounded her in the reality of where she was. anxiety shot through her in thick, electric currents. each pulse struck harder when she realized, finally, whom she was speaking to.
this girl wasn’t a tribute.. she’d already lived and survived through the games. embarrassment rose up on brightyn’s cheeks and her brain began to stutter over itself. it was scout, the blind winner from district six.
“ uh... “ brightyn started, catching her breath, “ yeah, “ she started, nodding even though she knew scout couldn’t see her. “ i -- ... “ she started, “ i’m sorry, i didn’t realize... “
And here it was. Awkward, unavoidable realization. “It’s alright. You can pet her, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.” It was easiest to just gloss over it, but if the girl had questions they would come bursting out no matter what. “She’s not working right now. I’m sitting. And she likes pats.”
“apologies get you nothing but disregarded.” That was said with a wink. On her own games, Scout had been pushed aside no matter what she’d done. Unless that was this girl’s intention, there was no reason to behave that way.
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“yes.” scout responded, smiling a little. she heard the long pauses the girl was taking. scout heard the silence, the way journey’s breath quickened and her tounge lolled out with the pets.
so... the girl liked dogs.
“they;re not common in six. but i love her. she’s a real sweetheart, isn’t she?” when Journey stilled, Scout could guess the petting had ended. accompany that with the sound on the table, and Scout knew that the girl had moved her hands away. so she reached out, carefully, and after a second of feeling the table with her fingertips she held her hands. “are you okay, dear?”
𝖘 𝖈 𝖔 𝖚 𝖙 .
“i’m from six.” She said, as journey began sniffing at the new person’s feet. “that’s journey down there. She’s a sweetie, don’t give her food.” She had a sixth sense for when Journey got food. That sixth sense being that her tail went crazy and scout could feel that against her leg.
Journey put her face on brightyn’s lap, sensing her discomfort in being here. The dog always cared about emotional support, even when she was off duty. And when scout was fine, she tried to help others too.
“you can pet her, she’s not working right now.” Scout briefly forgot that this girl didn’t know about scout’s job, and she fought to keep the realization and regret from her face. She tried to cover it with something else. “I mean, she loves pets.”
at first, sniffing at her feet went unnoticed while her own thoughts wrecked her brain. district six, transportation. Brghtyn wondered if this girl’s family built the very train that brought her here. the thoughts were halted when she’d nearly jumped from her seat, but as if she’d known exactly what was happening, scout spoke up, introducing the furry critter as Journey.
at the abrupt plop of a head in her lap, Brightyn allowed her hand to slip around the dog to scratch behind her ears. her eyes fell down to be greeted by her face and her eyes filled with concern. she only half hearted listened to what the girl across the table from her was saying.
dogs were common back home, especially out on the farms. they kept away the wild animals and guarded the home from any troublemakers, and the blue in Journey’s eyes brought her back home for a moment. the moment wrapped her up and whisked her back to better times – but it was short lived – and her hands found the table again in a lame attempt to fight back the sweeping emotions. “did she come with you from home?”
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brightyn could count on one hand the amount of people that she’d actually spoken to in her time in the capitol. she was here for an entire year and her soul was already screaming for release. after all the years of complaining about being stuck on a farm, she sure was missing the clear skies.
another huff halted her racing rage thoughts as she popped a sliver of fruit into her mouth. it was far from bad, and a burst of flavor that she’d never experienced before had taken her off guard. a second piece quickly followed before she sat back in her seat, finally really laying eyes on the person she’d decided to camouflage in with. once she’d realized something wasn’t quite right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. finally, she spoke again, “ where are you from? “
“i’m from six.” She said, as journey began sniffing at the new person’s feet. “that’s journey down there. She’s a sweetie, don’t give her food.” She had a sixth sense for when Journey got food. That sixth sense being that her tail went crazy and scout could feel that against her leg.
Journey put her face on brightyn’s lap, sensing her discomfort in being here. The dog always cared about emotional support, even when she was off duty. And when scout was fine, she tried to help others too.
“you can pet her, she’s not working right now.” Scout briefly forgot that this girl didn’t know about scout’s job, and she fought to keep the realization and regret from her face. She tried to cover it with something else. “I mean, she loves pets.”
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brightyn huffed, her arms itching to cross over her chest in order to complete her sour disposition. no matter how many times she was told that every single move she made was being watched by the gamemakers it wasn’t enough to change her outlook. the entire purpose of her being here was nothing but a scheme plotted by the rich to die for the sake of obedience. she knew that. there was no hiding it.. not anymore, and it burned her up inside.
“ we’re all here for the same reason, “ she murmured, anger scratched at the fruit she’d plucked off her plate. her gaze locked no where in particular, but instead, counting down the moments until she could lock herself away to enjoy her final days in solitude.
scout had no problem sitting back and crossing her arms. there were two possibilities here. the girl hadn’t noticed that she could not, in fact, see, or she didn’t care. it was far more likely the former.
she would keep it that way as long as possible.
scout focused on keeping her eyeline straight as brightyn spoke. she was all doom and gloom, so that could only mean one thing. tribute. which automatically put her within 6 years of her age. “are we?” scout asked. because scout wasn’t going into that arena to die. no, scout was stuck with the ravenous sponsors who tried to pet journey and always wanted to talk to her. she didn’t like it.
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Scout was sitting down, eating a wrap she’d gotten from some buffet or another in the corner of the room. She’d got a bowl of water for Journey and let the girl off duty. She was sitting down, she didn’t need guidance. Journey was just chilling, drinking water under the table.
and then a voice scout didn’t recognize sat down at the other seat. “My... deal?” She said, looking up. Was this girl about to make some blind joke or another? Scout had heard them all. “I’m eating a wrap.” Her sight line looked just to the left of Brightyn’s Head, but Scout had no way of knowing that. She just stared, pretending to look AT something she couldn’t see.
“ i was ordered to come out and be social … “ she nearly snapped. Brightyn wore no qualms about her distaste with being in the capitol. she’d barely eaten, she’d barely slept and the adjustment was already difficult, now she was having to make appearances. nobody back at home expected her to return home, so any effort i preserving her life was already exhausting.
“ whats your deal? “
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One of her tribute’s baby brother’s was missing. His big sister was freaking out, practically shouting for him at the top of her lungs. Scout didn’t blame the poor girl one bit eighter. She couldn’t imagine losing Linny in the capitol. So she’d set out to look for him.
She’d ended up in a crowded place, losing all sense of direction in her rush to find him. “BOLTS! BOLTS! BOLTS WHERE ARE YOU!!!” and then a hand gripped her left one and she let go of journey’s collar to hug the sweet boy. He was, after all, only nine. And then the woman’s voice hit her. Scout had to chuckle into his hair. “bolts, the sweet shop? I could’ve taken you, huh? Or your sister? She’s practically sick of fright… you need to tell us, sweetie.”
“yes miss scout…” he said it dutifully, and she picked up journey’s collar. It was clearly already forgiven by the ruffle she gave his hair. Scout was always forgiving with children. She turned to his rescuer.
“thank you. So much. I don’t know what I’d do if…. Anything happened.”
// * serafina & scout. @scoutdanielsd6
‘ i believe that this one is one of yours. ’ as soon as the district 6 child saw scout, he let go of serafina’s hand hurried to the mentor’s side. he was the younger brother of a tribute from the district, and didn’t seem to have realized who it was that was helping him find a familiar face in an unfamiliar city. ‘ i found him in a sweets shop. ’
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“to be quite honest, i don’t know what she might need, or even want. i haven’t spoken to her in about a year. she’d be fourteen or fifteen now if i remember correctly. it would be beneficial for her to have the right tools, in case she’s reaped when she reaches that age.” asterid cared about helping but she didn’t have a lot of experience with disability and wasn’t sure how or if she could help.
“fourteen or fifteen. good.” she sighed. that was an age she could help. her heart ached for this poor girl from twelve. “i can help with this. i just... has she seen a doctor? when you get home, take her to a local doctor to see what she needs. I can send you the money next time we see each other, and you take it to her.” that was how scout did her work. under the radar.
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“oh my gosh...” she couldn’t imagine losing function of her legs. “I’d love to help her.” her whole opperation had been alright the first year, but after that she’d been forced to fly under the radar with it. she knew it was borderline rebellious to help out people who weren’t in her district, but were in her demographic. but it was her victory project, and she was okay with that. “what does she need? or do you not know? would i need to get a doctor in there?” Scout’s mind was racing, and she began to fidget slightly in her seat.
she was running numbers in her head, trying to form an internal plan. “my charity extends from all districts six through twelve. i have to admit, though, that it is much easier to get aid to six and seven... wait. you said when she was a kid? how old is she now?” there were strict perameters laid out for what her charity was allowed to help. only kids and teens. the idea was also that the kids would be inspired to voulenteer so they could win the games like their savior, Scout, Had. it was sick, but it was the only way to get her way.
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Scout began to fiddle with her hands on the couch. not out of nervousness, she just liked grounding herself in textures. and the couch was so soft, as was journey’s fur. but it was different types of soft. “i’m glad you do. honestly.” someone had to.
she couldn’t even imagine people being fine with that. with the president being fine with that. it seemed a little insane. she knew she’d probably get in trouble for doing such a thing, what with her nature already seeming rebellious at baseline. seemingly being the key word. that was just her personality. she would never do anything like that for fear of endangering her sister.
“the money? i run a charity on the side. you know how much panem loves their newest victor. in my first year i asked every person over 18 in the capitol to donate two dollars. it wasn’t a requirement, or anything, but everyone loved to brag about how much they sent and stuff so i got a lot more than that.” she;d been banking on that, honestly. “so… I use that money and a quarter of my yearly victory earnings to work on helping disabled youth in outer districts. i grew up with no cane, no dog. My sister grew up without hearing aids. I don’t want anybody else to go through the same thing.”
she zoned out a little but scout’s voice was grounding and she listened and sewed, listened and sewed. the donation was risky but she was glad it had worked out for the victor. “there are a few people in twelve who get sick, from the mines, one girl who fell from her roof when we were kids and needs some help. i mean, if your charity is interested in twelve that is. she’s been adapting of course but her legs don’t work well and her dad fashioned her this sort of walker thing but it doesn’t move well in the dirt.”
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“yes, just like that. could be worse i suppose.” she shrugged and continued working on the outfit, which was more like a costume. “i’d think so, coming from six. but we all love our district — no matter how poor or pathetic it might seem from an outsider’s perspective. no one cares about twelve but i do and for me that’s enough.” she pinned some silver infused lace in place.
“right, well about that. i made it clear it was just fashion and the capitol ate it up to be honest. the citizens loved sporting the rebel symbols without caring or subscribing to the cause. i think we all benefited and it put me on the map, and under the eye of the president too.” that couldn’t be helped. “and you can curse, it’s fine. i usually don’t but more out of habit than aversion.” she spoke freely while she worked, perhaps that was a weakness. “yeah, what did you do with it?”
Scout began to fiddle with her hands on the couch. not out of nervousness, she just liked grounding herself in textures. and the couch was so soft, as was journey’s fur. but it was different types of soft. “i’m glad you do. honestly.” someone had to.
she couldn’t even imagine people being fine with that. with the president being fine with that. it seemed a little insane. she knew she’d probably get in trouble for doing such a thing, what with her nature already seeming rebellious at baseline. seemingly being the key word. that was just her personality. she would never do anything like that for fear of endangering her sister.
“the money? i run a charity on the side. you know how much panem loves their newest victor. in my first year i asked every person over 18 in the capitol to donate two dollars. it wasn’t a requirement, or anything, but everyone loved to brag about how much they sent and stuff so i got a lot more than that.” she;d been banking on that, honestly. “so... I use that money and a quarter of my yearly victory earnings to work on helping disabled youth in outer districts. i grew up with no cane, no dog. My sister grew up without hearing aids. I don’t want anybody else to go through the same thing.”
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that had come out of nowhere. well, actually, it hadn’t. scout had been zoning out and hadn’t noticed Narcissa stand close to her. Journey wasn’t againt her leg, so she hadn’t seen her turn to face the new person.
scout tried to hide the jolt of fear hearing the voice. she focused on the words. “maybe...but could the problem come when there isn’t any of your love for anybody else because you’re using it all on yourself?”
“i don’t see why people use narcissist as an insult?” she asked the other person. “like just because you love yourself doesn’t mean there is something wrong or bad about you.” she added. many people tended to refer to narcissa as a narcissist maybe because her name was similar, or she was one. either way she didn’t really care. she just didn’t like how people used it to insult her.
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“no umm, asterid, ahs-ter-id” she knew it was spelled off center but it wasn’t as weird as most capitol names thank goodness. “i’m afraid if i do it again i’ll still pick twelve, or one, or four. but that’s my short list. i mean, my dad is in twelve so as long as he’s — breathing — i’ll pick twelve.” she admitted, sticking a few pins in her mouth as she mocked up something for her smallest tribute.
“right, transportation.” she smirked, it was cute in a way, all the district specific names. she nodded as scout spoke and worked quietly through the conversation. “it’s fine, i cross boundaries sometimes too often. i’m a popular designer in the capitol already but i take risks some frown on, like putting rebel symbols into my designs. it’s provocative. i love the art of fashion, and i hope to be the most popular designer at some point. then i can use the money to help the people in twelve.” it was normally a secret dream but whatever, who cared anymore?
“ahs-ter-id. three syllables.” capitol names were still so forign on her tongue after all these years. mostly because she didn’t care enough about enough capitolites to get used to them. a girl from twelve with a capitol name? how did THAT happen? Scout didn’t ask.
“yep. model vehicles are one of my passtimes.” her other being working on the education for disabled kids and teens in outer districts. she loved that one more. “rebel symbols... how the fu-hell are you still alive?” Scout never cursed around people Linny’s age or younger. “you know, i think you’d be interested in what I did with my victory money.” it was interesting how similar they were. helping people who needed it.
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he felt his anger begin to tip over the edge, after the frustration with the tribute and now some nobody demanding he come to them, it was going to send him into a spiral he was too tired to deal with. “hey, fuck right off.” he said with a barely suppressed feral grin. he might look nice, somehow, but he didn’t put up with anyone’s bullshit or borderline bullying.
“yeesh. alright.” she shrugged, not really caring about the curse word just slung her way. she was a big girl, she could handle it. and anyway, he was treating her just the way he’d treat anyone else. she could tell. “hey fuck you too, good sir.”
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“oh right, sorry. my mind is very scattered these days. i’m asterid abernathy, stylist for district twelve. it’s my first year so i want to do well and get my brand more recognizable in the capitol.”
“why did you name the dog journey?” god she was nosy.
“Astreid.” she repeated the name, smiling as she matched it to the bright voice. it fit, it really did. Scout liked it. “district twelve, huh? well if you ever get an invite to six, don’t say no on my account.” their floor could probably use a bright voice to counter all the death looming. with ten young people waiting to die in the next year... it wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows.
“journey? it’s a common name in six. besides, she helps me get around. she’s a part of my journey.” the dog’s ears perked every time someone said her name, and she laughed, feeling it against her leg. “yes you, you good girl.” she wasn’t sure why she felt comfortable with this girl, but maybe it was the bright voice that sounded so much like her sister’s. her big dreaming head in the clouds sister.
“not to get too personal, but what do you want in life? you got any big dreams?”
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