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#★彡 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. ❰Klaus Mikaelson❱

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Hope Andrea Mikaelson, district 4.

❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞.❞

The bright-eyed red-headed child was born into a line of winners in the games. Her grandfather, aunt, father all won their games but sadly her Uncle Henrik died during his but he did make it be one of the last five. Henrik was only twelve when he was called and while it is a career district, everyone knows better than to cross Mikael into volunteering when one of his children were called. When Henrik died, it broke the family and no one really wanted to have any more children to end up going to the games. 

Hope hasn't been planned in fact her mother had a one night stand with her father that turned into an unplanned pregnancy. With medical care slim, everything is fuzzy even in district four the idea of abortion wasn’t there even if both Hayley Marshall and Klaus Mikaelson hadn’t been wanting to produce a child that would no doubt be forced into the games either by Mikael himself or by the Capitol calling her name. Hope was loved even if at first she hadn’t exactly been wanted.

Her mother and father worked hard to make sure that she had everything in the world. From the moment Hope was born, she was special in more than one way. Hope was almost like the glue that brought her family back together again. Her aunts would spoil her with fine gifts, her uncles would show her how to know what is poison and what wasn’t while her father taught Hope to fight. Hope was a natural throwing knives and poison. Hope was and still is tiny so while she can get in several great punches, her chances on winning with just her strength were slim. Everyone knew Hope was a natural at fighting, had the brains to think several steps ahead but no one was sure that she had the heart to kill. 

Hope grew up nursing wounded birds back to health. she was too connected with the earth and one could argue too innocent but she shocked everyone when she is the one that comes home with blood on her hands and a kill count that is eight out of twenty-four. Someone stabs the wild Mikaelson in the leg, nerve damage and dead muscle that had been eaten away thanks to infection, her left leg now feels nothing but pain that is all in her head as the Capitol “fixed” her leg so that she feels nothing.

Seventeen years old when she wins, eighteen years old when she cries herself to sleep at night and swears that she never wants children because nothing is worse than the fate of being a murderer. 

★彡 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ❰verse district 4❱

This is her canon verse for the Hunger Games series. No involvement with Katniss or her storyline. I do have a verse where Hope is Prim’s friend that I will write out but that isn’t canon for her.

While this blog is set for a version of Hope that is wrapped up in the Hunger Games, I will still take some more canon Legacies interactions on this blog but generally, anything like that goes to naturesloopholed.

Want to bring Hope her canon friends from Legacies? Go for it! I support this so much that I would love the idea

#★彡 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ❰verse district 4❱ #★彡 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ❰Verses Drop❱ #abortion tw

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It hardly seems silly to her. Human nature wants comfort in the things that they have grown used too. ❝You will get used to it and if you don’t, you can stay the night with me.❞ A small two-bedroom house might bring a sense of Prim’s old home. Hope pulls her bag up on her shoulder as it had slipped down before they even made it passed the first house on the block. ❝In a few weeks, it will all blow over and you won’t be known as Katniss’s little sister but Prim, the girl with pretty hair.❞ She is trying to make a joke. She doesn’t normally get to spend time with Prim anymore but not everyone gets to have the luxury that the Everdeen family now has. Hope is happy for her, really but she does wish she could still go tap on Prim’s window in the morning to bug her.

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prim’s been quiet the whole day. her new room was set up, she found her way around the house and was trying to figure out a faster way to walk to school. it was nice to have company, have hope help her find her new way that she’d have to travel by herself instead of with the hawthorne. “it’s all so…new. i have a new room, a new bed, new…everything.” prim kicked a rock softly but kept walking. “and it’s quiet. there’s almost no one there.” the seam always had people, always had noise except at night. “i’m just scared i’ll get too homesick and never get used to it. is that silly?” she felt guilty about complaining about something most families dreamed of. but everything changed at once and it was overwhelming for her, especially after everything that’s happened.

#★彡 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ❰verse undecided❱ #★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱ #tailtucked

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★彡 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Hope was stabbed in the leg during her games and while her sponsor was able to send her medication to help make her feel nothing, it didn’t mean that there wasn’t damage. Hope suffered an infection that ate away feeling in her leg. While the Capitol was able to restore a general look of her leg, they weren’t able to cover up the scar that Hope has. It runs from her knee cap up to her thigh. It is dark, the skin isn’t pale like her skin tone and if one could see her upper legs without pants on, you can’t miss it.

Hope does not wear anything short, will not go swimming in her private pool with others around and shorts? Not an option. Lights off during sex, won’t look at herself in a mirror either. Hope has a design team that does her make-up and hair so she doesn’t have to look in a mirror or she has her mother do it. While there was nothing done to the face, Hope can’t stomach to look herself in the eyes while dolling herself up.

#★彡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❰Headcanon❱

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                       ❝May the odds be ever in your favor.❞                             ↳ Indie Hunger Games ! Hope Mikaelson

#indie hg rp #indie to rp #indie hunger games rp #indie legacies rp #★彡 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 ❰Self Promo❱

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She raised her eyes slightly as she stood there for a moment nodding silently to the Avox before moving to sit down slowly. Her hands were resting on her lap as she pressed her lips together for a moment as she let her eyes wander around from one side to the other.

She felt her eyes narrow while she was sitting there. Her lips were pressed together not speaking unless she felt she had too or because she wanted too. She licked her lower lip gently as she raised one eye at her words as she ran her fingers through her hair lightly which was somewhat out of place. She then folded her arms over her chest leaning back against chair in silence. She tapped her foot out of habit as she bit down on her lower lip. She had looked around slowly knowing they were alone which for some reason made her extremely nervous.

“Not everyone is as cold and emotionless as you are.”..She mumbled. She narrowed her eyes…”and not everyone is willing to screw around with anything that moves to drown out the pain.”..she pushed the half of the cupcake back, saying things like that to her would made her hate Hope even more. Her legs were bent as she looked like she was ten seconds away from getting up and leaving the table clearly unamused by the conversation. Her jaw was clenched as she sat there with her arms tightly folded over her chest as she kept herself poised ready to leave if one more thing was said that she didn’t like in the slightest bit….��you sure it isn’t poisoned?”…she muttered moving to reach for the cup of tea but didn’t make any movement to lift it yet.

She shook her head..”nope.”…she mumbled and soon took a sip of her tea. Her eyes were barely opened as she was sitting perfectly still with her eyes focused directly on Hope’s, she then let her eyes move down to the cupcake as she knew it was Hope’s birthday, during her bouts of nightmares she had snuck into the kitchen with a few of the Avox’s and made the cupcakes for the person who sat in front of her. Her lips were pressed together…”doubt that anyone would want to be with me anyway after all that has happened, I’m damaged and no one can handle what I have become.”…she said with a defeated type of a shrug. She felt as if she was protecting anyone who was even remotely interested in her. She didn’t want someone putting up with all of the episodes she would have until she was older. She figured for herself and for anyone else it was better off she was left alone.

Emotionless like you. Hope wanted to laugh at the comment because she was hardly emotional. In fact, everything she does she does hard. Loves and hates with a passion.  ❝I’m not emotionless.❞ It hurt that it was implied that she was willing to sleep with anything that had a pulse but she acts as if it didn/t. ❝The key is to pretend that I am. No one wants a mentor that cares so deeply. The people that interview you as a mentor do not care what you really feel.❞ ❝You would be surprised who would love someone that killed.❞ Her boyfriend, oh his sweet smile had melted her “cold” heart as he joked about life, made the hardships not seem so hard.  ❝You aren’t unlovable because of what you were forced to do. Josie, you did what you had to do to survive and no one is going to blame you for it.❞ Almost everyone hates the games, understand what the victor was forced to do (she thinks),  She can’t talk bad about the government here, can’t curse the hand that feeds her and the family she has at home but she wants too. ❝It was either you died or they died. Anyone good and pure would do the same thing. My boyfriend had been pure, good, believed the world might be crappy but tried to see the good in everything did exactly what we did. He killed because when you are faced with life or death, you want to live.❞ She doesn’t talk about him often, her voice is like waves when she talks about him to the point that she is getting out of her chair and going to the liquor and pouring herself some just to give herself a moment to not be face to face with the other. 

Josie might be broken but there is someone out there for everyone. Hope knows that much. Everyone has nightmares, she knows that from the people that have shared her bed for the night. The miners that have seen so many dies down below the ground wake up screaming, the woman that have to do the unthinkable to feed their families cry. Everyone in twelve is broken. ❝In twelve, we are all broken. Even my family is broken. Because you fought like hell, your father doesn’t have to bury a body and mourn the loss of someone he loves.❞ She turns back to look at the brunette again. ❝Hate me, judge me, but let me help you as your mentor.❞ 

#★彡 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ❰Verse Hosie❱ #★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱

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Josie rarely slept ever since the games and all that she had seen just in order to protect her sister. She was tossing and turning in her sleep time and time again relieving the horrors that she had seen within the arena. Her legs were bent as she was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her face was visibly contorted as she screamed out in agony as if someone was hurting her. Her fingers were clenched holding onto the blankets tightly for support as sobs and shrieks escaped her.

Her voice was raspy when she spoke since she was screaming so loudly…”Am I? It doesn’t feel like it.”..she said slowly. She looked like a shell of the girl that she once was. She pressed her lips together and looked down in complete silence feeling a few tears fall down her face. She hated what she had become. She was a heartless murderer and she would carry the lives she had taken as long as she lived. She felt her hands were shaking something that had started happening after she had won the games. She felt her eyes focus on the red head after a few moments as she had looked like she was on the verge of having a meltdown.

She felt her eyes narrow slightly at the words she heard..”I’m sure that made everyone who put money on me very happy.”..she said slowly. She had become a very cold and distant person, her eyes had focused down for a moment, she would never live a happy life, not after the things she had done and the things she had seen. Her head tilted slightly as she stood up…”can’t say I will hold my breathe about the sleep aid”…she whispered. She was barely out of her room for a minute and her sheets and bedding were being changed since she has sweat into the fabric that she had been laying on just moments before.

Hope heads to the dining car where her tea sat with a magazine from the Capitol. She walks over and sits down and gives a soft smile when someone pours her some more tea. ❝Thank you.❞ She whispers before picking up her teacup and motioning with her free hand for the other to sit down. 

❝People that bet on you are beyond happy that you won. Everyone wants to claim they knew the girl from twelve that offered to die for her twin won.❞ If hope had been allowed to bet, her money would have been on Josie. ❝If I had been allowed to bet, I would have picked you. The moment you slapped me, I knew I picked the right one to try and save this year. You wouldn’t go down without a fight.❞ Go down swinging even. Hope took a sip of the hot liquid, swallowing before she said a thank you to the Avox that had poured their tea before dismissing them to the servant car for rest. 

A cupcake from the morning still left so Hope does the reasonable thing and splits it in half, sliding the half over to Josie.  ❝Nightmares are bound to happen. You have the money now to get anything that will help aid you into a dreamless slumber. Alcohol, medications, sex are all ways to get lost in the moment. Double up if you must, take a pill and sleep with strangers, anything but do not let anyone see you break. Your image in the games, in the interview, is the image you must give the world now. No one wants their victor to be a liar even if that is what we are.❞ Her games she played the bitch, the one that was in the middle of everything being the hard-ass, downright abusive at times from knocking things from hands to acting like a snotty rich kid on the stage when asked questions. It put a target on her back but at the same time, it brought her people that thought she was strong, willing to be allied with her until she stabbed them in the back.

❝Drink your tea,❞ Hope tells her as she picks at the cupcake, finger running over the frosting. ❝So is there anyone in the district that has your attention? One that you would want to be with for the rest of your life?❞ She had been asked that her year and of course, she gushed of the boy that she loved and had been hopeful for a future with him but all hope must die someday. The twenty-year-old licks the frosting from her index finger. We could have been happy. She turns the page in her magazine and to see her interview written up from the moment Josette won the games. Hope couldn’t help but hate how fucking proud she had been at her win. How she had known that the one was a winner and bragged about her tribute’s skills, acting as if throwing a knife to kill was the same as playing cards and winning by a landslide.

#thehybridandthesiphoner #★彡 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ❰Verse Hosie❱ #★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱

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Josie barely said a single word not to anyone. She hardly had a chance to get herself properly cleaned up for the reaping where she had taken her sisters place knowing that Lizzie wouldn’t survive. She swallowed hard placing her spoon down when she was finished. Her hands were resting on her knees while sitting there looking and seeing the others leave while she was the only one sitting there gently finishing the rest of her meal. She still had dirt on her body as she really didn’t have time to clean herself up. She had let her eyes move around from one side to the other. Her hair was covering her shoulders as she bent her legs while looking around at the seemingly over extravagant things in the house, it made her sick honestly.

She raised her eyes slightly as she looked seeing a dish fall, she moved swiftly and stood up moving to help the Avox, her eyes were narrowed as she gave Hope a look. She felt anger bubble up inside of her shoving her foot off of the Avox’s back. She glared and walked after the Avox…”come.”….she said swiftly as she went to check the wound on her back and frowned. She pulled a small container out with an ointment made from herbs…”three times a day.”..she said gently. She let the girl go before she then turned looking at Hope with rage in her eyes as she walked towards her and slapped her hard…”if you ever put your hands on someone while I’m here you will lose your hands are we clear?”….she growled looking at Hope as her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

She had grabbed a bow and arrows aiming one firing it a few inches away from her head as she stood there. Her lips were pressed together as she stood there, she was well versed in arrows and knives as she took the knife and hit the target dead on without even looking at the target. She held the bow in her hand as she had smears of dirt on her neck, face and hands. She put the weapons down carefully as her arms had folded over her chest. She didn’t look the slightest bit happy..”can I get someone else? That’s not a piece of shit like you who uses and abuses everyone without a care in the world.”…she felt her hair cover her shoulders as she was standing there keeping a large distance between the two of them not liking this girl what so ever. She would of much rather gone back to District 12 so she could do whatever she damn well felt like doing. Her jaw was clenched as her teeth were grinding a bit.

hope didn’t even flinch at being slapped, it stung but she has been strung out on any numbing agent that she can find to ease her own pain which wasn’t really really there. Her leg was fixed by the Capitol and it no longer really felt anything but she swears that that shooting pain is still there half the time. ❝You have lost your fucking mind. They might be killing you soon but helping an Avox or being nice to them makes you a target. It will make it so that you get tortured to death by the game maker.❞ Just pretend to be like anyone else, fuck around, use people and pretend that your heart isn’t pounding and one doesn’t want to throw up for hurting someone.

As a small child, Hope used to cry and beg her father to not make her fight, any time she had the upper hand and did get a punch in she would cry because she hurt him but he would always make it up to her with letting her mama pull her hair into a pretty braid and even take her to the market to look at the beautiful cakes. ❝You do your job and I will do mine. If I have to hurt people to get you to have a fighting chance than I will. This isn’t a game and caring about anyone but yourself needs to be left at the door.❞

Use and abuse, act like a bitch and hurt anyone because it works for her. She has to do what works, the sponsors that she knows and likes to give her tribute's attention like her for her bitching and abusive nature. It is a game to them, a reality show with no lives really being hurt right? It was brainwashing at the finest. The Capitol citizens desensitized to the games, it is as if they aren’t killing innocent children for a game. She watches the other with her knife skills. Impressive. Hope sighs, ❝just keep practicing. It is too late in the games to get a new mentor and trust me, you have a better chance of living with me than my father mentoring you.❞ Hope goes and picks up one of the knives as she sets her drink down. 

❝When it is time to show the sponsors your skill show them your ability to throw knives but at the same time do not do what you just did. The tribute with high scores dies first normally. All you have to do is show them your skills so they put knives in the arena.❞ Hope wants to stress that going for anything at first is dangerous and she has better chances if she can find water first. Makes weapons from the earth somehow some way until she gets her hands on knives from a tribute the Josie kills.

#★彡 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ❰Verse Hosie❱ #★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨���𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱ #thehybridandthesiphoner

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Andrea. She hears the name and she watches as her little sister tries fighting, how she walked slowly and then all of a suddenly Hope is offering herself up. ❝I volunteer!❞ Nobody from twelve ever volunteers because it is a death sentence. people don’t win here where food is never enough and you starve to death. Hope’s dusty blue dress that had to be tied back with a belt her mother’s gift. How can her little sister’s name be called? She was only entered once. 

People move out of her way as if she would burn them to be touched. Hope climbs the stairs and puts on her best brave face because she is a Mikaelson and Mikaelson’s don’t cry. Hope watches the woman that called her sister’s name scramble to see what the rules were about volunteering before Hope is accepted. 

She chokes out her own name, eyes locked on her little sister that was crying. If she looked at her mother, she is sure that any fake strength she is showing to be emotionless would fall. Hope hated that her mother shut down after her father died but her losing the one she is close with wouldn’t be fair. Andrea was a mama’s girl while Hope had always been her father’s daughter. Red hair pulled back into a tight braid and she swears she hears the man that will mentor her to her death say that she did well.

Things happen fast, the goodbyes from family, the pin from the daughter of a ‘friend’ and then suddenly she is on a train off to her death. Hope was ordered to take a bath along with the boy tribute. She thinks his name is Landon from what she remembers and all she can think about was he was kind to her a few years ago when she was starving. It was a shame that she might have to kill him. Hope someone else does it. Hope comes out to the dining car after washing up. The district twelve tribute sits down near the mentor.  ❝So...got any advice?❞

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He was drunk.

But Alaric was always drunk anymore. ESPECIALLY at this time of the year. The time when children were called forward for the sacrifice. Only one being allowed to live. And those that did live? Well, they would be just like him one day. A drunk and expected to coach next year’s sacrifice. And the year after that. And the one after that. Staying around the kids just long enough to grow attached. Then to watch them die. 

And they all died. From his district, anyway. He had been the lone survivor something close to twenty years ago now. And what a waste of twenty years it had been. 

Ric stood back against a wall, staring down at the ground, unwilling to watch the faces of the kids that were chosen as they tried to come to terms that they wouldn’t live to see the next season. 

Ladies first. 

The standard commotion. And then…

Alaric’s head snapped up as he searched for the voice. For the VOLUNTEER. It couldn’t be. Nobody volunteered in this district. Ric watched as the girl scaled the stairs, as she introduced herself. As she accepted the fate she’d chosen. It was a first.

“You did good, kid,” he muttered under his breath, looking back down at his shoes. What a strange thing to say to someone who’d just volunteered to die.

#★彡 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❰verse she's the mockingjay❱ #★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱ #alaricsaltxman

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On the way to distract two is when the Mikaelson teenager hears the screams of the victor of that year’s games. Hope is now twenty years old, just turned twenty without anyone knowing even which was nice. A servant made her cupcakes though that morning and Hope had pretended not to know the reason why. It is close to midnight, the train stopping for fuel now and the redhead finds her way to Josie’s room, slipping the door open and hovering by the doorway. She waits out the nightmare, standing there for a good ten minutes before she gets the other’s attention. 

❝Your alive,❞ Hope’s voice is soft, almost kind even. She was glad that her flirting with sponsors along with selling the tribute had worked because there is a spark in the other that makes her feel alive. Hope was hated by the other, exactly how she made every tribute feel because emotions were useless. One does not win the games by being emotional and caring about everyone.  ❝I know that it means nothing. You died the moment you stepped into the arena. The games kill even the victors in the end. Nobody ever wins the games.❞ she isn’t exactly comforting even as she takes the first real step into the room.

She smells the sweat, the air thick with a sense of fear and she can’t take it away. ❝I put all of my eggs in your basket Josette.❞ Hope had picked the best this year and it meant that in the end the other could go home to her sister and live a “happy” life. ❝Come, let’s get some tea. It soothes the nerves and if you add a sleep aid from the Capitol you will be able to sleep again without any dreams.❞ Trying to be nice, now that the other was a victor, Hope could allow herself to show who she really is and with time maybe they could be friends but Hope doubts it. @thehybridandthesiphoner

#thehybridandthesiphoner #★彡 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ❰Verse Hosie❱ #★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱

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bloodsoakedfangs‌:

Klaus had never expected the boy to do what he did for his daughter. And he knew that Ronan Cleary had a memorial site that was always covered in goods and flowers.

But he had brought Hope home to their family and that was something he could never repay. But he respected it deeply.

Klaus goes and hugs Hope gently, rubbing her back.

He tried to be there for her all he could. When she was restless so was he.

“Can’t sleep?” Klaus asks softly, still holding her to offer comfort.

❝I never sleep,❞ Hope whispers, her voice sounding as if she had cried when there were no tears in her eyes. ❝My leg hurts.❞ which doesn’t make sense to most but the day before had been the day she visited the mother of the fallen and after any visit with Mrs. Cleary, Hope ends up with some pain and a vivid nightmare that leaves her like this.  ❝Why did I have to win?❞ The question is out before she thinks about what she is saying. Winning is pointless, you are left with memories that will never be forgotten. 

Her father’s touch had been comforting as a little girl, now it was not nearly as much.  ❝He had a real chance at winning but instead he gave his life for me...as if I meant something to him.❞  нe loved yoυ. That was the problem, the reason she feels so guilty because she had known he loved her by the end of it.  No one can live up to him, no one would ever do what he did for her again and that is part of the problem. Landon, he was sweet and worth his weight in gold to Hope but he will not do what Ronan had, at least there is no real chance of that because the games are over for both of the two that make up the term Handon (the capitol loves her paintings, the one with the boy that has a tattoo of a bird on his shoulder was based off the one sleeping in her bed now. She pretends not to know his name, makes it easier that way).

❝Did I wake you? Or were you up?❞

#★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱ #★彡𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 ❰verse undecided❱ #bloodsoakedfangs

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She can’t sleep, which is not a shocking thing considering that ever since she won her games, she has been a shell of the girl she used to be. Hope can’t sleep to save her life so what does she do? She pours herself some dark tea that tastes bitter and sits in front of a canvas that was blank hoping no one will come to her. She hears him, smells his aftershave as he enters the room and it might be the drug she slipped into her tea that makes her senses feel like she is on fire. The boy from the district still asleep in her bed tangled in her sheets. She thinks his name is Landon but at this point, getting close to anyone would be pointless. Condoms and pills all there so she never has to send her children into an early grave or worse, a lifetime of wishing they were dead. ❝Did..did I wake you?❞ Hope asks as she sets her cup down and turns to look at her father. Hopefully, her screams didn’t wake him. He lives with her in the house she was given as a victor along with her mother because the place was large. She visits the mother of the tribute that had lost his life for her. Hope hates the reminder that she should have died but a promise to take care of her had been whispered to his dead corpse before she was forced away so a hovercraft could pick up the body. A jagged scar on her leg the only reminder on her otherwise silky skin over the boy she killed for the death of Ronan Cleary. There is no feeling in her left leg either thanks to that but sometimes, she swears she feels the knife slicing into her as if she was back in the arena bleeding. @bloodsoakedfangs

#★彡𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 ❰verse undecided❱ #★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱ #bloodsoakedfangs

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Nobody ever wins the games. everything is lost

This is a private verse with @thehybridandthesiphoner 

╰☆☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭: Hope Mikaelson was born to a long line of victors all starting with her great-great-great grandfather (Hermon Mikael Mikaelson). Next, it was Mikael Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, and then Hope Mikaelson. This is the order that her family won the games. 

╰☆☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭: Hope was seventeen when she won her games. Her father taught her in all kinds of weapons, how to swim, anything that he could because Henrik Mikaelson died during his games (He was thirteen)

╰☆☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭:  Hope had been dating a poor boy from the district named Landon Kirby. He was thought to be the love of her life (what the media made it out to be). Landon died in his games the next year which is also the year that Hope became a mentor

╰☆☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭: Nineteen years old and Hope is now needing a win as a mentor. She will do whatever it takes to win.

╰☆☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭:  Her image when she was a tribute was to be snotty, bitchy,  entitled, but still managed to swing people to find her charming. They wanted her to be the second to the last to die because she was one that so many loved to hate.

╰☆☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭:  Hope has slept with her fair share of people after she won her games. Capitol and people in twelve but what people don’t know. she does give coins to people she sleeps with to help them feed their family. It isn’t something people know or talk about because it could get many killed.

 ╰☆☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭: Has ptsd from her games and flashbacks that range from when she was in the games to watching Landon die in his. Often wakes up screaming, crying, or she tries not to sleep much at all. Will use any drugs she can from the capitol to stay awake for as long as she can.

 ╰☆☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭:  In this district twelve has more than just three winners (this is set before Katniss Everdeen). Hope’s talent was knives just like her father.

#★彡 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ❰Verse Hosie❱ #★彡 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ❰Verses Drop❱

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Dinner is silent aside from spoons hitting against decorative bowls. Avox clearing dishes while Hope pours herself a glass of hard liquor. Her mama is at home praying that Hope wins, this was her second time mentoring and she needs the win. Her mother didn’t ever go into the games but she married a man that won his game with a knife. Hope had trained from the age of three to fight (against the rules) but victors that have children do tend to get the “honor” of watching their babies fight and die. Klaus had drilled it in her head that if she was called she HAD to win, there was no other option aside for death and after Henrik died in the games, he couldn’t watch his pride and joy die. 

One isn’t allowed to go train once it is passed dinner but Hope has slept with a few people that bend the rules for her because this year she was going to pick the one she sees has the chance to win and put all the weight for that one to survive. She’s nineteen years old and already has seen death. ❝Josette? Come with me.❞ A dish drops to the ground and she makes no move to pick it up, acting as snotty as everyone believes her to be, stepping around the Avox that rushes to pick it up, she has to swallow a large sip of liquor to do what she does next, a pointed heel digs into the skin of the Avox and she feels as if she might get sick. Hope hates this, hates that she has to be a brat because helping them would mean her head. The pain on the Avox’s face digs into her heart as she walks toward the elevator. Inside with her tribute that she is going to root for on the inside, she presses the ground floor. ❝You have a fire, my dear.❞ One that no one can take away. ❝When you are in the games, don’t let anyone see your weakness, Be the fire that lights a spark that anyone from twelve can win.❞ Her boyfriend, Landon had been called last year when they were eighteen and Hope had to watch him die from infection and she cried alone in her room for him.

Down in the training room, Hope takes another sip of her drink and she somehow seems to be graceful as she looks around the room. She hears someone’s voice and she snaps around to see the man that she used for this, older than her and closer to her father’s age. He is holding a key out to her and she gives her best smile as he comes over and runs his hands down her body, giving her a few sloppy kisses before dropping the keys into her hand and leaving ❝What’s your strength?❞ Hope asks, turning around to look at the younger girl. You do whatever you need to in order to get ahead. One of these days it will get you killed. Landon’s voice tells her inside of her mind. I’m already dead inside. ❝Knives? Arrows? Weights? Pick something, anything here and show me what you’ve got.❞ An order that is strong even when it is soft-spoken. Truth is, Hope knows other mentors that come down here with their best tribute because she had been the tribute down here training until midnight and then taking some capitol medication to heal her aches and tiredness before the interview.  

#★彡 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ❰Verse Hosie❱ #★彡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ❰Interactions❱ #thehybridandthesiphoner

[victoroflegacies]

❝ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴀ ᴅʏɴᴀsᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ.❞ - ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ

#indie legacies rp #indie hunger games rp #indie hg rp #indie to rp