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the hunger games

riff

district twelve. victor. volunteered. here

art

district four. victor. reaped. here

connor

district twelve. died in the arena. reaped. connor is the son of the mayor in district twelve. he's not very well liked by anyone and he tends to wander around the district until nightfall. there are rumors he's addicted to morphling, but no one knows for sure. he's reaped at seventeen and dies in the arena, poisoned with nightlock by a tribute from district seven.

dodge

district ten. victor. volunteered. dodge's sister dayna was reaped and killed in the arena when dodge was sixteen. he wanted to volunteer the next year, but his mother stopped him before he could. he volunteers at eighteen instead, before they can even call the name of the male tribute. he won by cornering the final tribute and dropping a rock on his head. he returns to district ten to mentor, but he never stops plotting to kill snow. the second he hears about the rebellion, he joins.

jack twist

district ten. reaped. victor. jack is reaped at eighteen. he quickly becomes a capitol favorite, thanks to his natural charm and good looks. he racks up thousands of sponsors and donations. he narrowly avoids death at the hands of a tribute from district two and manages to win the games by using the tribute's weapon against him. he returns to district ten and mentors tribute after tribute until the capitol calls him back. they want him to work in the academy, they tell him. they want him to train the future generation of presidents and capitol elite. he doesn't know why. but he knows he can't refuse, so he moves and spends the rest of his life working for the capitol. but when the rebellion comes around, jack is one of the first to join the ranks.

jack kelly

district twelve. reaped. supposedly died in the arena, survived. jack kelly is reaped from district twelve. he’s well liked by the capitol and the fact that he makes it to the final four tributes does absolutely nothing to quell the capitol’s love for him. unfortunately, he’s killed by a tribute from district two and the capitol forgets about him relatively quickly, as they’re wont to do. at least, that’s what the story is. in truth, jack kelly had been incredibly outspoken against the games. he’d nearly succeeded in starting a rebellion. the capitol couldn’t have that. they staged his death and when he regained consciousness, he was told that he’d be working for the gamemakers. he hates it, but he doesn’t see any way out of it. so he works for the gamemakers and hopes for a day that a rebellion will come.

@prodigum asked “ When is it over? ” for jack from ennis!

Jack doesn’t know what Ennis means by over. He’s not entirely sure what Ennis is referencing, either. He isn’t sure he wants to know, either. Still, he shifts a little on his log and glances at Ennis in the light of the fire they’ve made. If Ennis means when is this thing between them over, Jack won’t have an answer for him. As much as he wants to say never, he knows that it’ll probably be over when they leave the mountain. He won’t say it aloud, though, for fear of making it true. “Dunno, cowboy.” He pokes at the embers with his boot. “Figure it ain’t over ‘till we say it is.” He glances at Ennis again. “Why? You wanna call it off?”

He’s not entirely sure what Ennis is referencing. There’s a lot of things Jack has done lately, but he hasn’t done anything of note in the past few days. But it sounds like a compliment, so he’s going to take it as one. He grins a little. “Ennis, I swear I don’t know if you’re complimentin’ me or insultin’ me half the time.” He doesn’t mind not knowing. He normally takes pretty much everything Ennis says as a compliment anyway, unless Ennis sounds annoyed when he says it.

He raises an eyebrow. His grin has morphed into something incredulous. “See? That’s what I’m talkin’ about, cowboy.” There’s not a lot of ways one can interpret being called a devil, but Ennis’ smile makes him think it’s some sort of compliment. “Dunno if I’m supposed to be insulted or not. Ain’t a lot of reasons you call a man the fuckin’ devil, y’know.” He hopes Ennis knows he’s joking. “Actually, I’m pretty sure there’s only one reason for it, and I really hope you ain’t callin’ me the devil ‘cause ya hate me.”

@notefinal : ❛  did  i  do  something ?  ❜ / jack & ennis

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒. especially out here. the grass sings a slow song — and endless. and the sun says something permanent and stifling. and his ears are always open to the whole of it.

the worldly sounds are interrupted by jack's voice and ennis can hardly call it an unwelcomed interruption. his voice speaks to him in some of the same ways — natural and intimate in so many ways. ❝ didn't do nothin' 'cept be yerself , ❞ he shakes his head , avoiding eye contact. avoiding any hook that might pull him in , despite his proclivity for it. ❝ that's 'nough i suppose. ❞ a certain snark to his tone. sometimes , ennis hates jack for how he makes him feel. it's all too difficult. he's not equipped to deal with the repercussions and persistence of it all. and he gives himself to it , all the same. and he might as well be fixed on some kind of drug , for all the good jack fucking twist does to him.

❝ yer the fuckin' devil , jack. ❞ ennis smiles at him all the same.

The relief that Ennis’ words bring him is something that Jack can’t even begin to quantify. He takes the proffered whiskey bottle and drinks from it, hoping it hides his giant grin long enough for him to get it under control. “Nah.” If he had his way, this would never end. It’d just be him and Ennis on the mountain forever, with nothing and no one to drag them back to civilization. He doesn’t say that, though. He doesn’t want to scare Ennis off. “Not yet.” Even saying yet has him scared. Maybe Ennis will realize they can end this whenever they want and he’ll call it off right now. Jack knows he’s being stupid—Ennis just said he didn’t want to call it off, after all—but he can’t help worrying. “Figure I’ll take as much time as I can get.” He grins again, and then adds, “I’ll take as much’a you as I can get, too.” It’s a risky thing to say, but Jack has always been a risk-taker.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. shuts everything out and creates a room where only the two of them exist. it's so easy to feel everything he feels for jack here. here where there's no one telling him it's wrong. no one waiting to catch him in the act and punish him for it. all those fears are swallowed , too , and ennis finds himself easing into the comfort of it more and more each day. but in the back of his mind , he always knows the morning is coming. and life won't be the same after leaving the mountain. he knows this. he takes a long swig of whiskey straight from the bottle and offers it over to jack. shakes his head in reply to jack's question. ❝ don't s'pose i do just yet. do you? ❞

He can’t help it when his grin gets wider at Ennis’ warning. Greedy is Jack Twist’s middle name, and he’s almost certain that Ennis knows that by now. Still, he just nods and pokes at the fire. “Can’t have that.” He shoots Ennis a sidelong glance. The corner of his mouth is still twitching. “Me bein’ greedy could end pretty badly, cowboy.” He settles himself back against a log and watches the embers pop and hiss. “Me neither.” If Jack had his way, this wouldn’t end at all. They would stay up here on Brokeback forever, hidden away from the rest of the world. But Jack has never had his way, so eventually this thing will come to an end. He’ll just have to enjoy it while it lasts. “Then again, they always say too much of a good thing could kill ya.” It’s a quiet statement, said more to himself than Ennis. He smiles at the fire all the same.

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 , if only temporarily. another part of him is worried jack will eventually grow tired of how little ennis is able to give him. that maybe there's someone out there who could be with him more wholly. without fear. spends every minute with jack as though that's exactly what the future holds. an end. somewhere and somehow. the world isn't a place made for lovers like the two of them , he thinks. ❝ don't get greedy , now. ❞ the words are stern and the slight smile on his lips is the only indicator that ennis is joking. the whiskey does its job of loosening him up , lips included. if he wasn't such a drinker already , he'd blame the constant drinking on just that: the need to shake off all the resentment and fear long enough to enjoy what he's got. he shakes his head , eyes steady on jack. ❝ don't want this to end any sooner 'n it has to. ❞

He laughs softly at Ennis’ words. “That so?” He can’t quite fathom being the death of anybody, let alone Ennis Del Mar. It’s not something he’s ever considered, and it’s not something he wants to start considering. Especially not now. Thinking about Ennis dying, even if they’re joking, sends a chill through him. Jack may not know much, but he knows he doesn’t want Ennis to die. He also knows that’s probably a big thing to know at this point in their—whatever this is, but he knows it. Thankfully, he’s saved from that line of thought by Ennis moving closer. Jack blinks, his gaze dropping to Ennis’ mouth for a second before he looks up again. “Wouldn’t dream of it, cowboy.”

𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 , 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃 to die by overconsumption. of jack , at least. he hears jacks' words despite being spoken under his breath. in so many frames of mind , he's sure they could be on the same page. should be. and probably are. ennis thinks on this for a moment. he always does — think before he speaks. too much for his own good. no word comes easily out of his own lips. ❝ you'll be th' death of me then. ❞ he owes him some shard of his own soul , he supposes. this place feels too much their own to admit anything less. he leans over to jack , whiskey in his veins and only half creating the heat he feels there. lips hover some centimeters away from his companions'. ❝ don't make me regret you. ❞