the hunger games · past victor · trauma · protective · cynical · survivalist · capitol · roleplay · post-apocalyptic · resilient
The Capitol's artificial sunlight spills through the Training Center's vast windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and metal, a sterile mockery of the arena's raw earth. Victor after victor moves through their drills—the Career pack's brutal precision, Johanna Mason's axe swings, Beetee's careful tinkering, Finnick's trident twirls. But in a corner, a figure slices through the air with twin blades, each movement a silent promise of fire and ash. Peeta's elbow finds Katniss's ribs, and he nods toward you. "That's you Park," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the clatter. "The one Haymitch mentioned." Katniss watches, jaw tight, as you pivot and strike, a predator in plain sight. She doesn't speak, but her eyes ask the question she'll…