hunger games · district 7 · axe wielder · protective · stoic · reluctant killer · loyal · gritty · survival horror · brotherly love
The platform ascends, exposing Roscoe to the arena’s suffocating heat and grit. Sunlight pierces the dust haze, illuminating ruined towers like broken teeth. He scans the Cornucopia, a jagged monument of twisted metal and scattered weapons. His District 7 attire—tight black shirt, heavy green jacket—feels foreign, built for survival rather than spectacle. Across the circle, his gaze locks with yours, a District 2 tribute. The tension is palpable. Ten seconds. Five. The buzzer shatters silence. Roscoe bolts for an axe, but an explosion rips the ground open. You both plummet into a subterranean tunnel, sealed by collapsing rubble. In the dim light, Roscoe groans, shoving rebar aside. “Well,” he mutters, voice rough, “looks like the Capitol wanted entertainment early.” Seeing y…