Welcome Children Of The Reaping; a day after the rescue

[jackiewashere]

In the wooded edge of District thirteen, far as can be from the radiation while still remaining out of the Capitol's sights, in a territory of tenuous truce, therein lies another bunker, this one far smaller than that of thirteen, built under a tiny cabin. In a place of total isolation the kids are brought, one unknown Panem Native coming with them, a man with a permanent scowl, a full beard, and not much to say. The hoovercraft touches down and the man welcomes them in, for a given definition of "welcome".

They are instructed by a parting District thirteener to do everything Mister K says. If they run, Mister K won't stop them and the radiation will kill them. Their choice. Rules are run through, or which there are many, some obvious, some odd and arbitrary like soap needing to be set down a certain way, or a ban upon shadow puppeting.

There are no new clothes, only the grey suits they were given by thirteen. They get paper but pen usage is timed and watched, possibly so that it can't be used as a weapon, or for rationing purposes. There are hard cots that look slightly more cozy than Avoxes cot, sheets and a pillow for each kid. They're allowed some time outside in the immediate area and there are some cards to play with, but otherwise, entertainment is in the negative.

Disobedience calls for Mister K's dark hand slapping sharp upon the photos of the dead kids who didn't make it; Irri, Maglev, Bison, Sheen, and twelve others. A little reminder of where you'd be right now if not for his generosity.

Kids are usually left amongst themselves when Mister K hunts meals down, but he always seems to arrive in time to stop any serious strife, though black eyes and bruises are regarded with a grunt, some minor first aid, and a get over it attitude. Tears and nightmares are even less fussed over. Any comment about the possibilities ghosts doesn't even get a glance, not even when things are in a different spot than they were before, or a child's portrait has tilted. Mister K is watching the fire and really doesn't care. Just put it back the way it was and go to bed.

You've been taken from your families. You've lived through the Hunger Games. Welcome to your new home. Welcome to Camp Jabberjay.

[OOC: This is for those who want to keep playing with their kids and detail what happened to them after their rescue. You are not obligated to tag in here. You are allowed to play a dead kid that shows up in a dream or otherwise haunts the house. This is a meme so anything goes. Have fun!]

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Bacopa, District 11

[silencedriot]

Bacopa is ready to kill something.

She's been through a lot. They all have. She's far more serious than most children her age. That said, she's still a child and she still needs something to keep her busy.

She started off by acting out against Mr. K, but a sharp reminder of those who didn't make it this far shut her up pretty quickly. She started to entertain herself by writing letters and sneaking out. 'Sneaking out' is a generous term, since she asked Mr. K if she could go outside to find food and she had taken his grunt as an affirmative. After that, she just started to leave when she felt like it without trying to hide her comings and goings, but she makes sure not to spend too much time out in a radiation-infested outside world.

When she goes out, she only spends some of her time looking for food. Most of the time, she climbs trees to the very tops of their branches and lets the wind run through her hair. Then she jumps from tree to tree, and for a moment, it feels like she's playing with the ghost of her big sister.

When she's inside the bunker, she's cranky. She uses what little ink and paper she's allowed to write letters she can't send. Letters to her little brothers and sisters, letters to her parents, letters to Steve and even letters to Eowyn... but the most sacred letters, the ones she keeps inside her pillowcase, are the letters to Rue. Letters to tell her, I'm alive. I survived and I wish you could have been here to live with me.

When she can't write or go outside, she plays with the things she's brought inside. She makes little dolls out of rocks and sticks and flowers and acorns. She plays with them and offers to play with others (although never with the Capitolite and only tentatively with the Careers). She will play cards or any game they think of so long as there's something to do.

When she can't even do that much, she puts bugs in the Capitolite's bed sheets or otherwise gets up to some mischief to express her displeasure at having a Capitolite there in the first place.