Trigger warnings for both of these Tributes.
Charm: abuse
Majesty: I do not even know what specifically to label his warning as. He's just a mess honestly. Just... generic trigger warning for being disturbing.
Charm's POV was sent in by her submitter (minus a few little rearrangements I did), which is awesome since it's less work for me! I only noted it here since it's very plainly different from my usual style and I thought people might wonder why.
Charm Sterlingshire, District One female (18)
The street was packed with imbeciles making sound but no sense. It congested my senses and I fought to keep my composure cool. I tried to pretend it didn't affect me at all, that I wasn't I wasn't about to scream, that the bedlam around me didn't feel virulent in my lungs. I wished I could curl up in a ball and hide, cloistered in a hole somewhere where the sound, and the memories that came with it, couldn't find me. The knowledge I couldn't control the memories almost brought tears of anger to my eyes. Of course, that's just an expression. Crying is a cardinal sin in District One. I could never bring such shame to my mother. A young boy screamed for his mother and I was rocked with the almost physical force of another memory.
It had been one of his good days - the ones where I let myself dare to hope maybe he would become a real father- scenarios my elder sister, Velvet, would have scoffed at. Apocryphal scenarios where he wraps me in his arms and swings me around when he arrives home instead of storming in and spitting order. Fantasies where he, rather than shoving me into a wall if I got him the wrong drink, instead laughed and showed me the right one. Where the sound of his boots on the floor didn't make me flinch, where I didn't wake to the sounds of him beating mother when she returned from one of her late night parties, the thumping and muffled screaming an echo in my mind as I drifted back to sleep. I wondered sometimes if the universe saw it and wanted to teach me not to be so pathetically naive. Surely there was some reason that the sharp corner of the coffee table was in the exact perfect position when he sent my baby sister sprawling into it. I could still hear the silence that followed her final, shallow breath. The jarringly incongruous chime of the grandfather clock that spurred the rest of my family into motion, as though reminding them of the other things they had to do. The way her cold cheek felt in my hand as I held her covertly that freezing night. When I woke in the morning her body was gone. We had never even spoken of her since. Everyone but me simply moved on as though she had never even existed. She was only nine, unable to work yet, so it's not as if the capitol cared. If they didn't, why should we?
I learned my lesson, though, and have never been so fatuous since. I allowed only the occasional slip in my cavalier facade, and only when no one could see. Maintaining indifference was an art I became highly skilled at. My years of training for the games taught me assiduity, determination, and resolve. I put these to good work, taking the fastidious care necessary to master myself just as I would a weapon and becoming a paragon of self control.
Still, though, when Saffron grabbed my shoulder and broke me out of my trance, my hand automatically went to the welt on my cheek. I almost winced at the pain sent jolting through me from just that slightest touch, searing and deep despite the days it has had to heal. As Saffron continued to gabble excitedly about the upcoming reaping, and the attractiveness of the various male volunteers for this year, I allowed my mind to wander to my own role in the upcoming games. I thought of my mother, carefully applying her exorbitantly expensive makeup to a hideous bruise, ignoring me as she prepared to dance all cares away. I would make her proud. I would make sure she never has to rely on licentious men for money ever again. Most importantly, I would show my father. He would see what I could do because of him and he would know that he needed to take the chance to get out before I returned. I wanted him to know what he taught me: what it was to live in constant fear. After I won I would seek him out wherever he hid. If he ever dares set foot in our house again I would make sure his death was slow.
For now, though, I would wait. Let him have this time before the Games begin. Let him believe he is safe. Patience was another skill I had honed in my years of self control. It wouldn't be long before I was victorious and could finally ensure the capital's protection for me and my family. Could relinquish control of my inexorable, incandescent fury, and feel the sublime caress of revenge well taken. Not long now.
Majesty Miraval, District One male (18)
I am the first person. There are no people. Only me. Chattering and noise and I can't be guilty of killing because I'm the only one with a SOUL. I don't see how would be a bad thing anyway. At the ACADAMY I see skittering ants with their drivaling opinions. All opinions no thoughts no THOUGHTS. They can't understand I'm above them I am too far above htem for them to understand. I would be lonely if I dind't have myself. Myself and Benevolence. No only me. No Benevolence. Me and she but no she there is no she she COULD be human one day but I don't believe she will. She thinks I love her. HA HA HA how can a perosn love an ameba? G.T.W.A.D but she does not see that. It's a funny world I live in. We live in. Me and her. Ameba.
Howitzers
Sapphire Street
C. darkness and decay and the read death I red that somewhere
4. be different be myself I know its true theyll see it someday
I am a good person. I would never hurt someone. People think that I would but I would not. They are wrong. Of course they are wrong because they cannot think not like I can they do not see that right is right they think right is to lie down and die like a dog when they come for you right is to take what is yours right is to not deny the truth CHAOS is truth SELFISHNESS is truth they are not human because they do not ALLOW themselves to be I try to tell them but they do not LISTEN they are mindless brainless thoughtless careless soulless lifeless I am a good person I would not take a life there is no life to take they do not listen they do not listen they do not listen if they would listen they would see I am trying to help I am their savior I am their god they do not listen to god GOD they are so stupi worthless little "lives" HA HA they call it a "life" I know what life is I can show them by taking what is not there to take by teaching them what life is self awareness I think I see I know I try to teach BENEVLENCE thinks she has life HA HA Benevelonce thinks she exists she exists when I let her when I do not see her she is not she thinks I love her I love myself and I love the part of her that is me she is ALL me I made her I birthed her I created her she is me she is my extension- keep this is mind I know it I know- There are no laws stopping me CAN'T YOU SEE THAT no laws that bind me because I am law I am LIFE I choose to grant it I choose tot ake it
They make me want to scream. They make me want to SCREAM. They make me want to scream. They make me want to scream. THEY MAKE ME want to SCREAM HA HA HA They make me want to scream. They-make-me-want to- They make me want to scream
8:43 PM Benevolence and I put confetti bombs on 6 people's doorsteps. Some of them screamed it was very funny. One of them died. That one was a hand grenade not confetti.
Not a very good day today (Marchtember 12th)- we toured on the rooftop watershed and bake rubber boats with Thomas and his chains. Right now they're lilies of the field are filling with flour but soon TAANSTAAFL like a rosebud in the pond. I think maybe soon, very soon maybe grounding the books will near the high tide. We were on our tarp to the sunshine days when Benevolence went all the way I'd like to seek out her green fields of hay.
Someday people will undestand these things then they will be people:
I am always always always always right
The only truth is that there is no truth
I AM NOT A FREAK!
I do wrong because it is right when I do it
Nothing really matters
NEVER EVER EVER DISAGREE WITH ME
Remeber how I said all those abusive boyfriend POVs made me feel dirty just writing them? Boy howdy I had to google some things to write Majesty's POV that definitely put me on a list.
Charm: Appearance: shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, light blue eyes, freckles all over face, long and thin
Majesty: Looks like Simon Martyn