suggestions are welcome c:

+ district one
district one is closest to the capitol in terms of relations. its main produce is luxury items such as jewellery and the like for capitol citizens. as the wealthiest district, district one often trains children from a young age to be ready to go into the hunger games, and as such, district one has the largest amount of victors. these trained children are known as 'careers' or 'career tributes'. rather ridiculous captitol-esque names are often used in this district. often based around the items produced in the district. (ex: glimmer, cashmere, satin). during the reapings, it is not uncommon for volunteers* to offer to go into the games, due to their training and hunger for victor status.
 
+ district two
district two is multi-faceted in the things it produces for the capitol. it is on a similar level as district one with the capitol, due to its proximity and help in arming the capitol. its areas of expertise are masonry and weapon-making, but the district is also in charge of hiring and training peacekeepers*. the district is made up of small villages, all of which are centred around a mine. this is another district which employs career training. names often follow patterns of greek-roman influence. (ex: cato, enobaria, brutus)
 
+ district three
district three is responsible for the reason that panem is so well-equipped with new technology (hovercrafts, the arenas, holos, etc). it is in charge of the creation and maintainance of electronics and technology. before the uprising, district three was one of the richest districts, but it was one of the main instigators of the war. now, its citizens live in abject poverty, but are itching to rebel again. the district is full of sharp minds and people ready to supply the rebellion in any way they can. its names are reasonably normal comparatively, but are often in someway related to technology (ex: beetee, wiress)
 
+ district four
a coastal district, district four is another reasonably wealthy district which trains career tributes, admittedly with less gusto than is employed in 1+2. district four is one of the warmer places and there aren't many days when the sun isn't shining and the citizens aren't out in the water. it specialises in fishing and producing seafood for all the districts and the capitol, ad since children are used to work from a young age, by the time they enter the hunger games, they are adept swimmers and can create nets and fish-hooks among other things from scratch. they have also shown aptitudes for finding the most edible food in the the games. while a close district to the capitol, it is another rebellious district, and eager to assist in the uprisings. names have a pattern based on names that came before the apocalypse, some simply edited (ex: finnick, annie, mags)
 
+ district five
district five's speciality is power and electricity. they supply and generate energy for the entire nation. its citizens - similar to those in district three - are clever and resourceful, often outwitting opponents in the games, even at a young age. little is known of district five's daily life, other than it is likely a sustainable district, due to the small amount of children claiming tesserae*. nothing is known of naming patterns.
 
+ district six
the main industry in district six is transportation, despite the general dislike of travelling which is common throughout the district. another common factor in the district is a widespread morphling addiction. morphling is a strong painkiller, similar to morphine which is produced by the district. its effects can drive a person mad long term. the people are quick learners, but are heavily oppressed and have a 'weary cattle feel' to them. due to the rough treatment practiced by their peacekeepers, they would prove a steadfast ally in the planned rebellion. little is known of their naming patterns, thought their loves for colours and art suggests the use of historical names, from before the apocalypse (ex: titus)
 
+ district seven
district seven is a large, yet poor district which specialises in lumber and the production of paper and other such things. its' inhabitants are strong due to their work, but quite possibly underfed. it has a reasonable amount of victors, yet not so much as career districts or ones with better resources. it is largely covered in forests. their naming pattterns are indecisive, yet always indicate strength, with a mixture of pre-apocalypse and modern. (ex: blight, johanna)
 
+ district eight
arguably one of the poorest districts in panem, district eight specialises in textiles and the making of clothing. it is a strictly urban place, much like a victorian-era london. its houses are cramped and close together, and the district holds the strong scent of the many factories that its industries depend on. it has one of the laregst tesserae claim lists. this is another district with a mix of - often outlandish - modern and traditional names, sometimes blending the two. (ex: paylor, twill, woof, cecelia, bonnie)
 
+ district nine
district nine is another particularly urban district, though it has a marginal amount of wealth compared to districts like eight and seven, giving it a middling income. its industry is grain, which is produced and distributed to all the districts, allowing them all to produce their most popular food source: bread. it is an important district, yet it has a small pool of victors, which can possibly be attributed to its urban areas and lack of natural experience.
 
+ district ten
the main industry in district ten is livestock. it is vital in panem, due to the distribution of meat. it is another district of average to low wealth, and is a mixture of urban and rural areas. everything about the district is decidedly average, right down to the number of victors. the district is restless and ready to assist and be involved in the uprisings. the names are reasonably normal, yet they follow a rather higher class 21st century american pattern. (ex: dalton, etc)
 
+ district eleven
on a poverty level with district eight, district eleven specialises in agriculture. its inhabitants are mainly dark-skinned. it is a reasonably large district, yet it is forced under the capitol's rule. almost everything from each harvest goes to the capitol, causing a great deal of malnutrition in the district. its peacekeepers are particularly strict and cruel, and operate on a public punishment regime. if anyone is seen to take from the harvests, they are publicly whipped and torture is not uncommon. naming patterns are similar to their harvests and are very agricultural in basis. (ex: rue, thresh, chaff, seeder)
 
+ district twelve
undisputedly the poorest of all of the districts, even the "wealthy" of district twelve are not all that rich, and earn just enought to get by. this wealthier section is known as the merchant sector. the poorer section is called the seam, and is almost a slum. typically, those from the seam have darker hair and eyes, while the merchants are lighter haired and skinned.the district often doesn't have any power and the electrical fences around the district are mostly turned off, meaning that some inhabitants can escape into the woods to hunt. the district has the highest rate of starvation, and its people are mostly fed due to the existence of a black market, known as the hob. its main industry is coal mining, though it has a considerable amount of medicines as well. in the hunger games, twelve is at the biggest disadvantage, since the children learn nothing of their district's main trade until they turn eighteen, which is above reaping age. there have only ever been four victors from district twelve, two of whom won on a stroke of luck. only three of those victors are still alive - two males and a female. due to the lack of food and resource in the district, its few peacekeepers are usually open to bending the rules and do not operate on a policy of punishment where poaching is involved. names follow patterns depending on their parents' trades (ex: baker's son; peeta. doctor's daughter: katniss, primrose)
 
+ district thirteen
supposedly obliterated during the first rebellion, district thirteen were the manufacturers of nuclear weapons. they threatened to nuke the capitol unless they were given their freedom, so they capitol allowed them to go underground and make a new life for themselves...then they bombed the top and recorded the footage, allowing everyone else in panem to believe that they were no more. in fact, they were actively trying to bring the capitol down, by plotting with victors and secret rebel schemes. they have been instrumental in the rebllions, yet they are almost as bad as the capitol in their militance and ruthlessness, and offer no sentimentality or lenience.
 
terminology:
 
* volunteers:
the reaping does have options. if a child is picked, another can volunteer to go in their place and they are instantly replaced as tribute, no questions asked. this is commonplace in the career districts, where the more experienced fighters will volunteer to go so that they have a larger chance of winning.
 
* peacekeepers:
basically the police force. an oppression force who report back to the capitol. only in district twelve do they show any lenience, and that is not well-known by the capitol.
 
* career tribute pack:
those in districts 1, 2 + 4 who are reaped often band together to ensure that one of them win. district four are the most likely to refuse or not end up in the pack. those from 1 + 2 are always in the career pack.
 
* tesserae:
the capitol offers a service, in which children of reaping age can take out extra food for their families. one tessera provides enough grain and oil for one person for a month. every month, it is replenished. a tessera lasts for a year. one tessera means one extra entry into the reaping, making the chances of being picked much larger. you can take out as many tesserae as is needed, but each one means another entry. if you took an extra one out in your first year in the reaping, by your last year, there would be twenty-four entires with your name.
 
* the reaping:
children from the ages of twelve to eighteen can be reaped. the ceremony involves all the district's children in one area, with a stage. they are separated by gender and then age brackets. it is a day where all the children wear their best clothes for luck, and is an evening of celebration for those who are not chosen. each year, the amount of entries your name has adds up.
first year: one entry ; second year: two entries ; etc

pictures need clipping for all of them sigh.
 
okay.
we have...
 
aaron + sam
eddie + ___
nikolaj + ___
sean + ___
 

i already have a backstory idea for nikolaj, i think c:

includes the idea from the hunger games, and anything from the quarter quell onwards is my plot idea.

shale, screen your worry,
from what you won't even fine
[ roslyn // bon iver ]
 
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cosette had been born into a brothel. her mother had been sent away shortly after her birth, and occasionally, she was visited by her father - a lesser lord of the vale. frequently, he offered her a place in his home. not as his daughter, as she'd originally thought, but as a chambermaid for his trueborn children. respectfully, she declined each time, more inclined to do less work and earn more gold. she was not touched by a man until she was fourteen, but she had long since learned how to please one. the life of a wh-ore suited her for the most part. it could get tiring, but her looks and youth left her desired. so she was allowed to have the more prestigious clients; the ones who would pay more to have her for a night. she often had longer breaks. in the vale, brothels were just a little quieter.
 
she was having a reasonably good day so far. for the first time in a while, she had not had to spend time wiping the cum of an old lord off her face. it was not that she was opposed - it was not her place to dictate - but it got old. far older than a lot of her clients. she was working that evening. dressed in the usual silks of a wh-ore, she wandered around the main house, barefoot. the thin silks were clasped at the shoulders with silver hooks, but concealed nothing. the pale gold material dipped to her hips at either side, far between her breasts at the front and down to the small of her back. as requested by the owner of the house. she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and she was pulled into a room just off the main house. for more elegant customers. the girl who had grabbed her - satin - pulled her onto a chaise and moved the top of her dress of of the way to wrap her lips around the peak of cosette's breast.
 
knowing that it was simply a ploy for clients to pay more, she slid her hand up the other girl's thigh, pulling her silks with her. she ran her fingers along the other girl, carefully thrusting them into her while she moaned above her. giggling softly, cosette continued to play with her, easing her towards an orgasm for the sake of the men in the room. after a few moments, there was a click across the hall where her boss stood, a tall man, half concealed in shadows. the woman glared at cosette as she and satin walked out to stand in front of her.
"do you want one or both of them, my lord?" her boss asked the shadowy man in a voice laced with far too much courtesy. when he answered, satin was sent away and cosette offered a delicate hand to the man.
"come with me, m'lord." she requested softly, not making eye contact. not yet. that would come later. she led him from the hall into a private room off the side, closing the door behind him. "what can i do for you, ser?" she asked softly, peeking up at him finally.

so show me family,
all the blood that i will bleed,
i don't know where i went wrong,
but i can write this song
[ ho hey // the lumineers ]
 
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gwen tapped her nails against the desk, absently staring out of the window. her attention was hard to hold at the best of times, but in first period math? practically impossible. it wasn't that she had major issues with the subject - she got by with a c most of the time, an occasional b thrown in when she really found the subject easy. a very occasional b. of course, the thing that mostly held her attention to get these b's was her teacher. mr locke was pretty much the epitome of a high school crush. deep blue eyes, tall, a pretty awesome person, and just generally attractive. gwen liked. so rather than paying attention to his lecture, she let her eyes glaze over and instead occupied herself with her fun little fantasies. none would ever happen, of course - though she certainly wished that they would. but no, mr locke - james, she though his name was? or jake. something with a j - was far too professional to ever have an affair with a student. even an eighteen year old. sigh.
 
of course, he was bound to notice that she'd stopped paying attention and when a pair of fingers clicked in front of her darkened eyes, she jumped in shock, before smiling sheepishly. "sorry, sir." she murmured, turning back to the front. typically, he interrupted a rather vivid daydream involving his desk. sigh. she wanted. when everyone got to work, she started to absently doodle in the margin, deciding that the lesson had already been mostly wasted. the bll rang not later, and as she was leaving, he called her over. sighing and more than ready to go to her drama class (one that *would* keep her attention), she headed over. "sir?" he explained that while he grades were a pass, they needed to be higher for her to stay a cheerleader and in the musical, because the other teachers thought that she was slacking. great. despite the fact that she would never need to use trigonometry to go into the theatre industry, she apparently had to be getting b's in each subject to be allowed. which was fine. she had taken italian as her language, since it was her first language, and english, history and biology were easy enough. it was just maths. great.
 
tutoring.
 
she needed fucking tutoring.
 
reluctantly agreeing to come back that evening since she didn't have a practice or a rehearsal, gwen left, heading to her theatre classes. a few hours later, the final bell had rung and she'd called her parents, letting them know that she wouldn't be back until later. top two buttons undone, and her tie still loose, she let her hair down from the ponytail she'd kept it in, too warm after being in biology. having sealed windows on a hot day wasn't great. but hey - it would be winter soon. it was oddly warm for october. she knocked on the door to her maths classroom, before letting herself in. "sir." she greeted dryly, before putting her bag down, taking a seat in her normal place, fanning herself with her script for the play. "how long will this take? i need to let my mom know what time i'll be home." to say that she was unimpressed with the current situation was an understatement.

i'll pick your feet up off of the ground,
and never ever let you down
[ grade eight // ed sheeran ]
 
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gwen was having the most wonderful day. she received a call from her agent that morning, asking her whether she was free for a few months. why? because her auditions and off-off-broaday and community productions had all paid off. she had been cast as christine in phantom. it was all down to her fantastic, sweet-talking agent and her ability to improvise even in normal conversation, but she had it. the part. her dream role. fantastic. she'd had to teach for the rest of the day, but it had bene amazing. her classes were easy and sweet and last thing she had her favourite - five and six year olds for ballet.
 
when the class ended, maddie o'connor still waited around and gwen went over, tapping her shoulder gently, "come on inside, sweetheart. you can stay with me until your daddy is here to pick you up." she offered a hand and the small girl took it happily, walking with gwen back into the studio. she turned the music back on and ran through some things from the lesson with maddie, perfecting her posture and getting her positions one through four absolutely perfect. she was tall for her age, and skinny, despite her baby fat. she would be stunning. and she would grow into the long and willowy build of a ballerina.
 
when it was long past six and no one had arrived to pick her up, gwen was getting worried. she decided to wait until a little after seven, before driving her back towards her house to see if anyone was in. but she understood; she'd never met maddie's father, though she had seen a picture (tristan showed her one earlier just so she knew who to look for when he came to pick her up). she knew that he was a single father, who was a break out in the film industry. she had actually seen a few of the films he'd written and directed and he was good. he would be snapped up to go big-time in no measure of time at all.
 
gently taking maddie's hands, gwen danced her around the room, the music joined by peals of laughter from both of them. she ran through longer steps with her, helping her to leap properly, holding her up while she got the positions, and dancing around just for the sheer hell of it. such a wonderful little girl. when she heard a noise coming from the entry to the studio and turned, seeing a man stood in the doorway, looking harassed and exhausted, but with a tender smile on his lips. maddie ran towards him, leaping into his arms, yelling out daddy. gwen smiled, flicking off the music. it was ten to seven...about an hour and a half late. ouch. must have been bad.
 
"mr. o'connor." she smiled, walking over, "i'm gwen, maddie's teacher." he had bright blue eyes which matched his daughter's to a tee, and he towered over gwen, displaying where maddie's height came from. attractive men. she instantly felt her teeth digging into her lip, but she chastised herself and relaxed.
parent of a student.
unethical.
totally unethical.
but attractive man.

and with a feeling i'll forget,
i'm in love now
[ kiss me // ed sheeran ]
 
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charli was having a good day. it had started - as most days do - when she woke up. her spaniel had leapt onto her bed and crawled to sit practically on her boobs while she nudged charli awake. when she grudingly opened her eyes, she noticed how light it was and remembered that she didn't have to be in work until ten thirty. bliss. as it was only nine, she took her time getting dressed and eating some food, the cavalier king charles puppy winding herself around the blonde's feet.
 
when she found her favourite dress in the back of the wardrobe, it improved dramatically once more. the dress was a cute sage green sundress, patterned with thin white flowers and vines. she adored it. all summery and stuff. pairing it with wedges, she grabbed her bag, sending the puppy back to her bed, before locking up the apartment. on the walk down to the bakery, she passed through a market, where a sweet older man running a flower stall gave her a tulip from the bunch she'd been admiring. she was practically beaming by the time she got into the bakery, and relieved the two college students she had working for her.
 
she was twenty-three years old a week ago. already successful. already happy. while she had always wanted to settle in somewhere like savannah or georgia, she found herself drawn to stay in new york after her college. sure, she wasn't *technically* in the city, but rather a small town that was outside the city, but only a fifteen minute walk to actual new york. more to the point, it was the perfect place for her bakery.
 
it was quiet when she got in, and she served a few people over the half hour, but the café part only had one or two patrons, including a lovely old couple who spent every wednesday morning seated there from nine until well after twelve, usually. charli was good friends with the two, and always made sure that there was plenty of her special desserts ready for them. since the morning rush had passed, and lunchtime hadn't arrived, she was somewhat stuck for what to do, so she started to go through the stock, putting some in the recycling, before icing the next batch of cupcakes. by the time that the door rang, she was done with her tasks and cleaning her hands.
"hi, can i help you?"

love's so strange, so real in the dark
[ don't you // simple minds ]
 
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cosette's hair swung to her hips in a thick braid that reminded her - once again - of her desperate need for a good hair cut. she liked it long, but she could sit on it now. it was far too hard to manage, and it often got in the way. but she had the feeling that adam liked her long hair. even so. split ends. she swept it out of the way, checking that her coral nail polish was fully dry and hard, before leaving her room. she went downstairs, wrapped up in a robe of the same colour. once she'd milled around for long enough, she re-traced her earlier steps, half-dancing up the stairs.
 
since her behaviour wasn't always wonderful, adam had started to limit time in the playroom. it was reserved now for when she was behaving properly. she had to hand it to adam, it was certainly an effective way of keeping her under control. stepping inside, she smiled, slipping from the robe. somehow, she managed to calm herself for a few moments, allowing her to step into her second persona - her submissive side. it was hard, but she basically had to step into another facet of her personality in order to submit properly. there had been a few amazing times when that hadn't needed to happen, but she was finding it hard to slip into subspace. but when it did...stunning. she'd been on a high for weeks...but then came the drops.
 
by now, adam was careful to help her through the aftermath of their sessions, but they had accepted that there would always be little drops that they couldn't help, until she was stronger as a submissive. their better communication had helped to slow these to the point where they were more rare, but it still worried her. she tried not to think on it too much, knowing that it would simply make things worse. but she dropped. badly, sometimes.
 
hearing his car in the driveway, she hung up the robe and went into the centre of the room, falling into his proferred position. knowing she had time, she corrected her posture and closed her eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths. show time.
 
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this was really boring and i'm sorry? but it's quite generic as far as intros go, so i threw in the dropping for dramzzzzzzz~~