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The Hunger Games RP
Coal Miner, from District 12.
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Triggering Content
The Hunger Games RP
Coal Miner, from District 12.
Layout filter by Bobbisbird • layout by twacoveys • Parody • Potential
Triggering Content
A minute from home but I feel so far from it
The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin
It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again
The things that I lost here, the people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin
It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again
The things that I lost here, the people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
May 22, 2025 at 7:01 AM
A minute from home but I feel so far from it
The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin
It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again
The things that I lost here, the people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin
It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again
The things that I lost here, the people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
Forge Wellbrook
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May 22, 2025 at 6:59 AM
— Yell, curse, swing if you need to. I’m here, Bonny, Hell who knows, if I hadn’t dragged your ass out of town, maybe you’d have been able to save your mama.”
He stood there, ready for whatever it was she was gonna give.
He stood there, ready for whatever it was she was gonna give.
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
— Yell, curse, swing if you need to. I’m here, Bonny, Hell who knows, if I hadn’t dragged your ass out of town, maybe you’d have been able to save your mama.”
He stood there, ready for whatever it was she was gonna give.
He stood there, ready for whatever it was she was gonna give.
—“Come on,” he growled, daring her. “You think bottling it up is strength? It’s not. It’s poison. You’re not dishonoring Koltin or your brother by just taking every punch they throw.
They’d hate this, seeing you choke on it. So take it out on me. Right now.—
They’d hate this, seeing you choke on it. So take it out on me. Right now.—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
—“Come on,” he growled, daring her. “You think bottling it up is strength? It’s not. It’s poison. You’re not dishonoring Koltin or your brother by just taking every punch they throw.
They’d hate this, seeing you choke on it. So take it out on me. Right now.—
They’d hate this, seeing you choke on it. So take it out on me. Right now.—
— before the Games stole her brother, then Koltin, then everything else. But he pushed it down. This was about her rage, her survival. He spread his arms slightly, offering himself as a target, his face hard with the same stubborn grit Koltin once had.—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
— before the Games stole her brother, then Koltin, then everything else. But he pushed it down. This was about her rage, her survival. He spread his arms slightly, offering himself as a target, his face hard with the same stubborn grit Koltin once had.—
— were fragile might set her off, hell even he wanted to punch himself for even saying it.
Forge stepped closer, close enough to see the tremble in her jaw, the fury and fear warring in her eyes. His heart ached for her, for the girl she’d been—
Forge stepped closer, close enough to see the tremble in her jaw, the fury and fear warring in her eyes. His heart ached for her, for the girl she’d been—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
— were fragile might set her off, hell even he wanted to punch himself for even saying it.
Forge stepped closer, close enough to see the tremble in her jaw, the fury and fear warring in her eyes. His heart ached for her, for the girl she’d been—
Forge stepped closer, close enough to see the tremble in her jaw, the fury and fear warring in her eyes. His heart ached for her, for the girl she’d been—
— at your brother for not making it, maybe even at me for standing here when they’re gone. So scream it, hit me, do something. I can take it. I’m not them, I’m not fragile, and I’m not leaving you out here to rot in this.”
He knew the insulting suggestion that Koltin and Her brother—
He knew the insulting suggestion that Koltin and Her brother—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
— at your brother for not making it, maybe even at me for standing here when they’re gone. So scream it, hit me, do something. I can take it. I’m not them, I’m not fragile, and I’m not leaving you out here to rot in this.”
He knew the insulting suggestion that Koltin and Her brother—
He knew the insulting suggestion that Koltin and Her brother—
— Forge’s chest tightened, thinking of Koltin’s grin, his brother’s fire, and the way Bonny had loved him. And now she was fighting to keep the pieces together.
“Let it out, Bonny,” he pressed, his voice rising, a challenge. “You’re mad, at the Capitol, at the Games, at Koltin for dying,—
“Let it out, Bonny,” he pressed, his voice rising, a challenge. “You’re mad, at the Capitol, at the Games, at Koltin for dying,—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
— Forge’s chest tightened, thinking of Koltin’s grin, his brother’s fire, and the way Bonny had loved him. And now she was fighting to keep the pieces together.
“Let it out, Bonny,” he pressed, his voice rising, a challenge. “You’re mad, at the Capitol, at the Games, at Koltin for dying,—
“Let it out, Bonny,” he pressed, his voice rising, a challenge. “You’re mad, at the Capitol, at the Games, at Koltin for dying,—
— He stepped closer, his dark eyes locked on hers, unyielding. The ground between them was a graveyard of memories; Koltin’s last stand in the arena, her brother’s blood on the sand a year earlier, the bombs that erased their home.—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
— He stepped closer, his dark eyes locked on hers, unyielding. The ground between them was a graveyard of memories; Koltin’s last stand in the arena, her brother’s blood on the sand a year earlier, the bombs that erased their home.—
— Your brother, Koltin, your mom, District 12, all of it’s tearing you apart. I see it, the anger you’re swallowing. The Capitol took them, and you’re acting like you can just hold it in, like it won’t burn you from the inside out. You’re pissed, and you should be. So stop hiding it.”—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
— Your brother, Koltin, your mom, District 12, all of it’s tearing you apart. I see it, the anger you’re swallowing. The Capitol took them, and you’re acting like you can just hold it in, like it won’t burn you from the inside out. You’re pissed, and you should be. So stop hiding it.”—
—And now her mother and her home were gone. Forge felt it too—the ache of his family’s absence, the ghost of his brother in every mirror, but Bonny was drowning, and he couldn’t let her sink
“Bonny,” he said, his voice low, cutting through the wind like a hammer on steel. “You’re carrying too much—
“Bonny,” he said, his voice low, cutting through the wind like a hammer on steel. “You’re carrying too much—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
—And now her mother and her home were gone. Forge felt it too—the ache of his family’s absence, the ghost of his brother in every mirror, but Bonny was drowning, and he couldn’t let her sink
“Bonny,” he said, his voice low, cutting through the wind like a hammer on steel. “You’re carrying too much—
“Bonny,” he said, his voice low, cutting through the wind like a hammer on steel. “You’re carrying too much—
—and Forge, with his steady resolve, saw the anger she buried deep. It was in the way her fingers clutched the ring, the way her breath shook, the way she stood like she might shatter.
Koltin’s death had broken her, but losing her brother in the Games the year before had cracked her foundation.—
Koltin’s death had broken her, but losing her brother in the Games the year before had cracked her foundation.—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
—and Forge, with his steady resolve, saw the anger she buried deep. It was in the way her fingers clutched the ring, the way her breath shook, the way she stood like she might shatter.
Koltin’s death had broken her, but losing her brother in the Games the year before had cracked her foundation.—
Koltin’s death had broken her, but losing her brother in the Games the year before had cracked her foundation.—
The losses stacked like stones on their shoulders, and Forge could see Bonny buckling under the weight. He watched her, the girl who’d once been a spark in District 12, now an ember struggling to burn.
Her grief was a storm, wild and suppressed,—
Her grief was a storm, wild and suppressed,—
May 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
The losses stacked like stones on their shoulders, and Forge could see Bonny buckling under the weight. He watched her, the girl who’d once been a spark in District 12, now an ember struggling to burn.
Her grief was a storm, wild and suppressed,—
Her grief was a storm, wild and suppressed,—
— still at a steep price.
“Holy hell this is good.” He said mouth still full.
“Holy hell this is good.” He said mouth still full.
April 16, 2025 at 12:41 PM
— still at a steep price.
“Holy hell this is good.” He said mouth still full.
“Holy hell this is good.” He said mouth still full.
—“You were going to marry him, you were going to be my family, and you still are as far as I’m concerned. So I’m gonna protect you, even if you hate me for it.”
April 16, 2025 at 12:37 PM
—“You were going to marry him, you were going to be my family, and you still are as far as I’m concerned. So I’m gonna protect you, even if you hate me for it.”
—You’re still Bonny Sky, the Covey girl who outran Peacekeepers at fourteen, who made Koltin laugh so hard he cried, who—” He stopped, swallowing hard. “Who my brother loved more than anything in this world.”—
April 16, 2025 at 12:37 PM
—You’re still Bonny Sky, the Covey girl who outran Peacekeepers at fourteen, who made Koltin laugh so hard he cried, who—” He stopped, swallowing hard. “Who my brother loved more than anything in this world.”—
—The Hunger Games, the bombing of 12, the sterile walls of 13—they’d carved them into something harder, something jagged.
“You’re not me.” he said fiercely, his voice rising despite himself. “You’re standing here, breathing, fighting, even if you don’t feel it.—
“You’re not me.” he said fiercely, his voice rising despite himself. “You’re standing here, breathing, fighting, even if you don’t feel it.—
April 16, 2025 at 12:37 PM
—The Hunger Games, the bombing of 12, the sterile walls of 13—they’d carved them into something harder, something jagged.
“You’re not me.” he said fiercely, his voice rising despite himself. “You’re standing here, breathing, fighting, even if you don’t feel it.—
“You’re not me.” he said fiercely, his voice rising despite himself. “You’re standing here, breathing, fighting, even if you don’t feel it.—
—not when she needed him to be steady against the storm of her emotions.
Forge fought the urge to pull her into his arms, like he had when that reaping day changed their lives forever. But they weren’t those kids anymore.—
Forge fought the urge to pull her into his arms, like he had when that reaping day changed their lives forever. But they weren’t those kids anymore.—
April 16, 2025 at 12:37 PM
—not when she needed him to be steady against the storm of her emotions.
Forge fought the urge to pull her into his arms, like he had when that reaping day changed their lives forever. But they weren’t those kids anymore.—
Forge fought the urge to pull her into his arms, like he had when that reaping day changed their lives forever. But they weren’t those kids anymore.—
—“You’re not wrong,” he admitted, his jaw tight. “I shut down. And it was a mistake. It didn’t bring Koltin back.Or my Ma, it didn’t hurt the Capitol. It just… let them win a little more.” His voice cracked, and he cursed himself for it. He wasn’t supposed to break, not now,—
April 16, 2025 at 12:37 PM
—“You’re not wrong,” he admitted, his jaw tight. “I shut down. And it was a mistake. It didn’t bring Koltin back.Or my Ma, it didn’t hurt the Capitol. It just… let them win a little more.” His voice cracked, and he cursed himself for it. He wasn’t supposed to break, not now,—
— not like you, and not like Koltin was with you.” He stepped closer, the leaves crushing beneath his boots, close enough to see the way her fingers trembled around the ring. Her grief was a living thing, a melody of pain that threatened to consume her, and Forge felt the weight of it in his bones—
April 16, 2025 at 12:37 PM
— not like you, and not like Koltin was with you.” He stepped closer, the leaves crushing beneath his boots, close enough to see the way her fingers trembled around the ring. Her grief was a living thing, a melody of pain that threatened to consume her, and Forge felt the weight of it in his bones—
—not when her heart made her feel everything so deeply, so dangerously.
“Bonny Sky,” he said, his voice low, steady, though it carried the weight of their shared scars. “I didn’t speak because I had no words. I was drowning, same as you are now. But I had never really been alive in the first place—
“Bonny Sky,” he said, his voice low, steady, though it carried the weight of their shared scars. “I didn’t speak because I had no words. I was drowning, same as you are now. But I had never really been alive in the first place—
April 16, 2025 at 12:37 PM
—not when her heart made her feel everything so deeply, so dangerously.
“Bonny Sky,” he said, his voice low, steady, though it carried the weight of their shared scars. “I didn’t speak because I had no words. I was drowning, same as you are now. But I had never really been alive in the first place—
“Bonny Sky,” he said, his voice low, steady, though it carried the weight of their shared scars. “I didn’t speak because I had no words. I was drowning, same as you are now. But I had never really been alive in the first place—