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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 22, 2019 0:45:30 GMT -5
(Voted and I'm second guessing myself. I was just gonna rp him entering a his own personal heaven but then got this crazy idea. He accepts an offer to willingly go to a purgatory/limbo possibly similar to the maze complete it then he can enter his paradise. I didn't want to spotlight or add anything supernatural to a realistic rp even though it's done with)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Apr 22, 2019 0:47:47 GMT -5
(Ooh that's interesting!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 1:23:08 GMT -5
Hi! Ooh Chaos I love that header
I’m gonna work on a reply)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 1:33:49 GMT -5
I love both of those ideas for Catullus by the way. He and Livia can totes become enemies. Imagine her going to see him when either they’ve really injured him or they have him locked away somewhere or something like that.
I feel like they could just kill him, but I don’t know if it’d be sadder if they just keep patching him up and putting him right back on air and it’s just a hell he can never escape)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 1:58:26 GMT -5
Catullus could see through her smile instantly. He knew that smile, it was the same smile he gave. The one that didn’t quite reach his eyes but which was enough to assure the Capitol that he was positively thrilled to be doing his job. Mallory was doing okay, he knew. She was already doing the best thing she could; hiding her emotions from the Capitol.
“Of course, and understandably it was surprising to you,” Catullus responded “that final battle was fierce, as they so often are.”
Catullus really wished she hadn’t mentioned her brother, cos he knew what that meant he had to do not.
“Ah, yes, how are you coping with Pascal’s death? We do have to review some key deaths from the Games in this interview, so we might as well review what happened to Pascal now. Here he is after his fight with Elias...”
A hologram screen appeared on the desk between them, showing an injured Pascal moving through the maze. And then the blast of electricity which killed him; he was thrown backwards somewhat, and hit the back of his head on the wall of the maze. Though it did seem like he’d been dead before he hit his head. Either way, Pascal stared with unblinking eyes through the screen. Catullus shut it down, perhaps a little too quickly to be considered normal.
He felt so sorry for Mallory. Why had they told Catullus to do this? Still, he reached a comforting hand over to touch Mallory’s. At the same time he gave it a small, subtle squeeze in an attempt at an apology and at sympathy, but also to tell her to be strong.
“Now losing Pascal must be a lot to deal with, Mallory. How are you coping?” he said sympathetically, with a slight softness to his voice
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 2:10:07 GMT -5
(Oooh yes I saw it I’m so excited Okay so for Catullus are we going with the thing where he keeps getting seriously hurt by the Capitol and put right back on air as a warning? Or something else? Hmm idk)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Apr 22, 2019 2:22:15 GMT -5
Yeah I'm good with that! Ooh what if he says something that could harm Livia's status and that's why she turns against him?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 2:24:20 GMT -5
Okay sounds good to me, we’ll do the back on air thing.
Ooh interesting what do you think he should say?)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Apr 22, 2019 2:32:40 GMT -5
(Hmm what's something that could condemn her in the capitol's eyes? Maybe she had been secretly helping people escape their district and he accidentally says something about it and in order to save herself and her underground railroad thing, she has to turn on him?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 2:33:42 GMT -5
(Ooh interesting! Definitely I could have him say that)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Apr 22, 2019 2:50:20 GMT -5
(ok cool! well I'm heading to bed! goodnight!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 2:50:53 GMT -5
(Goodnight!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 22, 2019 11:49:51 GMT -5
I just realized in all my years of rolplaying this is the first Hunger Game rp where it actually finishes. )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 11:51:46 GMT -5
I just realized in all my years of rolplaying this is the first Hunger Game rp where it actually finishes. ) So true)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 22, 2019 13:04:27 GMT -5
I just realized in all my years of rolplaying this is the first Hunger Game rp where it actually finishes. ) So true) (Very true. I’ll respond soon :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 13:05:12 GMT -5
No problem!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 22, 2019 13:19:41 GMT -5
Mallory nodded as he began, that was very true. When Elara killed Felix, who was heartbroken due to the death of Kora, Mallory was stunned. She was sure Elara would kill her. Looking back, Mallory wishes she did. She really hated being the winner, the one alive. The one to feel all this guilt. But a sicker part of her gloried in being alive.
She let him continue, his comments about the final battle didn’t require anymore response other than a nod. So a nod she gave.
Yet his words stunned her, leaving her softly asking, “What fight with Elias?” Yet she turned her attention to the screen regardless. She watched, noting him, wanting to cry for him to watch out because she knew he was about to die. She expected to see a tribute bashing his head in, or a trap killing him. Not for him to be shot back by a burst of electricity.
She couldn’t move, and suddenly it felt like there was not enough air for her here. She registered words, some shaking in her body. The screen was out now, but the image was marred in her mind. She couldn’t form a thought, it was like she was drowning and it was just her mind trying to reason with her.
When her hand was touched and squeezed, she flashed back to reality, taking a breath. It was shaky, some tears were in her eyes, but she wiped them away. She had to continue onwards. She had to, because she knew what the Capital did if you didn’t appease them. But sadness still covered her, “I’m not,” she said, shakily, “But I’m trying for him.” She whispered.
”I thought he was killed by the careers, Kora, Felix. I thought he was far enough away if he was alive. I never thought he would have died because of it,”
The unspoken words were because of me, and that’s all her mind could register.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 13:20:46 GMT -5
(I’ll get a response up soon)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 13:48:16 GMT -5
Also I think this is gonna be his last question so he can have his little outburst after the interview in the post after)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 22, 2019 13:50:07 GMT -5
(Alright :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 13:58:20 GMT -5
At her soft question, Catullus paused for a moment. Of course. He’d forgotten.
“Oh, my apologies, darling,” Catullus responded, with a hint of genuine apology in his voice “you didn’t know. Pascal and Elias made a deal in secret in the Games that Elias would kill Pascal if you tried to sacrifice yourself for him. In return, Pascal agreed to kill Elias if he were to change in the Arena. Sadly, as does happen to so many tributes in the Games, Elias did change. He became rather aggressive and bloodthirsty while the two boys were separated from yourself and Jensyn. He fought Elias and ended up killing him, but not before sustaining some considerable injuries.”
He watched in silence as Mallory processed the images she was seeing, his brows pulling together in sympathy. His breath hitches as he watched Pascal die, and his gut wrenched as he looked at the expressions on Mallory’s face. He knew that face all too well. He knew what she was going through.
“I know dear, and I’m very sorry. This is a terrible loss for you and your family, and I’m sure all of Panem’s hearts go out to you and your family, along with every family who lost a child in this year’s Games. But I’m sure we can all agree that Pascal would be very proud that you survived, can’t we ladies and gentlemen?”
The crowd gave a sober clap, clearly wanting to show their affirmation without spoiling the mood.
But after a moment, Catullus was still calm, but with a less somber demeanour. They’d moved past the difficult subject, so it was his job to lift the mood again.
“I’d like to congratulate you, Mallory, on your victory. You are now a victor, and I’m sure I speak on behalf of victors in the Capitol and across Panem when I say we’re very lucky to have a smart young lady like yourself among our number. Now, your next step is your victory tour, but we’re all dying to know; what’s next for Mallory Libelle? Do you have any plans on what you’d like to do now you’ve won the historic 100tn Games?”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 22, 2019 14:34:45 GMT -5
Mallory nodded numbly. So that explained so much, all the little secret meetings Pascal and Elias had. But the news didn’t make Elias any less dear to her, she understood fully well that pressure. Her yearn to avenge her family and live up to her words spurred her actions. She couldn’t blame Elias for his. He didn’t kill Pascal. She did. She learned that from the video.
Afterwards, she just listened, she couldn’t bring herself to speak. The applause didn’t really help. She knew that most were clapping due to the drama. This must have been very entertaining to them. Such a heartbreaking thriller. A sister attempts to avenge her brother she thought was dead, and instead kills him in her attempt. They irony of it was very pleasing, and it sickened her.
She just smiled though, and waved. “I really appreciate,” what a lie, “the support of Panem helps in this time, and I want to say to all the families of the tributes, your children were truly brave, courageous, amazing.” She smiled softly, “I’ll always remember my allies, and my fellow tributes.” That much was true, and it wasn’t said in rebellion. She’s didn’t discourage the games, she couldn’t risk more people dying because of her. So she kept it to that. She wanted to say something though.
When the topic changed, she was glad. She tapped her finger to her chin in thought, “Well, I have some talents, apparently.” She joked lightly, she had to please the people, even if she didn’t want to. “Winning the games showed me some I didn’t exactly know I had. I want to do something creative.” I don’t want to go home, I don’t want to see the look on my parents face. On anyone’s face when they see me back, but my baby brother gone. She didn’t say that though, only thought it. “Maybe I’ll even move to the Capital.” She winked at that, a hidden message to Catullus, ones that revealed some of her thoughts.
”Whatever I do, I want to make sure the memory of Jensyn, of Elias, and of Pascal will live on.” She added, shrugging slightly, “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them.” And they’re not here because of me.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 15:04:46 GMT -5
You’re doing so well, Catullus wanted to tell Mallory, just keep going
He could see himself in her. The message she was trying to put out to him in her wink, the expression on her face when she’d seen her brother die. Her words about the other tributes. He knew what it was like to be her.
“Well I’m sure we all are very excited to see what the future holds for you, darling,” Catullus responded “and I hope our audience will follow your victory tour as well. But now, I’m afraid our time must end, and you have to go and celebrate your victory.”
He looked out to the audience, gesturing towards Mallory.
“And that was District 3’s very own Miss Mallory Libelle, our newest victor. Wasn’t she great?”
There was a pause after the audience’s applause, though, and the cameras were still on him. He didn’t plan what happened next, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“But now the 100th Games are over, and my work is done, which means I’m off the Capitol script,” Catullus said, eyes locked into the camera that was still filming, the audience stunned into silence. They hadn’t expected him to speak again.
“My name is Burton Acton, the victor of the 90th Hunger Games. And I’m going to speak out again now like I did years ago, because I don’t have anything to lose anymore. I have a message for all of Panem. I want the Games to end, no more so-called victors who live painful, guilt-filled lives. No more twelve-year-olds dying alone at the hands of another teenager. No more state-sanctioned murder. I can’t live in a society like this anymore, where people see the Games as heroic. A society of oppression, where children work long hours in dangerous jobs and die of starvation every day. And I know I am not the only one in the Capitol with these sentiments; I know a dear friend of mine smuggles people out of District 8”
He paused for a moment, his courage building, before he continued.
“The Capitol can kill me for this, and they probably will. Because the odds are not in anyone’s favour, and anyone who speaks out must be eliminated. But the districts need to rise up. There has to be some punishment for the Capitol that causes so much pain and hurt. If the districts unite, there’s no telling what we might be capable of. I don’t know if anyone will hear this message, but I hope my words get out there, because I’m taking a pretty huge damn risk doing this. All we do is kill and die, right? The Capitol has kept us busy by having us kill one another. But it’s time to turn the tables. So, to all of you in the Capitol tonight, watch out, darlings.”
His final word was filled with delicious venom and sarcasm, as he weaponised the word that had seemed to become pretty much his catchphrase over the last few years. He allowed himself to smirk at the camera.
“I refuse to continue to be your puppet. And your days are numbered.”
There was no way to tell if the cameras were still rolling, but he hoped they were capturing his words. He didn’t care when he was grabbed and restrained, and pulled harshly off the stage. He just kept his eyes locked on the cameras, never breaking eye contact once. He had a determined look in his eyes.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 22, 2019 15:14:03 GMT -5
(The rebellion starts with Burton.
Totally could see that.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 15:16:14 GMT -5
(Hahaha I will neither confirm nor deny whether Catullus started a revolution XD
His words were totally inspired by his interview with Mallory, he didn’t want to continue doing his job, he hated seeing people like her suffer. She seemed to him to be so much like him when he won his Games and he couldn’t let that cycle continue
Now, he has to be seriously hurt and punished but idk what to have the Capitol do to him)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 22, 2019 15:53:36 GMT -5
(Hm good question.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2019 15:56:32 GMT -5
Yeah I mean the obvious thing would be something highly visible like messing up his face because the Capitol are trying to send a message but maybe not cos he already has a scar there. I’m sure there are some nonessential body parts that he can have damaged or that he can even lose if necessary)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 22, 2019 20:06:16 GMT -5
They could severely burn a part of his body or make him drink something that messes up his organs?)
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Post by Sparky on Apr 22, 2019 22:17:42 GMT -5
Jensyn
Jensyn tumbled into another section of the maze, blinking through the blood that she had smeared across her face. She was delirious, pawing at the walls with her bloodied hands as she moved. A paranoia had rooted itself within her, fueled by the drugged atmosphere of her section of the maze and the loneliness that she had faced since her separation from Mallory. Knife in her right hand, Jensyn slid the tip of the blade across the metal walls. A high pitched yet soft screeching sound followed in her footsteps. Suddenly, she stopped.
Numbers. Scratches. Sporadic messages written in the coding that Mallory and Pascal had created as children. Code that she was know using subconsciously. She let her pack sag to the ground and turned in a few circles. At first, Jensyn didn't recognize the meaning of the marks. She stood there, alone, confused, searching for something that couldn't be found.
But in time, she did find it. Something clicked inside her head and brought a steady consciousness into her again. I've been here before, she thought, twirling around and trying to make sense of the numbers.
13. 1. 12. 13. 1. 12. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 13. 1. 12. 13. 1. 12. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 13. 1. 12. 13. 1. 12. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 13. 1. 12. 13. 1. 12. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 13. 1. 12. 13. 1. 12. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 13. 1. 12. 13. 1. 12. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 13. 1. 12. 13. 1. 12. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5.
Over and over and over again. Those were the numbers she recognized well. "Mallory," she whispered, trying to console herself in the best way she was able to. She traced one of the numbers with her fingertips slowly, whispering to herself the name.
Something else caught her attention. She looked down slightly and noticed a different string of numbers. Numbers that she wrote in her disillusioned state but didn't recognize now.
20. 8. 5. 16. 12. 1. 14. 20. 8. 5. 16. 12. 1. 14. 20. 8. 5. 16. 12. 1. 14. 20. 8. 5. 16. 12. 1. 14. 20. 8. 5. 16. 12. 1. 14.
"The plan..." she spoke, furrowing her brows. What did it mean? The plan. Another string of numbers seized her eyes. They were written much bigger than the others and had been etched in to overlap each other. They screamed importance.
19. 20. 1. 25. 1. 23. 1. 25.
"Stay away," Jensyn murmured, sliding her left hand across the numbers as she decoded them. She grimaced after noticing that a few of them had been traced in her blood.
6. 18. 15. 13. 20. 8. 5. 23. 1. 12. 12. 19.
"From the walls," she finished. Her hand circled the last nine once more before her eyes widened in recollection.
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