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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 20, 2019 1:43:41 GMT -5
(Me too! and yeah, of course!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2019 1:55:11 GMT -5
There was something about hearing somebody else say his new name for the first time that felt almost right. Strange, but right. He felt at the same time that he was always meant to be Catullus, but also that it was so jarringly different from who he had been before. He knew it signified the start of a new life for him, one in a gilded cage. But also one where his family was safe and could live off his victor’s winnings.
When she offered him the needle, he smiled and took it gratefully. He looked it over for a moment, feeling so reminded of home. He wished he knew how many times he’d pricked himself on one of these things.
“Thank you, so much,” he said, surprising himself by even giving Livia a hug. He would never have done that had they been in public, since it was better for both of their safety to hide their friendship. He appreciated everything that she had done and so he wanted to keep her safe. He was not going to mess things up and put her in danger. Because if it was clear that they were friends and Catullus messed up now that he was in the spotlight, she would be in danger.
He stuck the needle through the lapel of his jacket, so it shone there. He would wear it there on every suit he ever wore after that day. And even though he would later lose his family because of a stupid thing he said on air during the 91st Games, he could still always rely on Livia. They were different people than they had once been, but they could still trust one another. And that was all he needed.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2019 1:55:22 GMT -5
(Okay now for the interviews)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2019 2:09:23 GMT -5
As Catullus Acton waited to go on air, he stuck the needle he always wore onto his lapel. To make it easier and to make the needle more visible, Catullus has years ago had it mounted on a pin, so he could pin it on his lapel and the whole needle would rest on the surface of the material. Most just saw it as a reference to his District 8 origins or a hat-tip to Livia, because she was his former stylist and she wore a lot of blue. Nobody had come close to understanding how significant it actually was to Catullus and how much it meant to him. And that was the way it needed to be.
But now he was on air, smiling at the camera once again as if presenting these Games hadn’t been bringing back the nightmares he used to get every night. He almost never slept peacefully when he was presenting the Games, and these were no exception, they were worse if anything. The memories and the nightmares haunted him more than ever. Which was why his smile was a little stiff, despite how hard he was trying to conceal how he was feeling. Just as the makeup on his face concealed the scar on his cheek.
“Hello, Panem! Welcome back to the Games, darlings. So, a lot has been happening; infighting amongst the Careers, Kora killing Ania, Pascal killing Elias, and a shocking event being planned by Mallory. But most importantly, we are now down to 11 tributes, meaning we’re just past the midpoint of this year’s Games. I know! They’ve gone so fast. And that means that it’s time for our interview with the wonderful Livia Pulcheria.”
He was seated in the same chair he had been when he interviewed Livia before, and so he waited as she joined him and took a seat beside him before he turned to his old friend.
“Now, Livia, you have been working on the Games since my own Games ten years ago, where you started off as a stylist.”
He turned to the audience, raising an eyebrow “Ten years ago, and I’m definitely not getting old”
There was a chuckle before he looked back to his interviewee to finish his question.
“How would you compare what we have seen happening in these Games to the ones we’ve seen in previous years? Is it going as you anticipated?”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jan 20, 2019 2:10:40 GMT -5
(Alright so Felix is currently out cold...)
Mallory heard another canon, and her blue eye narrowed as a whistful look crossed her face. Sadness, and fear. She knew if she didn’t act soon, the Capital would. If her brother was alive, and if Elias and Jensyn were, she begged that her plan would spare their lives. But delaying was dangerous. The best way for any to srurvive, was to act. But she couldn’t.
Her the shifting walls around her, she ran forward, determination filling her. Running agile, fast, she escaped narrow shifting walls, she ran to find, ran to hope, she dared to hope her plan could work. She dared to hope her friends, her family was safe. And she spotted a door, to her left, and her eye focused on it, with the glasses as visors. She approached it, slowly, a bit of panic in her bones. But she twisted the door handle, swinging it open. Inside was food, tons of it. No one near or inside.
Grabbing a marble, she swiftly rolled it in the room to check for any traps activated by touch, and then pulled out a flashlight, flickering it into the small dark crevices in the room, to check for any photo-activated traps, non seemed to exist. She smiled, the smell of the food making her mouth water as she walked in. But she stepped in something wet, her and face screwed up.
Backing up a moment, she noticed she stepped on er discarded marble, and leaned to pick it up, yet there, a little forward to her eyes, was a pile of vomit. Stashing the marble away, she glanced at it, and realized with donning horror that other piles existed.
Which meant that something was wrong with the food, it wasn’t a simple reaction of ‘it tastes bad’, taste was based on texture and smell, and both seemed to be fine to her. She knew it wasn’t beyond the Capital to trap the tribute in cruel ways.
Ignoring the food as she walked forward, she looked at the bright light shining, midstage of the room, and grinned lightly. If the capital wanted to see a show, something truly shocking, she’d be willing to deliver.
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Post by Sparky on Jan 20, 2019 2:14:08 GMT -5
[ Mallory is so vicious I love it ]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jan 20, 2019 2:18:42 GMT -5
(Felix and Mallory have switched it’s amazing.
Felix has turned into the big softie.
And Mallory has turned into the cold and mischevious killer person.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2019 2:29:09 GMT -5
(Yeah I’m loving this whole thing with Mallory it gives me life)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jan 20, 2019 17:58:05 GMT -5
(Mallory has turned vicious.
Just wait until it gets sad.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jan 20, 2019 18:44:49 GMT -5
(Ooooof.
This is about to get sad.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jan 20, 2019 19:03:11 GMT -5
(Is he gonna fight Kora?
Or I should he going to understand?
The million dollar question.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jan 20, 2019 19:14:59 GMT -5
(Bye bye alliances.
Oof.)
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Post by Sparky on Jan 20, 2019 21:34:36 GMT -5
Jensyn All her life, Jensyn had been told to never worry about the Games. Her brother repeated the odds every year as the Reaping drew closer- noting how slim they were. "I'll never let you take a single tessera," Those were his words. Those were always his words. And she had listened to him. District Six was not a particularly poor district, yet even so there were nights in which they went to bed without any food in their stomachs. And yet even with all of his promises and reassuring statements, Jensyn found herself that evening standing within the Justice Building. Soon enough peacekeepers would load her onto the train and she would make her way to the Capitol like a cow being prepped for slaughter. The door open quickly, revealing Jensyn's brother. "Trey," Jensyn said, leaping into his open arms. They stood there for a long while- embracing one another. Thankful for the other's very existence. Soon enough though, Trey spoke. "Enjoying the colors?" He asked, grabbing her wrists and pulling up her hands so she could see them. Blood seeped from the bandages that covered her fists. "Trey?" Jensyn asked, alarmed. This wasn't what had happened. This isn't real, she told herself, trying to shake out of the nightmare. "Don't worry," He explained, a small smile crossing his face, "You'll be with me soon enough." Jensyn's spasmed forward, opening her eyes to see the familiarity of the maze. She was sitting alone against the wall. Was I sleeping? She thought, lunging to her feet with a knife in hand. She hadn't remembered falling asleep. She hadn't remembered anything up until- "What the hell?" Jensyn whispered, looking around the walls of the maze to see hundreds of numbers. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. 10. 5. 14. Get out of here, she told herself, gripping her knife and bow tighter before beginning to jog in the direction that she hoped she hadn't come from. The maze was playing tricks on her- and it was far from over.
[mleh I got bored. Also I might get to work on my HG fanfic. ]
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 22, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -5
Once she realized Felix was breathing, Kora hugged his head to her chest, her whole body shaking as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her brain was still foggy when she heard Hagan cry out, but she didn't turn around. She couldn't let go of Felix. She feared if she did, he would slip away forever.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 2:11:23 GMT -5
Morning! Hi Dream hope you’re doing okay still)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 22, 2019 2:20:39 GMT -5
(hey sempy :) things are getting better. For the most part I’m ok, but one of my best friends is mad at me bc I didn’t go stay with her family when I left and instead stayed in my hometown with my old high school best friend and my ex. But the thing is, is that she was out of the country, so I would have had to drive to a different state and town I had never been in without a gps (i didn’t have my phone bc I knew my parents track it) and stayed with her family whom I’ve never met, but she apparently got really hurt by that and now won’t talk to me so that’s kind of hard. Like I really appreciated the offer, but I was safe and with people I knew and loved and she doesn’t understand that.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 2:25:08 GMT -5
(I think you totally did the right thing, you went to where you were safest and where you knew people. And a place you knew too. You totally did the right thing, it wouldn’t have been a good idea to try and go to her place. And as your friend she should be supporting you right now through this whole thing rather than making things harder. I’m sorry this has been happening Dream x)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 22, 2019 2:32:34 GMT -5
(Yeah I tried explaining that to her but she read it and never responded. And my two other best friends have told me she’s upset with me and that I hurt her feelings but like ?? And I’m also frustrated bc she always tells me I let people walk all over me and that I need to grow a backbone but when I stand up to her and tell her that I want to stay where i am, she gets upset. And she told a bunch of people what Happened when I wanted to keep it on the DL and all sorts of people who I had no clue knew about it keep writing me asking about what happened and being mad I didn’t tell them I was ok, and it’s like, I didn’t know they even knew I was gone in the first place, how would I know to tell them I was ok and back?)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 22, 2019 2:34:26 GMT -5
(like she apparently made a group text without me and told a bunch of people what had happened and I still don’t even know who all was in it but it’s way more people than I would have told bc originally it was just 1 person and then suddenly everyone knows and it became this huge deal when really I just needed to get away for a few days and out of my parents house, but I didn’t need the whole campus knowing about it)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 2:36:38 GMT -5
I’m so sorry, none of that is fair at all. Your friends shouldn’t be doing this to you. You’re already going through a tough time and they’re not making it easier for you and I wouldn’t say they’re being supportive either. Maybe you should just tell them that if they care about you, they should be trying to help you through this and supporting the decisions you make rather than telling everyone when you want to keep it quiet or getting mad at you about things.)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 22, 2019 2:40:30 GMT -5
(Yeah. I’m glad someone understands. It’s just so frustrating that they are acting this way, but I’ll get over it. I just hope they do too.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 2:41:39 GMT -5
(I’m always here if you need someone to talk to about this who can be objective about the whole situation. Your friends will get over it, I’m sure, but in the meantime you have friends here who can help you x We’re all here for you)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 22, 2019 2:49:45 GMT -5
(thank you <3 love you (and all y’all) so much)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 2:50:27 GMT -5
(You’re always welcome x love you too <3)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 22, 2019 23:23:12 GMT -5
Alexander stopped walking to take a small break. He settles down on the ground and lets out a sigh. Alexander was starting to feel a little tired as well as hungry and thirsty.
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Post by Sparky on Jan 25, 2019 18:12:31 GMT -5
[ Just wanna let everyone know that I am more than eager to jump back in this rp at any moment. I totally understand that life is life and it's beautiful one moment only to crash down the next. Wishing everyone the best ~ ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 25, 2019 19:41:10 GMT -5
I’m the same Sparky 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 hope everything is okay)
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