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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 16:50:51 GMT -5
(ooh cool! I like him
He is coming from a generation of tributes who will know of Catullus but won’t remember him and certainly won’t have had him presenting their Games, which is interesting)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 16:52:58 GMT -5
danng Sempy I thought you'd be asleep xD ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 16:53:36 GMT -5
(Nah I’m awake but probably not for long)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 16:53:51 GMT -5
[ this is an alternate faceclaim for him Edit: Whichever one I don't choose might be Micah in the OASIS rp, although I might give him a bit more time xD |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 16:54:25 GMT -5
(Ooh I like them both)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 17:02:37 GMT -5
[ Thanks! Okay so basically the synopsis of his Games is going to be this...:
During the Bloodbath of the 122nd Hunger Games, something rather rare happens. Only two tributes are killed, and thus the event fails to live up to its name.
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One clever Gamemaker, however, presents an idea. The plan involves parachuting seven necklaces to tributes at random during the middle of the night. These necklaces are a tribute's lifeline, for in three days time you will be killed if you don't have a necklace. This'll cause alliances to crumble over obtaining a necklace, and eventually there will be a bunch of deaths over the course of the three days(and of course on the third day).
I'm also planning the Games to end on the sixth or seventh day, which would make it extremely short comparatively.
Still considering on what I want the fic to be like though... (if I even wanna make a fic) ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 17:03:33 GMT -5
(Oooh interesting I really like that!)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 17:04:14 GMT -5
[ yeah it's based off of one of many failed rps of mine x) ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 17:04:59 GMT -5
(Ahhh well I really like the idea it will make for a very interesting Games)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 17:11:42 GMT -5
[ I hope >:c
anyways I'm actually gonna start writing for it a bit ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 17:12:13 GMT -5
Ooh okay exciting  ) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 1, 2019 18:04:07 GMT -5
[ Thanks! Okay so basically the synopsis of his Games is going to be this...: During the Bloodbath of the 122nd Hunger Games, something rather rare happens. Only two tributes are killed, and thus the event fails to live up to its name. - One clever Gamemaker, however, presents an idea. The plan involves parachuting seven necklaces to tributes at random during the middle of the night. These necklaces are a tribute's lifeline, for in three days time you will be killed if you don't have a necklace. This'll cause alliances to crumble over obtaining a necklace, and eventually there will be a bunch of deaths over the course of the three days(and of course on the third day). I'm also planning the Games to end on the sixth or seventh day, which would make it extremely short comparatively. Still considering on what I want the fic to be like though... (if I even wanna make a fic) ]] (Honestly though, I could see Bloodbath deaths dropping really low because tributes don’t want to fight anymore, somthe Capital starts kind of forcing them into it more? Totally excited to see it! After the fic im working on, I may do one about Alessandro’s mother’s game, My upcoming characters/their backstory, an Au where multiple tributes made it out of 100 alive(similar to here), a sequel, or a mixture of backstories and events of my characters lives? Honestly the one im working on...May take a while or may not? I’m still deciding a lot for it...) |
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 18:11:20 GMT -5
did it work
edit: YES
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 18:17:03 GMT -5
The Night Before
“Alex?” Dakota began, fiddling with the weeds that grew around the tall willow tree which they were sitting beneath. Alex’s gaze darted up towards him with slight concern. Something about the tone of his voice, he figured, had made her realize that what he wanted to talk about was painful.
“Yeah?” She questioned, locking her brown eyes into his. Dakota couldn’t tell exactly what he looked like at that moment, but Alex’s expression was filled with worry.
“I want to talk to you about something… about Calum,” he said, voice trailing off subconsciously.
“Oh,” she muttered, dropping her head down to the ground, “I wouldn’t worry about him much. He always gets like this at this time of-”
“Rightfully so,” Dakota interjected. “His only two -”
“I know” Alex retorted, pausing for a moment to look out upon the fields. “I don’t think he would want us talking about that. Just give him space.”
Dakota sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back onto the willow tree. He didn’t want to talk about Calum’s brothers, he wanted to talk about the Games… and what they would do if Calum was -
Stop. It was his own self that interrupted him this time. Around his friend group, it was complete taboo to talk about the Games. Even thinking about them brought guilt to his heart.
A moment went by with the two friends silent. It always seemed peaceful, the night before the Reaping. Work would end early and Dakota would arrive at the willow tree to be with his friends.
Calum had left shortly before sunset, of course. He needed to be with his mother more than ever during this time of year.
“If Calum’s name is called tomorrow…” Dakota spoke quietly, watching Alex braid her hair absentmindedly, “I’m volunteering.”
This caused Alex to jerk her head up quickly.
“Calum is not getting picked tomorrow,” She hissed. “And neither are you!”
“I know, I know… all I’m saying is. He’s gone through too much already. And if by any chance that -”
“Shut up.” Alex said finatically, silencing him. The pair held another silence between them. “Can’t we just watch the sunset in peace?”
With her words, Dakota’s eyes were drawn to the colored horizon. The last rays of sunlight were being lifted above them - dappling onto the spindly limbs of their tree.
Their tree.
The tree that Alex’s mother had planted as a child. The tree that had endured the loss of many throughout the years, but held steadfast in protecting those that remained.
But maybe - Dakota began to think - the tree was cursed. Out of all the people in Ten, it seemed as though Alex, Calum, and Dakota’s families were the most directly affected.
The Games had taken Alex’s father when he was 18. That had left her mother confused, distraught, and alone in raising a child.
The Games had taken Calum’s brothers - back to back - just a couple of years ago. Calum and his mother were broken. One couldn’t just watch the death of a child or brother on your own television screen and be expected to recover quickly - if at all.
The Games had taken Dakota’s sister. He had never known her well, but the vague memories that he had of Liz were enough to miss her presence.
Fireflies began to appear as the sun dipped below the earth. They buzzed lazily about, landing on the cursed tree as if nothing was wrong with it after all.
“I want these Games to be different just as much as you do,” Dakota said, breaking the silence between them, “But maybe that means we’ll have to do something about them.” |
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 18:17:49 GMT -5
[ just some lazy writing to start off my fic. I'm gonna make this a big thing after all, aren't I? XD ]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 1, 2019 18:24:30 GMT -5
(I love it :3.)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 18:38:26 GMT -5
[ I'm honored.
Ugh I just read it and found like four mistakes but I'm afraid to edit it now cause I'm on mobile ]]
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 19:24:01 GMT -5
[ yeah, I dont know exactly how the bloodbath is going to be soo... clean?
Probably gonna make more people than usual run. Maybe even the career pack divides extremely early on and it results in a stalemate that allows the other tributes to escape rather than get picked off by the careers. ]]
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 1, 2019 20:21:59 GMT -5
Ello)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 22:09:52 GMT -5
[ aloha! ]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 1, 2019 22:11:16 GMT -5
(Hello!)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 22:18:20 GMT -5
[ what's up chaos? ]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 1, 2019 22:42:03 GMT -5
Nothing much, and for you?)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 1, 2019 23:03:19 GMT -5
[ I just got back from a family gathering. All the standard embarrassing conversations were had. We played pictionary. Bragging about having not gone to jail.
You know, the usual.
Eek, I have to go to bed(b/c unlike today I actually have work tomorrow). Night! ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 23:18:58 GMT -5
(I’m up ridiculously early once again hoping to fall back asleep but
That writing was great Sparky x
Hey Chaos!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 1, 2019 23:25:03 GMT -5
*Pokes head in while I munch on a late night milkshake* Sup?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 23:25:54 GMT -5
*Pokes head in while I munch on a late night milkshake* Sup?) Hey Hawky! How’s it going?) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 1, 2019 23:27:20 GMT -5
(Hello.
The next chapter is technically done, but I have to do edits and lengthen it because it is way too rushed.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 1, 2019 23:28:17 GMT -5
(Hello. The next chapter is technically done, but I have to do edits and lengthen it because it is way too rushed.) Ooh exciting well I’m sure it’s gonna be great) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 1, 2019 23:29:19 GMT -5
(I'm pretty good u?)
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