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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 3, 2019 13:32:22 GMT -5
(I’m barely like, maybe half way done(or maybe I’m about 3/5 done? And it’s already 1,800 words, yay :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 13:33:21 GMT -5
Oh my gosh amazing XD This is gonna be a good long chapter
How you holding up? XD That’s a lot to write)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 3, 2019 13:38:06 GMT -5
(It’s been a blast!
Honestly it doesn’t take me super long to write? If I enjoy what I’m writing, I can get it done in a few hours. And I’m enjoying it.
All the chapters have typos, grammar mistakes, and the such but I’m not really worried about that, and if it bothers someone, just let me know.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 13:39:27 GMT -5
Aww I’m glad you’re having a good time x they’re amazing to read  Ahhh it doesn’t bother me and I don’t think it bothers any of the others either x don’t worry) |
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Post by Sparky on Jul 3, 2019 13:55:43 GMT -5
[ It doesn't bother me at all! Honestly I think that when I read anything that is misspelled or grammatically incorrect my brain just tends to autocorrect it.
If my stories have any confusing sentences, please tell me cause I do that thing where I create a super long sentence and it makes sense in my head but the readers probably got lost after the first word. ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 13:56:47 GMT -5
(Haha sparky your writing is great too it doesn’t bother me at all and it always makes sense to me But since we’re on this topic same for me if there’s anything I get wrong or doesn’t make sense in my writing that bothers you guys) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 3, 2019 13:57:10 GMT -5
(Thanks :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 14:07:38 GMT -5
(I feel like doing some writing actually but I have no idea what to write XD)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 3, 2019 14:22:52 GMT -5
[ write anything!
I'm still currently working on planning out my OASIS book..
ugh but I've ran out of ideas. I have a good beginning and middle(I think) planned out, but the end is meh. ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 14:23:58 GMT -5
(Yeah I’ll figure something out Ooh cool! Well don’t worry, the ending of the book will come to you! Focus on the bits that you do have a plan for Sometimes the whole plan won’t come that easy) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 14:39:35 GMT -5
(Oh also Lynx do you have any fun hints/mysteries from the fic for us to figure out or anything? I love that kind of thing)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 3, 2019 14:58:24 GMT -5
(Hmmm...sure!
I can reveal as of now that three tributes are taken by the Capital. I will not tell you who yet.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 14:58:58 GMT -5
(Ooooh three taken by the Capitol! This is gonna be good)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 3, 2019 15:00:37 GMT -5
(Want to take any guesses?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 15:04:48 GMT -5
(Hmmm I’m guessing one is Amadrya because you asked about whether she’d be willing to support the Capitol to protect her friends
As for the others...
I’m going to say either Burton or Holly to separate them for the drama. As for the other person... I’d go Alessandro to separate him from Macaria)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 3, 2019 15:07:39 GMT -5
(Nice guesses! We’ll see if you’re right  .) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 15:08:30 GMT -5
(I can’t wait to find out what happens! ) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 3, 2019 15:09:52 GMT -5
(We will find out very very soon :3.)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 3, 2019 15:12:57 GMT -5
[ Ari(cause he's outside and vulnerable rn), Everest(separating from Amadrya), and one of the careers that are still in the pack(maybe Alessandro?). And if that's true that gives Amadrya(and the others) a big incentive to do a Capitol mission before they're all tortured and killed ]] |
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Post by Sparky on Jul 3, 2019 15:14:02 GMT -5
[ OOH but y'all are right splitting Burton and Holly is probably gonna happen so scratch my guesses XD ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 15:14:15 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh amazing!
Chaos look at how hyped your writing has us XD We’re basically your cheerleaders)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 3, 2019 15:20:13 GMT -5
(XD.
I can say at least one person has one guess correct(by the way, technically every tribute had been guessed, 5 are Careers, and the other 3 have been guessed)
Look I’m being helpful.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 15:24:19 GMT -5
(Hahahahaha I love how between us we guessed every single tribute XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 3, 2019 15:28:38 GMT -5
(See personally I’d love to see Ari as a full rebel fighter so I feel like it won’t be him
I’m fairly confident Amadrya is one of the ones who gets taken partly cos of what a Chaos was asking me but also because there’s something so sad about a strong character not being able to fight back
And I still feel like our couples/friends will be separated so Alessandro/Macaria will be separated and Burton/Holly but as for which of them get taken I’ve no idea XD)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 3, 2019 15:31:31 GMT -5
[ depending on how quickly their rescue in initiated, we might be able to see them as full rebel fighters. I also wouldn't mind seeing Ari tortured though(something's wrong with me) ]]
lol yeah I can actually totally see Ari and Everest racing to the Capitol to snatch up Amadrya ]]
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Post by Sparky on Jul 3, 2019 15:37:00 GMT -5
The Reaping
Protect Calum.
The words, which had been branded into Dakota’s thoughts just the night before, still lingered throughout his mind.
Protect Calum.
The boy who he had known since the third grade. The boy who had been so full of life and adventure. The boy who had been so quick into reassuring Alex and Dakota during their first Reaping.
Protect Calum.
The boy who, at age 13, lost his younger brother to the Hunger Games and the boy who, at age 14, lost his older brother in the same fashion. The broken boy. That’s what they all called him. The broken boy with his broken mother, and no father - for he had been unable to carry the burden of his lost children.
Protect Calum.
The boy who, as Dakota flitted his eyes open sleepily, was seen to be standing just outside of his bedroom window.
Tap, tap, tap.
Upon only comprehending that there was a figure positioned just behind the faded glass, Dakota jolted upright. He scurried backwards - off of his bed - only to catch sight of his familiar friend opening the window and crawling through.
“Dakota, it’s me, geez,” Calum laughed out, climbing onto the windowsill and perching himself on it. A cold breeze blew throughout the room, making a half-naked Dakota shiver.
“Geez, yourself! A little warning next time?” He countered, digging into a pile of clothes next to him for a shirt. He couldn’t help but laugh at the circumstance, “Since when have you woken me up like this? Must’ve been…” Dakota cut himself short, realizing what he'd just said.
“Just like old times, right?” Calum finished, releasing the tension between them. “I thought we’d start to make it a tradition again.”
Dakota couldn’t help but to respond with laughter at his friend. It was nice, he had to admit, to have Calum back. The real Calum.
The before Calum.
Something was making him act strange - no - normal again. Dakota couldn’t pinpoint it, but whatever it was, it unsettled him.
“I thought we’d meet up with Alex in a bit. Go to the reaping together?” Calum offered.
Those words shocked him. Calum hadn’t attended a Reaping without his mother for a while. And just last night he had been an emotional wreck.
Maybe it was the willow tree.
“Sure, sure,” Dakota said, shaking his head in an attempt to register the situation.
“Maybe put on some pants first?”
“Good idea.”
- - -
Dakota stood quietly, obediently, at his place near the stage. His peers surrounded him, squeezing into his shoulders and inducing a fair amount of claustrophobia. The stiff crowd locked him into place, preventing him from taking a step in any direction.
District Ten's town square, located in front of the Justice Building, wasn't near the size that it needed to be to occupy the district's population. Families and those who had long since aged out of their Reaping years were lined up and down the streets - all leading to the square.
The propaganda video had began to play on a variety of large screens at the center of the stage, but Dakota paid them little heed. He was busy locating Calum - who he eventually found to be six or so rows ahead of him - and Alex, who he had yet to catch sight of.
Just then, a buoyant escort made her way to the microphone, almost hopping with excitement.
“What…” she began, scanning the faces of the crowd, “a beautiful message, isn’t it?” She was referring to the video, of course. The video that Dakota had neglected to watch over the past years.
The crowd was silent.
“Well, now then,” she said tersely, disappointed by the audience's lack of a reaction, “Why don’t we start with the boys?”
Dakota’s heart seized up. He wasn’t prepared for this. Closing his eyes subconsciously, he could do nothing but pray that no one he knew would be called to the stage.
Not Calum, he found himself thinking. He remembered what he had said to Alex the night before. That if Calum’s name was -
“Calum Arlidge!”
An eerie silence blanketed the crowd. A few murmurs of anger, and an eventual rumble of voices. They all knew. They all knew. A large shuffle took place as Calum made his way through his classmates. His face was completely pale, drained of all the blood during what seemed to be his final moments.
Calum's fellow students, who had instantly known his surname, parted away from him. He was a disease… a plague. They split in separate directions, hoping not to be infected by his ill fate.
Dakota watched, horror-stricken, as Calum was lead up to the stage by peacekeepers. One of them pushed him forward violently, urging the slow boy closer to his fate.
“No!” A blood curdling cry pierced Dakota's ears. Calum’s mother was wrestling her way through the crowd. She was wide-eyed, frantic, and brimming with rage. Her expression wasn’t that of sadness, it was that of pure anger. “Not my baby!”
She was sprinting towards the stage now, but she didn’t get far. A group of peacekeepers drew their batons and held her back, making her resort to punches.
Dakota found himself shoving his way through the crowd, filled with a mix of emotions. Rage, distrust, confusion, everything. He pushed out into the pathway and shoved himself in between Calum’s mother and the peacekeepers - who had responded to her onslaught with baton blows.
“I volunteer!” He screamed, but not before a searing pain registered on the side of his face, “I volunteer as tribute!” He said again, holding his arms in front of the beaten mother.
No more blows came.
Shouts between the peacekeepers arose. Calum had jumped off the stage in the commotion and was near his mother.
The square fell under a cloud of silence.
With the right side of his face already streaked with blood, Dakota made his way to the stage. He steadied himself slightly before taking the steps, but then suddenly remembered that every camera in the area would be trained on him during that moment.
Putting on a stoic face and paying no attention to the blood that had started to soak into his shirt, Dakota walked over to the escort’s left side. She shied away slightly, then took that movement as an excuse to reach for the girl’s jar.
“Well, now that that is over with, thanks to our volunteer,” She said, plucking out a strip of paper. She smiled lightly, ready to enunciate the chosen girl’s name.
“I volunteer,” a voice raised into the air sharply, cutting off the escort before she could even speak.
Dakota gritted his teeth, heart dropping as he heard the familiar voice. The brave girl was already walking down the aisle, and with a quick hop she joined Dakota on the stage. He took her familiar frame in full view, then shook his head lightly as he stepped towards her.
"Alex," Dakota remarked, holding his hand out to her. She took it, locking eyes with him as she squeezed his hand firmly. Her gaze wasn't that of the concern or worry that it had been the night before. Her gaze was strong, determined.
"My name's Alex, too," She responded, concealing a slight grin as they shook hands. Dakota scoffed, unable to hide his emotions just as well. |
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