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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 18, 2019 16:29:00 GMT -5
Oh my gosh. Young. Holly. Gives. Me. Life) (Contemplating how she should die or if she legit does an ‘Annie’ and lives because of her hiding and wits. Either way she’s throwing 50 shades of grey at literally everyone.) (shady baby.) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 18, 2019 16:31:49 GMT -5
(You did amazing with the outfits x and aw thanks I’m glad you love Amadrya that was just a bit of nonsense I felt like writing for no reason tbh XD
I feel like young Holly would totally win XD I don’t know why but I just do x I love her)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 18, 2019 16:40:22 GMT -5
(I like younger Holly more than I like the classic.
help.
Highkey make a small mini fic about her and her games, and if she did win, what she did afterwards.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 19, 2019 2:07:25 GMT -5
Haha I like classic more but I have a soft spot for younger Holly.
Ooh I would totally read that x)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 19, 2019 2:26:17 GMT -5
(Also I have a theory on who the tribute who gets hanged is but I don’t want to say because if I’m right I don’t want to spoil and tbh I want to be in suspense and doubt until I know whether I was right so XD keeping t quiet for now)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 19, 2019 8:46:42 GMT -5
(Wanna pm the guess to me?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 19, 2019 9:05:22 GMT -5
(Nah I’m gonna wait and see if I was right  I’m gonna stay in suspense Also my friend invited me to pride ages ago and it’s tomorrow (for some reason it’s after pride month but whatever XD) and I totally forgot. I’m a little bit nervous because I’ve never been before. I’m a very anxious person and I can be quite shy so I’m hoping I won’t find it overwhelming.) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 19, 2019 10:24:22 GMT -5
(Have fun!
same about the anxiety though]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 19, 2019 10:33:13 GMT -5
Thanks! Haha I’m glad you get it though I’m honestly not confident enough for this tbh XD)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 19, 2019 11:19:50 GMT -5
(You’ll do fine.
I was a bit nervous when we had the walk out at my school for honoring the school shootings(and protesting the inaction regarding assault weapons), I was one of the only ones and we live in a really Republican area(and I’m Democrat/middle), but I was really happy with doing it.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 19, 2019 11:58:48 GMT -5
[Ahh I'm glad! That sounds good x I think I'll do okay but I'm coming down with something anyway I think so if I'm ill tomorrow I may just skip it Anyway how's it going?] |
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Post by Sparky on Jul 19, 2019 12:40:24 GMT -5
E e k
Same I live in a very Republican area and we had absolutely 0 students walk out over the gun violence subject even though our school was threatened many many times smh
We did walk out for the Fund our Future campaign last year, though! Didnt have school for like a month(idk if anyone heard about it though) ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 19, 2019 16:31:20 GMT -5
Amadrya Darrow
The fire-eyed maid of smoky war
Louden sat in a chair opposite her, a cup of tea in hand. The cameras weren’t rolling yet, and so he made no efforts to smile or appear non-hostile. His eyes swept the girl up and down.
“Make yourself comfortable, girl,” he warned “you won’t get much opportunity for comfort anymore.”
Well, the chair was comfortable, and even though Amadrya hated Louden she wasn’t about to extend that to Capitol furniture. This was the nicest seat she’d sat on in a long time, mainly because her last seat had been the floor of her cell.
“You look nice, too,” Louden smirked “if you had won we could have made you into a Capitol darling.”
She did look rather different than she had before the interview. Her hair was clean now, and shiny, and it was perfectly styled. It was not in its braids but for its first time in Amadrya’s entire life her hair fell in perfect glossy dark waves. She had lost a lot of weight during her imprisonment and the Capitol had taken advantage of this by putting her into a very tight-fitting dress, cinching her in at the waist. It was sparkling and very restrictive (which she hated). Her lips were painted a rich, deep red and her grey eyes were enhanced by dark eyeliner and mascara. Her skin seemed to have a satiny glow rather than being dirty and covered in cuts and bruises. She looked glamorous, and it hit her that the Capitol had never went for the ‘sexy’ image when they styled her for the Games but they seemed to be doing that now.
“You could have tried, and I would have still hated the Capitol just as much,” Amadrya replied coolly
“Keep going like that and see where it gets you,” was Louden’s only reply
But suddenly the cameras were on, and they were live. Louden was smiling in front of the camera, doing some spiel Amadrya wasn’t listening to about rebels and punishments and the superiority of the Capitol. And then he was looking at Amadrya.
“And you will have all noticed that I am joined by one of those tributes, a certain Miss Amadrya Darrow, who I have to say is looking beautiful this evening courtesy of the Capitol. Let’s talk about you, Amadrya.”
“You can talk to me if you like, sir, but honestly I’m exhausted - probably because I haven’t slept in days, courtesy of the Capitol - and chances are I won’t care enough to answer.”
Louden gave a tight smile but did nothing else. One of the peacekeepers shifted though, giving the girl her warning.
“Well, anyway, it appears that a number of the rebel tributes this year have something in common. I believe that you, much like District 8’s notorious Holly Alandria, are also an orphan.”
“Where are you going with this?” the brunette asked suspiciously
“I thought you and I might talk about your mother, that’s all. What was her name, Elowen?“
Amadrya blinked, a little taken aback to hear the name. She wished she had an image to put to the name, something to remember. But she didn’t, nothing at all. All her uncle had ever told her was that she’d had Amadrya’s grey eyes and that her father had loved her more than anything.
“Yes.” was all she said, but she swallowed and that small action seemed to tell Louden that he’d found an emotional topic.
“Now, I did a little research, and it seems that a Mrs Elowen Darrow died in childbirth around the time you were born. An awful waste, really, she was young. Tell me, Maddie, how does it feel to know that you caused the death of your own mother simply by being born?”
The use of her family’s nickname for her, the accusation in the question, the awful deep-seated feelings of guilt that Louden had expertly pulled at. All of that made Amadrya’s heart to race as she tried to slow her breathing, trying not to panic or get emotional. That would be fatal.
“I won’t talk about this,” Amadrya replied, but there was a slight tremor in her voice that was never normally there. Emotion she knew the president would pick up on.
“Very well. How about we discuss Everest? A romance that I’m sure captivated the Capitol at home during the Games, and one that despite the fall from grace of you and your District 2 crush I’m sure our audience would still like to know about.”
“Are you expecting any progression in our relationship since you locked us up here?” Amadrya asked with a raised eyebrow “Everest and I are not together, and I won’t talk about him any further with you. It’s not like the audience don’t know we’re being tortured and used against one another by the oh-so-benelovent Capitol.”
A flash of anger appeared across Louden’s face.
“You’re forgetting your place, Miss Darrow. A little girl, a kid from District 7, and a rebel at that. You’re little more than a child, let by your emotions and anger, and only dangerous because you had an axe in your hand. Nothing compared to the power of the Capitol. You rebels will all soon be forgotten, and that’s why I brought you on air today. To show Panem that you’re nothing.”
Amadrya rose to her feet.
“Oh, I believe you’re forgetting my place, actually, President Louden. My place is not in this dress or in front of this camera. I won’t be used by you like I’ve been used by the Capitol since the moment I volunteered.”
It was at that point she stalked out of shot of the cameras, walking towards the peacekeepers who had been waiting nearby.
“Take me back to my cell or so help me I’ll kick up a fuss until you have to drag me back there unconscious. I won’t say another word in front of those cameras.” she said, her voice quiet but dangerous
She had the peacekeepers backed into a corner, apparently, because after a moment of consideration they grabbed her arms and led her back into the darkness, leaving a triumphant President Louden to talk to the cameras. He’d still gotten a reaction from Amadrya, despite her best efforts, which was all he needed.
(I felt inspired, sorry! This is kind of based on the events of the fic but it isn’t actually a part of it, I just wanted to explore her feelings about her mother and just general stuff tbh including her reactions to being a Capitol prisoner xD) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 19, 2019 17:45:18 GMT -5
(Honestly I love her she’s such a beast.)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 19, 2019 17:56:23 GMT -5
[ take me back to my cell or so help me ]]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 19, 2019 19:01:18 GMT -5
[ take me back to my cell or so help me ]] (You know it’s bad when it gets to that.) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 20, 2019 0:37:34 GMT -5
[ take me back to my cell or so help me ]] (You know it’s bad when it gets to that.) Haha I’m glad you guys enjoyed it x) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 21, 2019 12:31:31 GMT -5
My baby niece has come over and she isn’t very well. She’s finally fallen asleep I think so I’m gonna use my newfound free time to do some writing. It’s more stuff with the Darrow family sue me I love Maddie XD
I’ll probably write more for Burton or Macaria soon when the inspiration strikes.)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 21, 2019 13:03:51 GMT -5
[ all my writing muse is going towards my book rn and honestly it's just very frustrating ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 21, 2019 13:49:51 GMT -5
Although Ackley Darrow was now twenty-four years old, he could remember the first time he had met his little cousin as clear as day.
When he was six years old, he suddenly heard pounding at the door of their little family home while he had been playing with his younger brother, Firth, who was four at the time. Their father had looked a little nervously over at the handmade wooden crib where a baby slept, obviously concerned that the sudden noise might wake the child. But one-year-old Linden was out for the count.
Nevertheless, Ackley watched as his father stood to answer the door, where the knocking was becoming ever more insistent. The child smiled to see that on the other side was his uncle, grinning and breathing quite heavily. It was obvious the man had run here all the way from his house.
“The baby’s here,” was all Ackley’s uncle could get out, but that was all that was needed; Ackley saw his father’s face light up.
“Really? The kid’s been born? Congratulations, Nairn,” he grinned, beckoning his brother in.
Nairn simply shook his head, obviously not wanting to come in. He’d probably be running back home almost immediately.
“A beautiful baby girl,” Nairn nodded “happy and healthy.”
“And Elowen, is she okay?” Ackley’s father asked
That was when a shadow seemed to come over Nairn’s face for a moment, and he swallowed.
“Well, she’s not very well. They’re coming to take her to the apocethary soon so she can hopefully be treated.”
“Ah, well not to worry,” said Ackley’s father, “shall I bring the boys over to see the baby?”
“Well, maybe just Ackley since he’s a little bit older,” Nairn suggested “but of course!”
It was decided, then; the kindly next door neighbour agreed to watch Firth and Linden for an hour or two while Ackley and his father went to visit the new baby.
It was a short trip over to the house, and not long after they got there Elowen was taken off to the apocethary. Ackley’s father suggested that he and Ackley stay with the baby while Nairn went with his wife. Nairn agreed, which was probably for the better; none of them could have known that Elowen would never come home again.
Ackley asked to hold the baby and his father obliged, making the little boy sit before holding the baby and sitting beside him carefully to make sure the child was safe.
The little boy stared in wonder at the tiny little thing in his hands. It wasn’t the first baby he had ever seen, of course, but he had been almost too young to remember the births of Linden or Firth. This little girl was tiny and delicate, with huge blue eyes (which would later turn grey) and hints of dark hair.
“She’s beautiful,” Ackley said breathlessly before looking to his father, “what did Uncle Nairn say her name is?”
“Amadrya,” his father said “they’ve called her Amadrya Jane Darrow.”
“Amadrya,” the boy repeated softly as he gazed in wonder at his new baby cousin.
He’d protect her no matter what.
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Ackley has many memories of his younger cousin and his brothers, but one of the ones that stuck with him most was when Amadrya was about fifteen and Ackley had been around twenty-one.
He had just been returning home from work when his teenage cousin had come racing towards him. Her hair was in a dark braid woven with a strip of leather, and it streamed behind her as she approached him, stopping him just before he entered the house.
“Ackley, you have to come quickly,” Amadrya insisted
Her voice had an urgency in it that made his stomach twist. It must be bad for her to be so concerned.
“What’s wrong?” Ackley asked in return
“It’s Firth,” Amadrya responded “in the square.”
That was all she had to say before the young male took off, charging towards the square as fast as he could go, with Amadrya following behind. He heard the yells long before he got there.
And when he arrived in the square, he was so glad Amadrya had called him. Sixteen-year-old Linden had been shoved to the side by some peacekeepers, who were beating nineteen-year-old Firth savagely in the square. A crowd surrounded the scene.
“What happened?” Ackley asked Amadrya
“Forgot to return his axe to the toolshed, walked into the district with it.” Maddie responded
Ackley didn’t need to hear any more, and he rushed forward only to be restrained by peacekeepers and held back. He struggled, but to no avail. There were simply too many of them.
“Leave my little brother alone!” Ackley yelled
Those words seemed to spur Amadrya into action, and the girl ran forward too, managing to only just dodge the peacekeepers who tried to grab her until suddenly the teenager was in front of the peacekeeper beating Firth.
And she aimed a very powerful punch at the man’s face, knocking his head back. He was wearing a helmet, though, so her actions seemed simply to have made him angry rather than actually hurt him.
Within moments Amadrya had been restrained by two more peacekeepers, with the one she had punched about to turn his wrath on her in punishment.
“Wait!” Ackley yelled over everything
By some miracle, he caught the attention of the peacekeepers
“Look, Maddie is just a kid, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’s hotheaded, she gets angry, she didn’t mean any harm,” Ackley assured “and Firth isn’t a revolutionary, he’s just forgetful. We don’t cause any trouble, we’re good workers, can’t you just let this one go?”
There was a moment of silence, but reluctantly the peacekeepers released all of the Darrow children, and the crowd slowly dispersed. Ackley approached his brothers and cousin, looking over the bruised and bloody Firth.
“Firth, Maddie, you’re both idiots,” Ackley said bluntly “you’re lucky you have me to keep you out of trouble. Let’s get you all home.”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 21, 2019 13:50:36 GMT -5
Also, reference for young Ackley, though he is obvs older than six here  |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 21, 2019 13:51:24 GMT -5
[ all my writing muse is going towards my book rn and honestly it's just very frustrating ] That’s okay, focus on your book!) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 22, 2019 14:48:15 GMT -5
(I’m bored so hey! How is everyone?)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 22, 2019 14:52:45 GMT -5
(I’m finally home.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 22, 2019 15:03:14 GMT -5
(Oh good how was your trip?)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 22, 2019 15:18:09 GMT -5
(A nightmare.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 22, 2019 15:30:22 GMT -5
Oh no are you okay? What happened?)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 22, 2019 16:38:51 GMT -5
(Everything that could go wrong went wrong.
But I’m alive.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 23, 2019 0:26:05 GMT -5
Oh well I’m glad you’re alright x)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 25, 2019 1:23:45 GMT -5
I’m looking at writing prompts on Pinterest and omg Amadrya if the Capitol gets her to betray the rebels/join their side in order to protect Everest:  Whoever survives this fic, several years after:  |
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I’m gonna stay in suspense
