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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 1:37:13 GMT -5
Oh gosh XD
I feel like I am too
You gotta hit us in the feels Chaos, make us sob)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 3:42:46 GMT -5
My heart is broken by the loss of Alessandro, but I’m trying so hard to be strong. I wish someone could just tell me what I’m supposed to do, how to make the pain go away. This is unfamiliar territory for me. The last time I dealt with loss I was too young to really understand it. I’ve seen a lot of death, but not a lot of grief. I'm a career, I'm meant to be prepared and to know what to do. But being a prisoner in the Capitol wasn’t an eventuality that had ever crossed my mind. I’m scared, I’m out of my depth, and I don’t know how to sort through these feelings.
But what I do know is that trying to be good hasn’t gotten me anywhere. And I’m angry and empty again.
I’m sitting on one of the chairs in our room. Amadrya is at an interview, or being tortured, or something like that. It’s all torture anyway.
But I look up as the door opens, and in walks a familiar red headed girl.
“Twelve,” I greet, but there’s no warmth in my voice. Just anger at this girl who has betrayed us
I’m not about to start calling her by her name now.
“Macaria,” Robin hums in reply, unaffected by my tone as she pulls another chair over to sit across from me
“Okay, let me put this another way; what the hell do you want?” I ask
“Just a chat,” Robin says with a shrug “thought I’d see how you are.”
“Pretty shit, believe it or not,” I reply furiously “but you know that or you wouldn’t be here to gloat. You’ve got some guts to show your face here after everything.”
Robin just laughs.
“Oh, jealously is not a good look on you,” she says with a shake of her head
“Jealousy?” I ask incredulously “that’s what you think this is? Not anger because you betrayed us and because you and Louden killed Alessandro?”
“Well, of course,” Robin responds as she leaned closer to me “because there’s a part of you that wishes you’d had my idea. It would have saved you so much pain and heartbreak. You’re jealous because I found a loophole and you didn’t find it first.”
The worst thing is, she might be kind of right.
“You’re wrong,” I say “I could never do that to my friends,”
“Couldn’t you?” Robin replies ”look at where being nice has gotten you.”
”No,” I say “because here’s the thing; once you’ve started caring it’s pretty hard to stop. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
Robin just giggles again.
“Oh, you’re so weak!” Robin replies “I really thought you’d be interesting to talk to, you’d still have some fire in you. But you don’t even believe your own words.”
“You don’t know what I believe,” I snarl
“I know a lot of things about you. What you did in the Arena, your childhood before. I know that you hurt people and then convince yourself that it doesn’t matter, that you don’t care. But the thing is that doesn’t take away the hurt, and it certainly doesn’t stop you from hurting more people. You lie even to yourself, which is pathetic. You’re a messed-up Capitol mutt and that’s all you’ll ever be. Bred to hurt and kill. Honestly, we’re doing Panem a favour keeping you locked up. When the rebels find out what you’re really like, my bets are that they’ll change their minds real quick on wanting someone like you representing them.
You’ll die here, without anyone to truly care. You think the people in the districts like you? You killed their kids. Your friends? You tried to hurt them too. People might even cheer, honestly, when you die. If you’re remembered at all it’ll be as a lying, scheming murderer.”
“Shut up!” I’m shouting now, and my voice is thick
“You’ve done a lot of terrible things, Slayte,” Robin smiles as she rises to her feet “but don’t worry. You’ll pay for them all before the end.”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 24, 2019 10:47:13 GMT -5
(Why is Robin represented so well...
Like...what?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 10:48:08 GMT -5
Wait really? Thanks! I’d been so worried about getting her wrong)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 24, 2019 13:07:05 GMT -5
I don’t know how I feel about this.
Also beware of typos.)
From afar, Holly watched as both Macaria and Alessandro sparred. Freed from entrapment by the Capitol, Holly got to see this more often now.
A parry to the left, Alessandro was gaining the upper hand, the wooden swords clanking as they danced around one another. They could both anticipate the other’s moves so seamlessly. Though, Arlo didn’t keep the upper hand for long, soon Macaria bounced towards him, dodging a blow she saw coming, and tackling him to the ground, sending both rebels rolling on the ground before Alessandro stopped and soon after, Macaria did, right by his side.
The tributes Holly knew would have tackled each other then, despite their feelings, both were known for being very aggressive and only caring about winning. But they didn’t, much to her amazement and shock.
She found herself exiting the room quickly when the two shared a sweet kiss, laughing and living like teens. The papers Holly had brought for them lay forgotten, dropped, as she scurried past Ari on her way out.
“You look like you saw a ghost,” the boy commented in concern, “You okay?”
In fact, she didn’t know if she was. She knew she shouldn’t be so shaken up by something so sweet. But she was scared of her own feelings, her own dreams of loving and being happy. Perhaps she feared being abandoned again, rejected and left alone.
She couldn’t accept that she could have that ending, if she just tried. So she did one of the things she did best, smiled and nodded, sarcasm leaking into her voice, “Yeah, but I could assume you could say that maybe my spirit are rising again.”
Ari rolled his eyes, though a chuckle escaped him, and the situation was left alone, in the air like a forgotten fog.
—
It was about a week after that, both Alessandro and Macaria flirted more than ever, much to Holly’s increasing annoyance, and the their rebels decided to have a skills day.
Basically, everyone was supposed to teach the others something, they all would watch each person demonstrate a skill, they would all improve, both as a team and as a family.
Amadrya had shown them all skills that related to an axe, how to aim, how to swing. Ari showed them some skilled for climbing, and Everest had shown them skills of aiming a gun and firing one.
Of course, Macaria and Alessandro had to show off with their dueling. This time, they used metal knives, but the model was more of a slim knife, meant to represent another weapon all together.
Holly’s eyes narrowed, noting how Alessandro held the weapon like he did his normal swords, and he held only one.
A smirk came to her face, catching the attention of Halina, though the girl didn’t comment on it. Perhaps she was confused.
Holly was not, Alessandro was using a katana, and he had no idea how to properly use it. Macaria was much better, perhaps due to her extensive knowledge and natural talent for knives in general. But Alessandro’s style was more brute, and the katana was a weapon of agility and grace.
It wasn’t long before Macaria stood, one katana, Alessandro’s, on the floor along with the boy, and Macaria’s weapon held outwards, a show of her victory.
Macaria picked up the discarded Katana in one fell swoop, before she threw it, blade up, at the crowd behind her.
It was instinct for Holly to catch it, glancing at it. A glaze of confusion laced her gaze as she stared questioningly at Macaria.
Except, Macaria was lunging at her and now Holly had to dodge, sidestepping and rolling into the area of play, before leaping up and lunging at Macaria, swinging the dull katana for the girl’s legs.
Macaria had precision, but Holly had speed. The spar continued for a long while, before an alarm went off, signifying that the time was up. Holly had managed to tackle Macaria down and get ahold of the another katana, she did best with two, and Macaria was mostly on the defensive.
Both girls tensed, and calmed with the sound of the alarm. Holly dropped the weapons, glaring at Macaria for involving her, only to catch the girl in question smirking at her.
“I saw you, Alandria.” She trilled, before smiling softly, “Good job, sis.”
Macaria walked away, and Holly watched with wide eyes. So she was spotted the prior week, though her eyes caught hold of something else.
Burton was staring at her, eyes wide, but determined, before his gaze dropped to the katanas at her feet.
She ignored that, watching as Halina entered to show her skill.
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“You never taught me how to use the katanas.”
Holly would never admit to screaming, because she totally didn’t. Despite this, she turned, raising her toothbrush into the air and aiming to whack the intruder with it.
Burton stood in mild amusement, watching her, his gaze flickering to the toothbrush with a raised eyebrow.
“Why would you follow me into the bathroom!?” Holly suddenly yelled out, ignoring the way she made him sound like a creep because he was a creep, apparently.
“You’re brushing your teeth,” Burton commented, snickering, “How scandalous!”
She glared at him, waving to toothbrush at him like a weapon, “You’re not funny, you don’t just stalk people!”
“You’re the one that kept the door open!”
He had a point, so she went silent and glared at him. They both remained silent for a long while before she raised an eyebrow.
“So...what’cha doing?” He commented, awkwardly, and she literally growled at him.
“You came to bother me just to ask a question you know the answer to?” She seethed.
“You know you love me,” He teased, and she didn’t respond, staring blankly to the side. Of course it was a joke, but she couldn’t really respond.
“Um...wait no, sorry.” He laughed, and she stopped tensing up, reminding herself to be calmer. “It’s just that, you said you would teach me how to use a katana, or some kind of weapon, you know...before all of this.”
She laughed softly, “I mean, we were playing hide and seek in the arena, the prize being our lives, and then I was kind of a Capital pet for a while.”
Burton frowned at that, obviously he still felt guilt, and Holly immediately felt bad.
“But yeah, I’ll teach you.” She offered a smile, a genuine one.
He offered it back, and the night went as usual.
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“Faster, Burton, you’ll never hit anyone at that speed!”
Training, fast and not at all playful it totally was, Holly was speeding throughout the room, wooden sword in hand as she jumped over obstacles similar to a squirrel running across trees.
Burton was attempting to keep up, though totally wasn’t succeeding at all.
“Come On, slow poke, I thought you wanted to train!” Holly teased.
“What ever happened to starting off easy!” He whined in response, and they were back at it with th banter.
“And what will you learn if I go easy on you?”
“Well, I don’t know, maybe how to hold this thing correctly!”
She landed near him, correcting his hold and laughing as he immediately tried swinging at her, losing grip of the sword as it flung from his grasp and rocketed towards the other occupants of the room.
The laughing stopped when Holly and Burton caught sight of both Everest and Amadrya sharing a tender moment, it was too late to stop the flying wooden weapon, so despite the comfort the two tortured teens were seeking with one another, the sword hit Everest’s back with a comical thwump before it hit the ground.
Everest grimaced in pain, he wasn’t scratched, but it would hurt to be hit by a chunk of wood. Though he simply glared back at both Holly and Burton.
The two teens promptly pointed at the other, placing the blame elsewhere, and glaring at one another once more.
“It was her fault, she’s a bad teacher!” He complained, focusing on her.
“Oh!? It’s my fault? I’m not the one that just threw the sword!” She rebuked, turning her attention to him.
“I’m not the one that was playing squirrel and not helping!”
“Well at least I know how to hold a sword!”
“Oh yeah?” He started, before he was cut off.
“Would you two cut it out!?” Everest questioned in annoyance, though both teens could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Holly, be a better teacher, Burton, pay attention to the sword instead of the girl.”
“I was not staring at her!” Burton was blushing, though Holly was not watching him, she was glaring at Everest, eye twitching. Burton’s voice rose several octaves, though a look of complete irritation crossed his face. “I was trying to learn!”
Holly fought back her own blush, but Everest was staring at her with amusement and a dumb grin and it was so on.
“New goal, let’s get Everest,” she commented, picked up a new wooden sword and handing it to Burton, who nodded along with her, before they both took off after Everest flailing swords like children.
Everest went on the run with Amadrya in tow, and they were all children for the time being.
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Training again, Burton was making significant strides, he hadn’t yet ever hit Holly. She was too fast, and had much more experience with fighting than him.
“Still can’t catch me, Burton?” She teased, snickering as he swung at her and she ducked, they had upgraded to the dull metal katanas. “I thought you were getting better!”
“Would you shut up!” He huffed, annoyance trickling in his veins as he focused, swinging at her feet, but she jumped, swinging at her side, but she jumped higher, swinging at her head, shensound back up and duck.
Everything she dodged, and his eyes narrowed in frustration.
She kept dodging, never going on the offensive, a smirk on her face, as she decided to take a peek around the room.
Everest and Amadrya were talking and training, and Holly almost smiled at the fact that now, they got to become closer, got to love one another more and more now in freedom.
Elsewhere, the new best friends Halina and Ari were teaching each other skills and ranking Amadrya, being children. The girl in question jumped and started chasing Ari, with Everest following her with a big dopey smile. Halina simply laughed and followed.
A strike from the left, a dodge to the right, he hadn’t touched her yet, but he was close.
That’s when she looked up, behind Burton, close to the door, stood Alessandro and Macaria, watching her and Burton with matching smirks on their faces.
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, bouncing up on her toes before ducking. Misleading Burton to aim at her torso, giving he ample time to suck and weave away from the path of the sword.
Movement caught her eye, Alessandro and Macaria, who were holding hands, as they both held up a tiny poster.
It was hard to read from a distance, but she froze when she did, eyes wide.
”You’re bad at hiding your feelings” was written out, with Macaria mouthing something along the lines of, “Just tell him”
Burton swung at her feet in her time of freezing, knocking her down with a small cheer.
“I did it!” He cheered, “I hit you.”
She refused to admit how he did it, and instead smiled, “Yes, you did.”
He helped her up, and the house would forever remember the story of how Holly chased after Macaria and Alessandro with a rolling pin at dinner.
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It was a battle, and not a pretty one.
No battle was ever pretty though.
Holly was weaving through crowds, she didn’t have a weapon, she wasn’t even supposed to be fighting. She was supposed to be talking, but of course, that too was ambushed.
She wasn’t supposed to have any weapons, it was supposed to be in District 8, a symbol of peace.
Somehow, Louden found out, and sent his troops in.
Now Holly was rescuing people she hated once upon a time, and after she was done, found herself chased by peacekeepers.
She didn’t think she was getting out, running into a corner of the marketplace, she didn’t have anywhere else to hide. She was out of tricks.
That’s when multiple rebels landed, her friends, many of them, dropping from aircrafts and charging at the peacekeepers, Macaria and Arlo found with their knives and swords. Everest and Amadrya with their guns and axe.
Though, one peacekeeper raised their gun at her, when a katana slashed at them, cutting open an arm holding the gun and the peacekeeper clattered to the ground, crying like a child.
She grinned, as he threw her one of the katanas. She caught it, and they fought off the onslaught together.
“You know, you really have a knack for being a damsel in distress!” He commented, banter was easy and fun, and it was classical between the two of them.
“You know you love me,” She commented right back, instead of her usual fallback response of ‘no I’m Not, that’s you!’.
He grinned, “Yeah, I do.”
She smiled, genuine, and stood at his back, realizing that the battle was dying down, before slashing at another peacekeeper.
Then she laughed out, full blown cackles, and he glanced at he in concern and confusion. Looking for any darts that could have caused it. “What...what is it?” He questioned.
“Remember that joke about going into the arena and killing everyone by being katana Twins?” She questioned.
He blinked, before snorting.
The two then broke into chortles as the other rebels came, and the area was cleansed of Louden’s forces. Many gave them odd looks, but that was fine.
“Katana Twins. We finally lived it out, huh?” He questioned.
“I mean, we’re more like Katana Buds,” she shrugged, nonchalant, “We’re obviously not Twins, I’m obviously much taller than you.”
”Sure.”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 13:19:19 GMT -5
Okay that was literally everything I needed in my life
Katana twins? Check
Macaria saying ‘good job, sis’? Check
Holly owning everyone with katanas? Check
Everest getting hit with the sword and other general teenage antics? Check
Great banter? Check
It felt really natural, it was really funny, you did a great job and I loved it)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 24, 2019 14:08:28 GMT -5
(Awe thanks.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 14:17:14 GMT -5
No problem!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 17:33:18 GMT -5
Sister, hide our love away
From the evil we both know
It can see you through these dark days
Though they seem to darken as I go
I’m lying on my bed in my room in the rebel base, just staring at the ceiling. I can’t fall asleep for the life of me. Granted, sleep hasn’t come easily to me ever since we were reaped. Nightmares some nights, and other nights just worries. Worries about my friends and whether they’re okay. Worries about the outcome of the rebellion, because these are uncertain times. These are stakes far beyond anything in the Arena. I’d never thought I would be in a situation worse than the Hunger Games before.
But there’s a gentle knock on my door, to see a young brunette girl of about thirteen standing at my door. She looks at me with warm brown eyes, looking a little concerned.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asks softly
“I could ask you the same question,” I reply in a whisper
Twylla just shifts awkwardly, so I chuckle and scotch over, patting the bed. She immediately comes over and lays beside me.
“What’s wrong, Lala?” I ask, using her old childhood nickname
“I keep remembering how scared we were for you,” Twylla said “in the Games. And I can’t forget your reaping, or that time Macaria hurt you. Were you scared too?”
I could lie to her, of course. Tell her that I’m her big brother and that I’m not scared of anything. But there doesn’t seem to be room for lying anymore. Our days might be numbered, and wasting time with anything but the truth is pointless. Besides, she’s thirteen, not a little kid. She’s been in the reapings, she knows it’s scary.
“Yeah,” I say “it was really scary sometimes. But I had Holly with me, and she looked out for me. And I knew I had you guys to get home to. I wasn’t about to die, I knew I had to go home. You don’t get rid of your brother that easily.”
“Sure,” Twylla says, but she doesn’t seem to believe me.
We’re silent for a few seconds before she speaks up again.
“Why can’t you sleep?” Twylla asks
“A lot of things,” I reply softly “bad memories, nightmares, worries about the future.”
“It’s going to be okay,” Twylla assures me “I can tell. I’m scared, but I know it’s going to end up alright. Because the districts are angry and they won’t let this end until things change. The Capitol can’t sustain itself, if can’t destroy the districts.”
I look at my little sister thoughtfully.
“You know, I forget how grown up you are,” I reply
“I grew up a lot when you were reaped,” Twylla admitted “Mom and dad kind of retreated into themselves and I didn’t want Lea to feel like she had to take care of me or anything. I just... promise me that we won’t lose you again, Burton.”
I give a sad smile.
“I can’t promise that you won’t lose me,” I reply “but I’ll do my best. And what I can promise is that if you lose me that doesn’t mean I’m gone. I intend to haunt you for a long time and make sure you’re behaving yourself.”
“I know,” she sighs, but she sounds dejected.
“Hey,” I assure her “no matter what happens, it’s going to be alright. It’s just that I have to help make it alright. I’m doing this to help the districts, but also to keep you guys safe and give you a better life where you don’t have to worry so much.”
“I know,” she replies, her tone more cheerful “I just wish it wasn’t this way.”
We both fall silent, and lie in one another’s company until we both fall asleep.
Our love will see us through these dark, dark days
Sister, 'til it lights the way back home
Sister, hide our love away
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Post by E U R Y D I C E on Nov 24, 2019 18:50:07 GMT -5
(Hi! I was just browsing the off topic rps and saw this and was curious what the “flash back games” meant? I see you guys are closed I am just bored and thought I’d say hi  ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 18:57:34 GMT -5
Hi there!
Ah so you’re wondering about the name? We had an original Hunger Games rp (the 100th Hunger Games), in which I had a side character called Catullus, the games host. Eventually his backstory kind of evolved and he became a former victor (real name Burton) of the Games forced into presenting the Games after his victory. This rp is kind of the story of that Games and how he won? So it’s a flashback to his games, the 90th. But we don’t have all our members online at the moment so we’re not actually roleplaying the Games, we’re kind of just doing random writings and au stuff and fics.)
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Post by E U R Y D I C E on Nov 24, 2019 19:02:18 GMT -5
(Oh wow that’s so cool! I’m a big hunger games fan so I thought I’d ask. That’s cool that you guys are doing so much with it! I wish I would have been here before it closed haha.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 19:03:47 GMT -5
Ah, thank you so much! I’m so glad you’re enjoying. Well, feel free to have a read of anything you’re interested in on either roleplay. I’m sorry you missed out! We might end up doing another Games in the future though!)
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Post by E U R Y D I C E on Nov 24, 2019 19:06:31 GMT -5
(Ok I’ll check them out! You guys write so much, I love it haha! And yes if you do please let me know!!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 19:08:20 GMT -5
Haha yeah we write a lot so no pressure to actually read stuff it’s fine XD and I definitely will!)
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Post by E U R Y D I C E on Nov 24, 2019 19:09:54 GMT -5
(Well it’s nice meeting you! I just recently got back on the forums so I don’t know many people but you seem very nice! Hopefully we can RP together in the future!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 24, 2019 19:12:02 GMT -5
It’s nice meeting you too! Thank you so much and welcome back to the forums! I hope so too)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 25, 2019 23:44:32 GMT -5
HungerTale part 1: Halina falls into the Underground and meds her first monster, though, the situation ends in a less than desireable way! What can she do to get out of this one?
I just gave Louden Venom like abilities and pellets like Flowey, sorry for having like zero creativity.
It was darkness, utter and complete, before it cleared to a semblance of light.
When she caught sight of it, all that she could see was the ground. And when it neared, she closed her eyes in anticipation of death.
What came was a shuttering pain, but not the death she anticipated. No, instead, her body rocked upon the soft, flowery surface. Yellow buttercups and runes of stony surfaces. Six columns surrounded Halina, and blood from many cuts coated the yellow flowers red, dying them a soft orange.
Despite the pain and cuts, nothing seemed to be broken, and she surely wasn’t dead.
Yet.
She stood, clutching her arm, which had a large scratch on it. It was then that she staggered forward, looking around in utter confusion. She was afraid, scared even.
Moments before, she was on the surface. She was in the square at Ebbot, listening to who would be reaped as a sacrifice. But then her name was called, and she was caught, with no where to run. Her parents screamed her name, crying, but were restricted by the Peacekeepers.
She was taken to the hole, the one entrance created to the Underground, and faced the same fate as many other children.
“To make sure the monsters of the Underworld will never return to harm us, we will offer a child each year as a sacrifice for their losses. One human soul for the protection of thousands.”
Though, now that she survived the fall, she reasoned that perhaps there was a deeper meaning to the sacrifice. She always heard that no one could survive the fall, that it was too deep.
Looking up, the hole was deep enough that she couldn’t see barely any sunlight at all, climbing out wouldn’t be an option. She wouldn’t even have a way to do so.
The area she was in was a deep chasm. A thought that she reflected on with almost a snort.
Coolness tired the air, and a crisp smell of buttercups filled her senses. The hole above her barely let in any sunlight, and just lit the field of tiny flowers. Six large pillars of stone surrounded her, reaching above her and towards the hole, nearing the top of the chasm before cutting off, though she didn’t look up. She was much more intrigued by the etching on the stone, the fractures and cracks that came with age.
Without hesitation, she ran her fingers curiously along the edge of one stone, approaching it. The texture wasn’t anything new, but held a grainy feel.
When she pulled her fingers away, she realized dust had accumulated on the pillars. Though, for some reason, the thought didn’t settle well with her. In a hurry, she wiped the dust off on her cargo pants, continuing her survey of the area.
She was corner on 3 sides by the chasm walls, and on led to another area, a series of stony cave-like buildings perhaps? She didn’t really know, but the hill sloped downwards towards the area, and she was tempted to follow. Curiously, she stepped forward.
“Leaving so sssssoon?” She turned in a flash, looking up with wide eyes, trying to detect who spoke. Thought the masculine voice continued, humor lacking within, “Look up, dear, then you’ll ssssee me.” Her mind barely processed the words, her adrenaline increasing with the hissing sound the voice held, accented on the words with prominent ‘s’ sounds, and the taunting lull it held. Though she followed the instruction, glancing up to spot a silhouette framed in the brief sunlight from the hole.
Though, he seemed out of proportion, she could spot both of his hands easily, waving through the air in an eccentric wave, though she couldn’t spot his feet anywhere. Though, a Sounds off hissing increased, and he started slithering down the rune, allowing her eyes to adjust to see him more properly as he came into the light just before her.
Before she could finish her assay of the man, he was right before her, causing her to stagger back in surprise and fall from her lack of preparedness. Immediately upon looking up, she screamed.
He did not have feet at all. His legs were replaced by a large tail, and odd speckles and scale-like patterns were on his skin. His ears almost seemed to be scales rather than ears, and his eyes were a bright yellow color, with a narrow pupil, and two prominent fangs poked out of his mouth. His brunette hair faded into the pale green of his skin, and he watched her in almost a taunting manner.
She didn’t stop screaming for a while. Though she probably should stop, because of course monsters existed, why did she think they didn’t?. But she couldn’t stop, until he slithered back slightly. She couldn’t see his expression, but if she did, she would have seen his pure annoyance at the human girl.
“What are you?” She cried out, she was only 15, and now some monster was going to eat her! She didn’t even believe in monsters, she was only 5 when the war occurred 10 years ago, and she had never even seen one. Neither had her parents(well, they claimed they didn’t!). Many children didn’t believe in them, because they thought the council made it up as a horror tale to keep children in line, and their parents were forbidden to talk about it.
“Sssssily human,” that hiss was present again, but he chuckled this time, “I’m a monster, obviousssly.”
Halina looked away, cradling her injured arm, as the monster approached closer again.
“Human, I can help you out,” she watched him, smiling at his offer, as he continued onwards, “You look injured, perhapssssss I could heal you?”
She didn’t particularly like the deceptive look in the snake-man’s eyes. But she didn’t have many options to count on. Though she did feel an odd pull in her core, like she was stuck to the current area.
She watched in amazement as, out of seemingly nowhere, tons of little pellets of magic formed, bright golden-yellow in color, like the creature’s eyes.
“What’s your name?” She blurted out, losing her sister in her astonishment, acts so forward would usually reward children with punishment above ground, but the monster only nodded in response.
“My name is Louden, now, for thissss to work, you musssst let the magic hit you.” He commented, seemingly joyfully, but with that undertone of deception still that bothered her, though she ignored the feeling.
So, she did as told, remaining still. She expected perhaps a small sting, like the process to healing wounds aboveground included painful ointments or stitches. Instead, a burning, hot feeling knocked her back as the pellets hit her, causing her to collapse in pain, forcing breath into her lungs.
Her hand raised into the air, noticing that when she did so, a small rectangle seemed to appear out of nowhere, showing an odd set of...Well she didn’t know what they were. She had never seen anything like it in her life! Odd little words, like LV, DF, AT, and HP showed up on the little icon, and a bar showed up under the HP, red in color, though the red bar seemed to shorten, leaving grey space, with little digits on the side.
15/20? What did that mean?
Though, she had to bring her attention back to the problem at hand, Well, not literally, the problem at her hand was the strange floating icons. She had to focus on Louden...what was he even doing?
“I thought you said that would help!” She cried out with a wince, hugging herself, noticing with strange fascination that the box disappeared as her hand left, before turning to glare at the monster, “That didn’t help-“ she staggered off, noticing his agitated look but creepy smile.
She staggered back further, though she was promoted to stand immediately as he summoned more of the weird venom-like object, sending them flying at her.
“Don’t be afraid, Halina.” How did he know her name? “I’m only trying to help!”
Another pellet hit her, the box appeared again, though the digits lowered more, and she glanced away. She was confused, severely, and in pain. But she glared back regardless, “You’re not helping!”
“What do you know, thief?” Thief, what did she steal? She hadn’t even touched anything other than the runes! “Stay sssstill, this will go much faster!”
“No, don’t stand still!” A voice commanded, though it was obvious that Louden hadn’t heard it. And Halina didn’t know where it came from, it didn’t sound like her or anyone she ever met. But she felt inclined to trust it, dodging the pellets this time and rolling along the ground as she sidestepped.
She was grateful to have done so, the feminine voice just saved her life, though she had no idea who spoke, it strangely didn’t bother her. Instead, she realized with a sickening tug that not the pellets were caging her in, without anywhere to escape to.
“Why won’t you just DIE?” Louden questioned, as the spinning pellets of venom neared Halina, causing her to freeze in fear.
“Leave her alone!” That voice was also new. Too many new things were happening at once, and Halina ducked as the bullets came so close, it seemed she should have died right then.
But instead of dying, she saw a bright flash of light despite ducking, and seen Louden fly back, before slithering off.
Raising her head, Halina came face to face with another monster, but instead of a frightening visage much like Louden’s, this monster looked much fluffier, with a wide goofy smile, and bright, gentle eyes.
She found herself, despite her near death experience, smiling right back at the dog themed monster, that was, before she slipped into unconsciousness.
Honestly I dunno if I’m going to follow a strict storyline with this, I’ll probably skip around a lot and do a lot of oneshots.
But I just had to do a introduction.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 26, 2019 1:17:18 GMT -5
Ahhh that was amazing I loved it so much!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 26, 2019 8:14:35 GMT -5
(Okay this is set in an au where they’re busted out of the Capitol but the rebellion lasts several years. I’d say Maddie and Everest are in their early twenties at this point. Also in this AU Alessandro is dead but only Alessandro, all the others got out)
I’m out for a walk with Everest outside the rebel base. We aren’t allowed to walk far, we’re told, because it isn’t really safe. We know that, we’ve known that since we got here. It’s a war zone, after all. But we just wanted a chance to be alone together because as much as we love the others, we don’t like to advertise our relationship in front of Macaria, after everything she’s gone through.
It’s sunset, and we’re in a clearing surrounded by dense forest. I can hear a distant stream but cannot see it; it must flow from the nearby mountains. The only other sounds are the birds, who chatter and sing around us. It’s autumn, and the trees are a brilliant array of amber, gold, and fiery red. It’s in this peaceful clearing that we decide to stay for a little while. It’s getting to sunset, and golden light filters through the trees, spilling into the forest floor.
We’ve been in silence for a little while, when Everest speaks up.
“Should we get married?” he asks
I’m taken aback, completely not expecting those words. All of our time has been spent focussing on training, on the rebellion, and it’s fairly safe to say that neither of us has been at our best since our time in the Capitol. More than that, you don’t hit someone with a question like that out of nowhere! Though the way he asks it suggests to me that it’s been playing on his mind for a while.
“What?” I ask, probably looking a little shocked
“Well, I was thinking. The rebellion has been going on for a while, right, and it doesn’t show any signs of stopping. And I look at Macaria and how heartbroken she is over losing Alessandro and it reminds me that life is short, that there’s no guarantee of us getting out of this alive. And when we were in the Capitol, and it made me realise what it would be like to lose you, and I realise it more and more every time you get injured in a fight. If I die-“
“-Everest” I say. I don’t want him to talk about that eventuality, it’s my greatest fear
“No, Amadrya, let’s be realistic here,” he replies firmly “if I might die, I want to be married to you, and I suspect you have had the same thoughts. We can keep waiting for the right time, but that might never happen and life is too short. We’ve been together for a long time, and I know I love you. Some days that’s all I know.”
I smile at those last words.
“Me too,” I say
“Then isn’t that all we need?” Everest asks
And he takes my hand, and goes down on one knee.
“I don’t have a ring,” he chuckles, “but I’ll get you one somehow. Amadrya Darrow, will you marry me?”
And it’s a question that I don’t even really need to think about to know the answer. Because he’s right. I love him, and I want to be married to him. There is very little good in the world right now, so you have to hold on to whatever good you find. And Everest and I? What we have is good. It’s really good, and I don’t want to lose it. We’re going into a dangerous situation where we might die, and I want to be married to him when we do that. If I die, I would rather die Mrs Stonewell.
And I’m not a crier, but I can feel tears welling so I try to give my response before my voice can go all emotional.
“Yes,” I say with a grin
And he rises to his feet and we embrace, and that is 100% when I start to cry. We’ve been through so much together, everything, and I can’t imagine living without him. There is never going to be a perfect time, so why wait?
And while we’re there, standing in a sunset illuminating multicoloured leaves, I can forget about the war going on around us. The destruction seems a million miles away. It’s like the world stopped.
Because I’m going to marry the love of my life.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 26, 2019 16:33:06 GMT -5
I'm spooked.
I...thats strangely familiar to something...)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 26, 2019 16:34:44 GMT -5
Oooh I’m intrigued, what’s it familiar to?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 27, 2019 5:23:51 GMT -5
(Okay I’m doing a new scene with Amadrya’s wedding speech because I’m bored and I want to XD I need cheesiness in my life tbh. Alessandro isn’t mentioned because he’s dead in this timeline, as before)
It’s the day of the wedding. It’s only small, of course, since with the rebellion still ongoing keeping things low-key is somewhat of a priority. The ceremony is done now, we’re officially married, but we’ve gathered all of our friends and family for the reception. A nice meal, some dancing, the perfect end to a perfect day.
And it’s my turn to make a speech. I was never really a ‘speech’ kind of person, I’ve always believed that actions speak louder than words. But actions don’t quite capture things like words can, so sometimes talking is needed. I rise to my feet in the dress Holly and Macaria and Halina helped me pick out, and begin to speak.
“The very first words Everest said to me were ‘If you're trying to build a strong shelter, you're going to want to do it like this’, which proves to you all not only that I had no idea what I was doing in those games,” I chuckle at those words, “but also that Everest has been teaching me things from the moment he met me. How to survive in the Games, how to survive the Career pack, whom I am now proud to call my friends, but also so much more. He taught me confidence and assertiveness. He taught me love. In the Capitol, he taught me that I couldn’t imagine my world without him. I think we can all agree that I’ve had somewhat of an issue with doing a bit too much self-sacrifice, but he taught me that some people are too good to let slip away. He taught me how to access strength and courage that I didn’t even know I had. When I needed a scrap of hope or happiness to keep me going, it was him.
“But it wasn’t just him, and despite this being my wedding speech I’d feel wrong not to thank my friends. Halina and Macaria, my bridesmaids who helped me pick out this dress, but did so much more than that. You guys kept trying to save me when anyone else would have given up. Thank you. And I would like to thank Holly, too, my maid of honour, who also helped with this dress but again did so much more. You kept me going through the darkest times in my life. When I spoke to you at the parade, I knew you were an incredible person and I’m glad you were there. You and Macaria are the only people who tell me the blunt and honest truth, who don’t lie to me. I need that. I need people who can set me straight when I’m acting dumb. You three are the strongest women I know, so thank you for that. I would also like to thank Burton, who taught me that laughter is sometimes the only remedy in a terrible situation. You and Ari both taught me that strength can come from unexpected places, and for that I would like to thank you both. And Ari, is also like to thank you for teaching me that sometimes the best strategy is just carbs, but also because you have helped me from the very start of the Games. You are all inspirational people, and I truly believe the rebellion cannot fail with all of you part of it.
“Everest and I have both been through unimaginable things, terrible and scarring things, but we got through it together. I am broken, but I don’t feel so broken when I’m with him. I’m strong and independent enough to know that I could get through anything on my own - Holly taught me that - but it’s equally good to know that I don’t have to. I’m so happy to be your wife, Everest, and I love you.”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 27, 2019 12:06:13 GMT -5
(Awwweeee that’s so cute :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 27, 2019 12:07:03 GMT -5
Hahaha listen I was bored and needed cheesy fluff)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 27, 2019 12:27:53 GMT -5
Chapter 16: The Great Escape
By the time he got to the square, all that was left of Alessandro was a dead body, hanging limp like doll.
Burton couldn’t stand to see it, he almost cried when he even spotted it out of the corner of his eyes. But he had to continue onwards, if he couldn’t save Alessandro.
At least he could still try to get the others.
So he ran past, onwards towards the main building, where he entered along with some guards. An easy pass, a fake ID clipped to his shirt.
The first order of business was to find the others, that was priority. Then they would get out, and Louden wouldn’t be allowed to do this anymore.
Anger pulled him to move, though he masked his face like usual, just popping the corner and finding a man with a clipboard.
He approached the man, clearing his throat to gain attention, “What room is Amadrya Darrow in?” He started, looking down for a moment to check his watch. Act cool, normal, “I’m supposed to fetch her for President Louden.” Formalities were good.
The man fixed him with a side-eyed glance, looking him over. “You a new recruit?” The man questioned.
“Sir, President Louden claimed it was urgent, they just finished with Alessandro Rune, it’s time for the interview.”
Usually, anyways, he hoped that was correct.
“She’s in room C-324,” the man responded with a sigh, “These poor kids,” he huffed, “Paying for crap they never asked for.”
“That’s an odd opinion...” Burton commented, crossing his arms, “Isn’t that traitorous to claim?”
“It may be, but ask the others. I’m tired of hearin’ kids scream. Reminds me of my children when they would fall and bust their knees, but it’s daily, and it’s horrible.” The man then glared at Burton, “You said it’s urgent kid, go get the girls and get out while Louden’s still away.”
“You-“ Burton started, frantically looking around for a mirror, was it that obvious...?
“Stop talking, that’s what gives you away. Just hurry up and get them out, check room C-356 for extra uniforms to hide them in. Slayte’s with Darrow.” He was speaking in a hushed voice.
“Where’s Holly?” Burton asked, but more guards were approaching. The man before him showed him away, turning to hand out assignments.
So Burton turned, maneuvering through the odd maze, like a mouse. He stopped at the room with the extra uniforms, picking up two and shoving them in a suitcase he had with him. His outfit fit that of some guards, though not all. It wasn’t quite a peacekeeper, more like one of Louden’s advisors. Still, it fit in and got him where he needed to go.
And soon, he stood face to face with the door to the room C-324. With a deep breath, he drew out a pair of keys he grabbed on the way, and opened the door to the room.
He barely had time to dodge as a sobbing mess of a girl launched herself at him, and despite the dodge, she turned back around and tried again.
He had to catch her wrists, albeit stumbling back to do so. His eyes were wide, and Amadrya look ready to help kill him.
“You killed him!” Macaria was crying, yelling at him, “He didn’t deserve to die!”
“No he didn’t,” He agreed, and she seemed to visibly flinch, her eyes widening as she stared at him. He must have sounded familiar, a good sign. Neither girl looked horribly hurt, but the mental trauma was very prevalent on both faces. “It’s me, Burton. We need to hurry.”
“No!” Macaria hissed, “Why are you saving us? Why didn’t you save him?”
“He was already dead when I got there,” He hissed, feeling bad for how rude he came off to be, br he couldn’t stress about it now. “Don’t let his death be in vain, he’d want you to be free.”
“Come on, Macaria, if we have a chance to get out, let’s do it. It’s what Arlo would have wanted,” Amadrya was a lot softer, and Burton sighed in relief when Macaria nodded.
He fished into the suitcases throwing the uniforms at them, and soon all three were in the halls. Macaria’s cries had softened slightly, and Amadrya kept a strong hold on her hand, both bringing comfort to the other.
He led the two, sighing softly. “Now we need to find Holly, do either of you have any clue where she would be?”
“Holly?” Amadrya asked, seemingly shocked, “I thought she got out?”
“What?” He couldn’t believe it, turning and stopping, thank goodness the hall was empty. “No, only Ari and Everest got out.”
He backed up as her expressions changed from shocked to angry in just a moment and he couldn’t really see her face, with the peacekeeper’s helmet on, but he could see the way her hand clenched, how tense she was.
“What do you mean Everest got out?” She was trying hard to control her voice, growling even, “Louden said if I didn’t do the interviews he would kill Everest!”
He frowned in sympathy, but they would have to handle that issue later. He wasn’t leaving without his friend. Not this time. Never again.
“He never mentioned Holly...but...Robin must have mentioned it to Arlo!” Amadrya exclaimed this part, making sure to remain quiet, though she flinched slightly when Macaria looked away in sadness, “Arl-He asked Louden about a girl, asking ‘Where is She?’, we...we never got to see him again after that.”
That didn’t settle well with Burton, it filled him with a strong sense of dread.
“We need to find her.” He responded, turning a corner with the two girls in tow, and soon spotting a slightly cracked open door.
A security room. With tons of screens.
He quickly ushered his friends in closing the door and locking it just in case, before pulling up the camera feeds from the date of the failed mission. He watched and rewatched screens, played them on repeat, hoping to pick up any sign.
He didn’t.
Not until a feed came up from close to midnight, where a girl with ebony hair was dragged by a few guards with Louden beside them, they opened a door to what looked like a padded cell, and dragged the unconscious girl inside.
He kept watching, as the left her in there, exited, and left the hallway.
He increased the speed, waiting to see when she would be taken out of the solitary confinement and be brought back for torture, anything else.
Amadrya peered over his shoulder, watching the feeds before she breathed in slightly, shakily too.
“They left her in there, didn’t they?”
He didn’t grant a response, standing up, and exiting the room, with one destination in mind.
That cursed cell she was left in.
It didn’t take long to reach the room, and as soon as he got there, he opened the door quickly.
The room was quiet, too quiet. He didn’t hear her threats, he didn’t hear her crying, or her yelling.
He didn’t hear breathing either, and that was perhaps what scared him most.
So, as soon as the door opened, he ran in, immediately focusing on the messy thing, all skin and bones with scratches on her cheeks and arms(perhaps from her nails, when she wildly tried to escape), bruises laced her skin.
She was dying, that much was obvious.
Despite laying on the ground like a discarded toy, her sharp eyes flickered upwards just for a moment, fearful, like she didn’t believe they were there, before they flickered to a close again, back into a slumber.
He ran up, picking up the desolate thing, while Amadrya and Macaria cracked the door and came to help him. One remained by the door, without a window they couldn’t remain on watch, but they could hurt anyone that came in. The other, Amadrya, ran up to check on Holly.
“She has a pulse, but she’s dehydrated, really pale, and she has a fever,” with her hand laying over the other girl’s forehead, she frowned at Burton, “We need a plan, we’re going to be caught carrying her.”
“We’re not leaving her.” Perhaps he jumped to conclusions, because she looked shocked at the idea, but he wasn’t about to stop and think about the possibility. They needed to hurry, so he picked Holly up, cradling the lighter than usual girl to his chest, before turning to the door. “We...we’ll think of something.”
“Burton, let me take her-“ Amadrya offered, but he shot her a glare.
“I lost her once, I let her protect me and let her get hurt, I’m not letting her go again.” He practically hissed at Amadrya, turning to Macaria with a nod.
She opened the door, and there before her was a peacekeeper.
However, Burton simple sighed in relief.
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“You know where the tunnels are, take them out that way and run like hell,” The man from earlier, the sympathetic one, explained to Burton, leading them down to the catacombs beneath the building. “Once you get out, get her back to the base.”
Burton nodded, too focused on saving his friends to really catch the words, but Macaria did.
“How do you know about the base?” The man didn’t even flinch at the girl’s glare and words.
“Oh, I don’t know where it’s located, but everyone knows there has to be a base somewhere.” The teens flinched, tensed, read to fight if the need came. “But that’s only because you need a base to do what you kids are doing. This shouldn’t be your fight, but it’s amazing what you are doing regardless. Just remember to be kids still.”
They were at the tunnel, and Burton looked ack, suddenly filled with sympathy, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, “What about you?”
The man seemed confused, “What about me?”
Burton frowned deeper, “The cameras, they would have picked up on you escorting us...Louden, he’ll-“
“Kid, after everything you’ve done, you shouldn’t worry about me.”
“But you might-“ Burton couldn’t bring himself to say that word, looking at the three sickly girls near him, and gulped. “What are you going to do?”
“Kid, don’t stress it. It’s my choice and you can’t change it. You should worry about your friends.” The man pressed, and Burton sighed, because the man was right. The girls needed help.
“What’s your name then?” Burton questioned, earning confusion from the man, and Amadrya and Macaria walked closer to the tunnel, inspecting it.
“Dane?” Dane, the man, questioned, curious about Burton’s motives, because he didn’t get a response, the boy just turned, walking closer to the girl’s.
His eyes flickered to the dark tunnel, of course he had a flashlight on hand, before he glanced back at Dane with a small smile, “Thanks, your one great Dane.”
The pun earned a grin, though the man attempted to mask it with a roll of his eyes, and the teenagers took off on their escape, separating from the rescuer who would soon pay for his actions in aiding the children out.
Regardless, freedom was now at hand.
How long could they keep it?
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 27, 2019 16:44:06 GMT -5
(I have this dumb idea, but gonna roll with it anyway. This is set in the Au world where they all get out and defeat the Capitol!) Some Things never Change
Sapphire gets off the train and slowly makes her way into the Capitol City. She briefly glances around remembering not along ago fighting through the Peacekeepers as she, and the others fought their way towards the president. That all seemed so long ago. Peace between the Capitol and the districts was a little shaky at first but progress was being made. She knew a few of the others were living their best lives now. Some were married, others had children and others were just living their best lives. Sapphire had her own group of admirers but couldn't settle on which one she wanted to be with. Admittedly, she felt strangely empty. She didn't really know how to settle down. There was still this ache and hollow feeling deep within her. This feeling is why she is here in the Capitol. A friend told her about a place where she could fill that empty feeling. She could gain honor and glory just like the former Victors of the games! She continues walking ignoring the curious looks of the people near by. As she walked, the hustle and bustle of the city started to slowly fade away. She sees a small yellow marking spray painted on a near by alleyway. She turns into the alley and stops at a large looking door. She gives a few appropriate knocks and a voice answers from the other side. "What do you want?" Sapphire doesn't miss a beat and says. "Honor, Glory and Bloodshed!" Suddenly, the door flings open and a man with black hair motions her inside. "Welcome." Sapphire goes inside and meets a skinny looking man who leads her down a long flight of stairs. As she descended, she began to hear the sounds of a announcer and cheers from a crowd. She soon reaches a large open area where two people were currently in fighting in hand to hand combat. There was a large crowd of people cheering the two men on and making bets with one another. There are those who people peace and feel content once they have it. However, Sapphire and a few other Careers especially those in training found themselves lost in this era of peace. What do you do when you still have that passion to fight and hone your skills? This little gathering was that solution. At first, a select group of people tried to get this type of deal made into a regular thing, but the new council in charge thought it would be in poor taste. Now, they have settled for making it a underground affair. There wasn't a definitive name for this event. Some called it the Underground Games, The Coliseum, The Pit, The Bloody Pit ect. This started as a thing only for those in the former Career districts but is now expanding to include others. Sapphire moves in a little closer just as the fight gets a lot more intense. She smiles feeling the energy of the crowd. in a few rounds, she would be joining in and trying her luck in the arena. The excitement and nervousness made her skin tingle. This was what she wanted. This is what she told herself at least. (So yeah Underground fight club lol) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 28, 2019 18:04:40 GMT -5
Guys like you and me
We're just the losers
Who keep waiting to be seen, right?
I mean no one seems to care
Or stops to notice that we're there
So we get lost in the in between Did living always hurt this much? Wait, when did it not? The thoughts circulated in Holly’s Head, similar to that of a speeding train. Losing the points that mattered to the wave of overgrowing pessimism. A blank sheet, she told herself, a new canvas to paint. A new family to start with. Well, the family started broken. One had died, and the one who killed her was now someone everyone expected her to befriend. It was hard. Amadrya said that Macaria lost enough already, that Alessandro died to protect them all. Holly would stare of in the distance, a grimace on her face, “Well, he may have died, but Macaria didn’t and his actions don’t speak for her.” Then again, Holly didn’t know Macaria like Amadrya did. Holly didn’t know who any of them were anymore. She didn’t know who she was anymore. And she never had the chance to find out, caught between a conflict that she always wished for, but hated with all her soul. She knew it was needed to make things better, but the longer it went on, the more unsure she was. Forgetful of the future, doubtful she would even get to live it. When had anyone of them noticed her? When had any of them cared? Not in the arena, surely not when she was in that room(many didn’t even notice she was gone), and now? She felt like a ghost, staring at them all with her sarcasm and satire, with her stark silence, and budding feelings of unease. No, no, it wasn’t their fault she felt like this. She knew that in her heart. They did care, they were with her every step of the way. But her mind focused on a goal, drove her mad from within. “Holly?” Beckoned a voice, and her eye twitched in it’s own accord. Least of any of them, she did not want to speak to Macaria. So she turned roughly, arms crossed. Sure, Macaria slot someone close to her, but from what Holly had seen in that arena, Macaria was incable of loving anyone. “What do you want? She asked in a clipped, hateful voice. Sure, in public, Holly wouldn’t outwardly react so harshly to Macaria, but when it was just them? Holly couldn’t care less. She didn’t pretend. “To talk, obviously.” Macaria snapped back, Holly could tell she was done with dealing with this already. Holly rolled her eyes, “Go on then, talk.” “You remind me of myself, Holly.” “What, you’re actually thinking about others now?” Holly pretended to be surprised, mocking her face into shock, before smirking cruelly, “Guess What?” Macaria didn’t respond, just stared her down with tired eyes, “I don’t care! So go on, let me be a reminder of you. Let me remind you of everyone you killed and hurt, and everything you did. Let me remind you of you’re self hate because we both know you never liked me.” “I did.” Macaria hummed, noting that Holly didn’t deny their similarities, “I do, you’re everything I’m not-“ “Then how can I remind you of yourself?” Holly snapped, her eyes narrowed, revealing a furious green torrent. “Because we both have made mistakes and I don’t want you to make the same ones I did!” Macaria yelled, causing the green-eyed fury to stop and stare at her, fists clenched. Macaria had her attention now, “I let Alessandro go, and you’re letting your friends go Holly. You’re not opening up to a chance to have a family. We both don’t have one Holly, and we really need one.” “I-“ The other girl started, her voice stuttering slightly, before she turned away, “I don’t need anyone.” “You and I both know that’s not true.” Holly paused, glancing forward, sighing slightly. “I can’t affort to need anyone.” “Losing people is a part of wars, it’s a given, and it’s a take. If we stop these games, if we stop it all...some sacrifices will be made.” Macaria assured, frowning slightly, she could read through Holly like a book. “But even those we lose will live on in our hearts. We’ll remember them.” “And who’ll remember me?” But if you can somehow keep them thinking of me
And make me more than an abandoned memory
Well that means we matter too
It means someone will see that you are there “What?” Macaria questioned, staring at Holly in shock for a few moments. “Who will remember me when I’m gone, Macaria?” Holly reiterated, stepping closer, “You’re not that dumb, are you? Let me spell it out: Who will remember a thing I did when I’m dead? When I’m gone? When I’m sic feet under the ground and-!” “What the hell do you mean, when you’re gone?” Holly stepped back, slightly fearful, Macaria was clearly mad now. “No matter how this works out, I’m not stopping until Louden is dead,” She responded, arms crossed, “And we both know that’s going to take a sacrifice, don’t we?” Silence. It was easy to sense, easy to feel in the air. Holly may not have liked Macaria, but it wasn’t due to what Macaria did, not as she liked to tell herself. Macaria was everything that Holly could never be. A fighter, a winner, someone who could rise from the ashes of despair and try to be beter(even if it wasn’t being a better person). Macaria didn’t let heartbreak break her, and she recovered time and time again. But she herself? She let it kill her, tear her apart and leave a pile of embers dying out. Her fire was only rekindled for the purpose of protecting another, and died once again when she was ready to put herself out for him. She let everything tear her down, define what she could be. But she had a choice to act, to be something more. All her life, she wanted Louden gone and dead. She wanted him to pay for her miserable life. She wanted vengeance for her, and her alone. Opening up meant that if she failed in her goal, she failed everyone else she loved. Opening up meant that if she died in her goal, she would leave broken hearts, just like hers. “I’m not going to try to change your mind,” she didn’t respond when Macaria spoke, she only sighed in preparation for a lecture, “But that really shouldn’t be your mentality.” “I thought you said you weren’t going to try to change my mind.” She snapped back sarcastically. “Sorry, I lied.” Macaria wasn’t sorry at all, but Holly only smirked at that. “Look, if that’s your goal, fine. It’s mine too, I want revenge too. So it’s wrong, but you can’t change that, can’t depend on it. Plenty of wrong things happen, that’s what the others don’t understand. They are doing this for everyone, I’m doing this for Alessandro, for myself. It’s fine if your doing it for you, and maybe it’s not, but to you, it is. But don’t let that revenge control you, don’t let anything control you. Because then, you’ll die in some dumb battle, Louden will get what he wants, and everyone you could have loved will forget you because you never allowed yourself to open up.” “Well, sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” She’s quipped, noting the words, calming. “Maybe I am.” “That’s a lot to uncover, I thought friends were supposed to take things slow and easy?” She waited for a response, already calmed, and her opinions of the girl massively boosted. “Well, I guess it sucks that we’re essentially sisters then,” she shook her head with a laugh at Macaria’s antics, but didn’t reject the idea, “Because we get to take these things out as fast as we want. And no matter what, I’ll never forget you.” No one deserves to be forgotten
No one deserves to fade away
No one should come and go
And have no one know he was ever even here
No one deserves to disappear
To disappear
Disappear “Remember how you said you wouldn’t forget me? That you cared?” Of course Macaria couldn’t hear. Of course no one could. Back in the cursed cell, but it was step one. A plan. She always had one. Little dagger up her sleeve, eyes glazed over, ready to enact her plan. “I’m expecting you to live it up, Macaria. If we’re really sisters, do me that much.” When the door opened, when she went to face Louden and her crimes. She fought off her guards, sustaining a few wounds, but it didn’t matter. When she went face to face with him, it didn’t matter. Because she could do one thing for her family. One thing to avenge them. He killed one of them, broke Macaria’s heart, ruined the future. She heard about it more and more. He wouldn’t get away with it. So when she did face him, she finished the conversation with a dagger in the back. She finished the fight with a grin and a smile. She finished it with her heart on the line and no secrets left to tell. She finished it with an amulet, not full of the past, but full of the present, of memories made with her closest loved ones. And it finished with revenge long awaited, no matter the cost. Disappear It was just weeks before. “You know Holly?” Macaria whispered, sitting at the table with the rest of their friends, eating, conversing. Holly stared back, eyes wide, with a spoon halfway in her mouth, grumbling out a “What?” “Don’t do something you’ll regret.” No response. “Please Don’t disappear. Please don’t leave. Don’t do something that takes you away.” “I won’t.” Disappear |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2019 18:10:13 GMT -5
Okay that was incredible and super inspired me
I love Holly so much she’s probably my favourite character x and you got Macaria so well)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2019 19:09:05 GMT -5
“What do you want?”
It’s the first time I’ve spoken to Holly since we got out of the Capitol. Actually, since we got back to the rebel base I haven’t really spoken to anyone to be honest. I’ve needed a lot of time on my own, but nothing eases the pain of losing Alessandro.
The two of us are talking in the training g room, which is where I came to try and take my mind off things for a little. Plus, if I work out until I get tired I figure I might actually sleep tonight.
“I want for the two of us to be friends,” I reply
“I mean,” Holly says “I have about a million reasons not to be friends with you and the fact you tried to murder me is only one of them.”
“Listen, I never said I was a good person,” I sigh “but I’m trying. I hate who I used to be, and if I wasn’t trying to change I wouldn’t have made the sacrifices and took the risks I did trying to rescue you and the others.”
”Oh, please, you never liked me,” Holly scoffs “You singled me out from training.”
“Because I saw you as a threat, which is basically the Career equivalent of a compliment!” I explain “But also because I saw myself in you.”
“We’re nothing alike,” Holly scoffs “I’m not a manipulative murderer,”
I sigh.
“Well, one thing we both have in common is that Alessandro gave his life for us and the cause, and I don’t know about you but I don’t want him to be forgotten or to have died in vain. Because you can say what you like about me - I don’t care, because you’re probably right, and I won’t deny what a terrible person I was - but Alessandro did do something good.”
Holly seems to look at me differently then. There’s a little respect there, but a little tinge of sympathy, or understanding, or realisation. Something like that.
“I know, and I’m not going to forget that,” Holly nods “we won’t let Louden get away with it.”
I fix her with my most piercing stare at that point.
“Do you promise?” I ask
Holy nods, and I’m not ashamed to admit I cried.
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It’s several months later, and Holly and I are friends now. At least more friends than we were. Friends enough that we’re sitting together on a sofa in the rebel base.
“I didn’t like you because I was jealous,” Holly admitted “of how strong and resilient you were, when I wasn’t. In the Capitol... I wasn’t strong enough.”
This admission was somewhat out of the blue, I think for both of us, as I look at Holly in surprise.
“What?” I ask “I was jealous of your strength. You practically raised yourself when I had everything handed to me, you never feared me at all in the arena even when you thought I was going to kill you. You were prepared to sacrifice yourself for Burton, you are prepared to sacrifice yourself for the cause. You were unbelievably strong in the Capitol, stronger than I was. I was weak as a kid, otherwise I would have spoken out against the Capitol, been like you.”
“Is that why you hated me?” Holly asks
“No, that was because you’re too similar to me. It used to be that you reminded me of who I could have been if I hadn’t been raised in the Academy, if I’d had a chance to grow up without manipulation and propaganda from the Capitol. I guess I was a little jealous of the fact that you knew exactly who you are when I couldn’t separate who I really am from the Capitol mutt. Sometimes I still can’t. I don’t know who I would have been. But lately it’s that I see you making my mistakes and I don’t want you to.”
“What mistakes?”
“Pushing people away, forgetting those around you for the sake of your ambition. Some goal you want to reach. I lost Alessandro to that, let him go without him ever knowing how I really felt. You can’t count on anything in war, you know that. You need to hold onto your friends, or you’ll lose us. You might be willing to sacrifice yourself to kill Louden, I am too, but you’re forgetting that some of us might die during this as well. Don’t let us slip away.”
And it was from that day that we truly became sisters
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