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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 13, 2019 15:52:27 GMT -5
Yeah I’ll probably write them all, but a shorter one for Astrape cos she’ll probably go in the bloodbath. She’s my sacrifice for that.
Hahahahaha for Alessandro and Carlo it might literally come to a coin flip)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 13, 2019 15:56:20 GMT -5
(...good idea.
Gotta find a coin XD.)
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Post by Sparky on May 13, 2019 15:56:36 GMT -5
[ ok I actually have time to work on my charries bc my school has been on lockdown for the past two hours...
I really want ari to either compliment amadrya or contrast her completely ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 13, 2019 15:58:23 GMT -5
[ ok I actually have time to work on my charries bc my school has been on lockdown for the past two hours... I really want ari to either compliment amadrya or contrast her completely ] Oh gosh really, why was your school on lockdown? I would be so down for either of those. If they stick together in the Arena I envision either an unstoppable duo (well, I mean, they will eventually have to be...stopped...but still) or an unlikely friendship, either of which would be awesome. |
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Post by Sparky on May 13, 2019 16:03:30 GMT -5
Some dumb kid at a neighboring school posted a gun on his Instagram and put "bye bye (my school)" in the caption. I don't even think he is anywhere on campus but it's better to be safe than sorry these days.
Anyway yeah he's either going to be a completely innocent kid or someone who actually plans on winning by any means ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 13, 2019 16:05:44 GMT -5
Yeah I get that. It’s crazy though cos that kinda stuff never happens in the UK. We have no school shootings, but I guess we make up for it in casual stabbings.
Either of them would be so interesting and you can totally decide how you want his relationship to Amadrya to be)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 13, 2019 16:45:25 GMT -5
 - - - - - Holly Alandria |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 13, 2019 17:17:50 GMT -5
- - - - - Holly AlandriaHolly stood, staring ahead with absolute boredom, as girls chattered nervously in the line. She held her tongue, she was always told that if you had nothing nice to say, don’t talk. But then again, if she followed that logic, she would never speak at all. But the fact was, really, these girls before her always watched the games with such excitement, ready to see people die, and gossiping about who was hottest in the games, or who they would place their money on, if they had it. Not that Holly wanted to see anyone die, but these girls really had no place to be so nervous, when they laughed about the deaths of games prior, claiming that ‘how could someone die in such a pathetic Way?’ It sickened her.
Another part of her went along with it though, eyes darkened, “Oh,” she whispered, just loud enough to be heard, “So it’s fine when they die, but not you, huh?”
She was promptly ignored and talked about much to her absolute surprise, but a smirk was on her face regardless, her sad humor and sardonic ways made her likeable to few, and ignored by many.
She was dressed in formal clothing, for the most part. She had on a baby blue loose tunic, with crossovers of fabric and a belt of black, it was rather fancy and elegant, surprising for the young lady. She had on black pants to match, and simply flats. Her hair was short, barely reaching her shoulders, and was left in it’s windswept way. She didn’t mind dressing up a bit, it was nice for a change, but she wasn’t about to blow the socks off of anyone. She would never want to please the Capital. Hence why instead of a simply bun, she left her hair down, and instead of a dress, she went for the outfit she chose. No doubt was she a pretty girl, to mild degrees, not a model by any means, but her attitude was unliked by those that noticed her, most of the time.
For her, the silence was better than caring. Her father and mother were rich, better off then some in District 8, but not capital rich by any means. But of course, they weren’t with her any longer. One dead, the other chose to leave afterwards. She learned quickly that those you love are the ones that leave. So she never got close to people, friends always left, or found someone better. She had work, and just a tiny bit of inheritance to keep herself afloat.
She barely flinched when her finger was pricked, and stood in the back. Her gaze swept over those around her. So many looked so afraid. She felt so empty to it all though. She had nothing left to lose, no one she loved. Perhaps it would be better to hear her name then listen to some innocent child be called up and die.
Then again, volunteering wouldn’t help, she didn’t know anybody, or barely anyone, and most of those called in recent years were older, adapt children who had chances of winning. A year ago, she would have cried if she was called. Now it didn’t matter. She didn’t want to be called. But everyday was a cycle.
She still fealt a nervous tickle at the edge of her fingers, and clenched her fist to breath out. She was afraid of dying. Because it looked very painful when her father died. Maybe it was the want to be away from the place, the reaping always had some effect on her, even though she lost her parents years ago, she did have hope a year ago, and now it dwindled. But she still had her humor, and a bit of her kindness. Her intellect was above average, making her great for work.
The lady on the stage sickened her, and all at once she felt nauseous. The greetings came and went, as the lady chirped in her annoying voice, which Holly frowned at with great annoyance.
She mumbled under her breath, “Greetings, ready to see which children will die this year?” And Perhaps it was in high tone, louder than she expected. Not so loud anyone beyond the few next to her could hear, but earning some nervous giggles in response.
“Now for the ladies!” The Capital women called, and everyone was watching with large eyes. Holly watched rather passively, ready to be done with the day, get back to work tommorow, and prepare herself for the emotional scarring to come with the games. The lady fished through the bowl, plucking a name out and turning to the crowd.
Holly glanced around, turning to look back quickly, in a year, she would have her last reaping. She would never have a child, and she would never let some person ruin her life with the facade of love. She would be past this, and done, and learn to be hopeful again.
“Holly Alandria!” The women called.
Perhaps she wouldnt? Holly looked shocked, but no one cried in horror, no one seemed that upset. Just passive faces, some sneaks, but mostly just apathetic or slightly empathetic glances as they parted for her.
She put her head up higher, stepping through, stopping slightly, next to the girls she had spoke to earlier, her gaze was colder, as it sometimes seemed to be, “Are you going to have fun watching me die too?” She questioned, not waiting for an awnser as she stalked up to the stage.
She stood, her cold glare acknowledging the crowd with minor displeasure. A life like hers taught one to let go of emotions, and put up a facade. Not that she exactly cared anymore.
The women addressed her slightly, and her face turned to the camera, a taunting little look on the short girl. It was unusual, perhaps, to see such a presentation on a tribute. But it wasn’t deadly cocky look. It was one full of questions. But the camera was facing the moved women, who stood before the boys bowl now.
She took her chance. No camera on her, no one to read too much into some teen mouthing things. Just people, who were watching to lady, eyes off of her. Her gaze just watched the people in the crowd again, and she simply mouthed the words. Even if no one would be able to read the words. Even if no one cared.
“Do you enjoy this?”
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 13, 2019 18:35:48 GMT -5
Yeah I get that. It’s crazy though cos that kinda stuff never happens in the UK. We have no school shootings, but I guess we make up for it in casual stabbings. Either of them would be so interesting and you can totally decide how you want his relationship to Amadrya to be) (“Casual stabbings” XD) |
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Post by Sparky on May 13, 2019 19:40:46 GMT -5
[ I feel the need to make actual roleplaying templates for my charries but I actually have no idea how technology works so  And yeah um 'casual' and stabbings' are two words that do not belong in the same sentence xD ]] |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 13, 2019 23:14:39 GMT -5
It sounds like they shouldn’t go together but here they do
Chaos I love Holly)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 13, 2019 23:23:44 GMT -5
Oh also I’ll write Burton’s reaping today)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 13, 2019 23:25:24 GMT -5
(Yes Holly is amazing XD
also updating the front page now!!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 13, 2019 23:27:02 GMT -5
(Cool! And you can assign my stylist to any district you like, just a random district)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 13, 2019 23:41:49 GMT -5
(also amadrya is so cool, just read her thing :3)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 13, 2019 23:42:23 GMT -5
Ah hahah thanks  that was fun to write) |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 0:20:06 GMT -5
(alright I think I added everyone's characters)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 0:21:46 GMT -5
I think you got everyone apart from Remus, my mentor for District 6. He’s a little hard to find to be fair, I think he’s on the first page)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 0:36:45 GMT -5
(OMG HOW COULD I FORGET THE DADI SO SORRY)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 1:08:16 GMT -5
Hahahahaha don’t worry at all XD)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 1:14:19 GMT -5
(want to rp with the stylists and/or mentors? )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 1:16:13 GMT -5
Ooh of course! I’m down to use either of my charries, do you have any preference whether you’d rather use stylists or mentors?)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 1:30:08 GMT -5
(wanna do mentors? like maybe the mentors all gather to watch the reapings together in the capitol? We could do Kiera and Rupin)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 1:31:23 GMT -5
Yeah for sure! I’m getting a starter up for Perri but I can always start after that if you’d like?
Also I bet that Rupin typo was because of Lupin in Harry Potter)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 1:50:07 GMT -5
(Ok! And ah dang it, you're right XD Sorry hahaha)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 1:52:02 GMT -5
(Okay I’ll get a starter up soon x I gotta head to school but I have a free period this morning so once I get there I’ll start
Oh and don’t apologise I thought it was hilarious)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 2:51:29 GMT -5
(Okay I’m finally gonna start.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 3:15:44 GMT -5
(I don’t have a header for him yet so XD and this may be bad once again. I made up some stuff for their history but feel free to correct me on anything I got wrong or add/change anything you like)
The reapings had begun, and it was time for the mentors to take a look at their tributes for that year, giving them a chance to get ahead with coming up with the most beneficial strategies to try and help their tributes. But Remus didn’t really have that kind of optimism after all these years.
As he stood before a huge screen in an even larger room, he shared tense nods with the mentors for the other districts. Some of them were friends, but Remus was not friends with the majority of them, especially since the mentors were gradually getting younger and younger than him now. Besides, while they could be relatively friendly most of the year, in the Games it was harder to do that; after all, every mentor was planning on giving their tributes the best chance of killing the tributes of all the other mentors.
But there was one mentor in that room he knew he was friends with even now. Kiera had won only two years after him, though she was a few years younger than he had been when he won his Games. Remus has been a mentor at her games when he was twenty. After she won and started mentoring herself, Remus had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on her and make sure she was alright. They’d been friends ever since.
He approached the District 11 woman, standing in silence at her side for a moment. It was a pretty comfortable silence, though, because they’d never necessarily needed conversation to fill silences.
“Well, it’s that time of year again,” he said with a sigh, “time to see this year’s lambs to the slaughter.”
He could get into trouble for saying things like that, but the Capitol largely didn’t see him as threats anymore. He ran his mouth sometimes but he knew there was nothing he could do about the system and so he never actually did anything about what he was saying. Besides, it was a fair enough assessment. There hadn’t been a victor for his district in all the years he’d been mentoring.
Before he’d let it break him, it had caused him so much pain every time he lost a tribute. But now he was pretty much apathetic about it. He’d numbed himself to the whole thing, had stopped caring because it was too painful. There wasn’t any point in setting himself or these kids up for pain and failure.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 5:55:21 GMT -5
Burton Acton
And either victory, or else a grave
He accompanied his younger sisters, Lea and Twylla. Lea was almost fifteen and Twylla had only just turned thirteen, and the three siblings all bore a striking resemblance. Everybody who knew one of the siblings could recognise the others instantly as an Acton.
He let them prick his finger and take his blood with barely a wince, and then waited for his sisters. He gave them each a hug before he headed over to where the other boys were waiting, and they walked together to wait with the girls.
He watched the Capitol woman talking in her sickly-sweet voice, tottering over to the glass bowl with the girls’ names in, her heels clicking as she did so.
Burton held his breath, praying he wouldn’t hear the name of either of his little sisters.
“Holly Alandria.”
He exhaled in relief, as did (he was sure) many people in the crowd. Just glad it wasn’t them.
The name sounded familiar, but Burton didn’t think he’d ever interacted with her before. Perhaps it was someone his sisters knew or someone with whom he had a mutual friend. Still, he felt a pang for her. He did every year.
But what surprised him was that when Holly stood on the stage, Burton was sure she had mouthed ‘do you enjoy this?’ to the crowd.
This girl intrigued Burton, he couldn’t deny that. She had more daring than most people he’d seen. And he utterly agreed with the sentiments she was sharing.
Now the Capitol woman was in front of the male names, and he watched as she pulled out the paper and unfurled it, preparing to read out the name.
“Burton Acton.”
Well that wasn’t something he could have expected. Not that he didn’t know there was a chance, but it didn’t feel real. It felt almost dreamlike as the crowd parted for him, as he felt the sympathetic gaze - or else the apathetic gaze - of the crowd on him. The cries of his sisters sounded distant.
He couldn't think about Lea and Twylla, he had to block them from his mind at that moment. They would take care of one another if they lost him in these Games, and he couldn’t do this if he thought about them. Any of this.
He walked up to the stage, though he wasn’t aware of ever having decided to walk. It was as if his body was carrying him there of his own accord.
Suddenly, though, he was there. And as the woman commanded Burton and Holly to shake hands, Burton approached the other tribute and did as he was told, though not without whispering a few words to her.
“I agree with you. It’s all a game until you’re in it.”
He wanted her to know that he agreed with her and that he understood her anger, but most of all that if she was in need of an ally in the Arena, she could count on Burton (as her district partner) to help her out. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 6:00:23 GMT -5
That was short cos it’s on mobile but I’ll probs edit and lengthen it later)
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that was fun to write)
