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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 12, 2019 11:32:44 GMT -5
Yay a small bit of Macaria background XD)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 12, 2019 11:39:37 GMT -5
(I love it :3.
She’s so much more understandable, but also, like, really unique and cool and I love it.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 12, 2019 11:51:22 GMT -5
(Hehe thanks  I did a lot of debating on how to kill off her family and finally landed on that I also thought going into that could further the links with her and Holly, since they pretty much both survived on their own) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 12, 2019 12:12:25 GMT -5
(Makes it kind of more interesting that Maracaria is the one who kills Holly....
That’s going to be fun omg.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 12, 2019 12:17:15 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh yeah I never thought about that
That’ll be awesome)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 12, 2019 16:53:47 GMT -5
(Here)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 12, 2019 19:10:47 GMT -5
[ Okay imma try my best to get another interview up tonight and if I don't one of y'all can drive to Oklahoma and slap me ]
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 12, 2019 20:43:39 GMT -5
Who needs to drive to ocklamo when I can just do this?) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 12, 2019 20:45:19 GMT -5
XD)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 12, 2019 20:47:00 GMT -5
[ I felt that.
But no, I actually need to do something with my neglected charries(aka all but ari xD) ]]
edit: your spelling of oklahoma is more accurate than the real spelling
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 12, 2019 20:52:48 GMT -5
[ I felt that. But no, I actually need to do something with my neglected charries(aka all but ari xD) ]] edit: your spelling of oklahoma is more accurate than the real spelling (Haha when I realize I actually have characters. I feel like everything i do to most of my characters is ‘how much can I torture them before people start finding out I’m a psychopath?’) |
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Post by Sparky on Jun 12, 2019 21:00:27 GMT -5
[ big mood, though tbh I only tortured Jensyn a tiny bit with Kindle's death... ]
I tortured her in other ways by making the maze distort her reality a bit and basically make her have paranoia before her death c: ]]
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 12, 2019 21:12:31 GMT -5
(Does the interview person have an official name?)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 12, 2019 22:36:22 GMT -5
[ I don't think so? You can probably make one up if you want to avoid repetition in your interviews ]
I fluctuated from 'interviewer' to 'announcer' at times and also just didn't mention it was him when the dialogue was obvious. But yeah, Idk if there's actually an official name xP ]]
ALSO: yea yea I know I didn't get a post up tonight but I ended up making it a cathartic Ari post and it goes to a song so it's taking really long xD ]]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 13, 2019 1:06:15 GMT -5
Morning all!
Yeah there’s no name for the interviewer)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 13, 2019 1:09:32 GMT -5
[ I felt that. But no, I actually need to do something with my neglected charries(aka all but ari xD) ]] edit: your spelling of oklahoma is more accurate than the real spelling
(I tried spelling ocklamoho but my brain just wont and it’s more fun to just let it try its half best bc it’s really funny) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 13, 2019 1:12:00 GMT -5
[ I felt that. But no, I actually need to do something with my neglected charries(aka all but ari xD) ]] edit: your spelling of oklahoma is more accurate than the real spelling
(I tried spelling ocklamoho but my brain just wont and it’s more fun to just let it try its half best bc it’s really funny)That’s a big mood XD) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 13, 2019 1:49:50 GMT -5
(I tried spelling ocklamoho but my brain just wont and it’s more fun to just let it try its half best bc it’s really funny)That’s a big mood XD) “Ocklamoho” I absolutely love it.) |
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Post by Sparky on Jun 13, 2019 11:07:38 GMT -5
[ Ms. Zuri ]
Which oh btw I am going to on the 24th-28th for a camp ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 13, 2019 11:09:43 GMT -5
(Hehehe I’m loving all these jokes
Hi! I’m just kinda chilling but also I have a lot of revision tonight and ugh it sucks
But tomorrow after my exam I should have so much time over the weekend to chat and write stuff and it’s gonna be great. And I might actually be able to think of some more stuff to write cos I’m out of ideas too xD)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 13, 2019 11:11:31 GMT -5
[ I'll have two 8 hour car rides this weekend, so I will probably be hanging around, possibly writing stuff on mobile. ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 13, 2019 11:12:42 GMT -5
(ahhhh those are long drives. But I’ll be around so we can chat and stuff while you’re driving)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 13, 2019 12:42:22 GMT -5
(yes, sparky is from ocklamoho, I am from abalama and pall is from eglande)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 13, 2019 12:45:28 GMT -5
(*tips top hat*)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 13, 2019 12:49:30 GMT -5
Hearing her assessment of him, Everest let out a low chuckle. But, he couldn’t help but appreciate that she noticed more about him than the average person, who saw him as just another member of the career pack.
“Well, thank you. And you are right. They don’t like you. Especially not the girls. But they also hate me, so I figure I should get to bring another ally into the pack as self preservation.” And if he could pick, he wanted that ally to be Amadrya. As a fierce fighter who wouldn’t kill unless needed, she was the perfect choice. As long as he didn’t try and kill her, he had a feeling she’d have his back.
When she finally agreed, Everest simply nodded in response. “It’s settled then. And I know you aren’t stupid. If you were, then I wouldn’t bother recruiting you. I don’t need any more stupid people in the pack than there already are.”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 13, 2019 12:50:14 GMT -5
(Ooh I cant wait to read this properly and do a full reply when I finish my Latin ) |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 13, 2019 13:03:56 GMT -5
(haha it’s nothing too special, although Everest does throw some shade at the other careers)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 13, 2019 13:22:30 GMT -5
(Hahaha Everest throwing shade at the other careers is all I need in life tbh)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 13, 2019 13:30:07 GMT -5
(I’m also writing an Ireena piece that will be up shortly)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 13, 2019 13:45:35 GMT -5
(ok so this is actually really depressing so I’m sorry for everyone who chooses to read this.)
{waking up on dirty floors
life lethargic such a bore
i live my days painted in
A legacy of late liquor smoke}
As her little sister coughed due to the heavy smoke in their shack of a home, Ireena glared at father, who was staring out the dirty window pane, with a cigarette in his hand.
It was the day of the reaping ceremony, and since her mother had up and left years ago, it was up to Ireena to get her sister ready for her first reaping. As she raked an old brush with half the bristles missing through her sister, Nola’s dark hair, Ireena kept her mouth shut, focusing on her task so as not to think of how much she hated the man she was forced to call her father.
“Heh. Grab me another bottle.” Hearing her father’s slurred words, Ireena looked up to see a still half full bottle dangling from his hands. “You still haven’t finished that one,” she said sharply. But she immediately regretted her words when a loud crash filled the dark room, causing her sister to wince as the bottle shattered just feet from where she sat.
Setting the brush aside, Ireena clenched her jaw and retrieved her father another two bottles, before putting Nola’s hair up into a simple braid. “Alright, then. Are you ready?” She asked the thirteen year old girl, whose clear fear in her large eyes made Ireena’s stomach churn.
Ireena felt the same way as her sister. She just couldn’t afford to show it.
{ i was doomed from the start
now watch me fall apart
i'll never be the same
oh honestly}
When she heard her name called, Ireena froze. No. No this couldn’t be happening. She wasnt sure if she was more upset for herself or her sister though. Because while she would be going to the games, and would undoubtably die soon, Nola would be forced to fend for herself, and their abusive, drunken shell of a father, without anyone to protect her. As she stumbled up to the stage, her mind raced. Flashbacks from her life flew through her brain. She tried to think of a time when she had been happy. Something to take her mind off of the hell she was about to face. But she couldn’t. Ireena realized then that she had never had a chance. Life was simply stacked against her, and was intent on watching her crash and burn.
{you wont look me in my face
or notice that i've changed
or grown up just a little bit
and i want you to know that
if i could go back
i would'nt change a single thing}
When it was time for her to say goodbye to her family, Ireena was shocked by the fact that her father actually came. She said goodbye to her sister first, and told her how much she loved her. “Don’t let him hurt you. If he tried anything, just run away. It’s not worth staying.” She whispered into Nola’s ear as she gave her a hug, with tears streaming down her face.
Her father hung back, his eyes on the floor as he waited for Ireena to speak to him. Straightening, the girl put on a face void of any emotion. “Look at me.” She said firmly, though there was a hint of brokenness in her tone. But her father showed no response, as if he couldn’t hear. “Look at me!” She hissed, her voice rising as she stormed up to him and grabbed him by the collar, forcing him to meet her gaze.
Finally, her father’s bloodshot eyes met hers, but there was little recognition in them. Hatred filled Ireena as she searched for any sign of love or concern for her safety in his face. Part of her wished she could have had a normal childhood, with two loving parents. That she could have had a family. But she was realizing now that if that dream had been true, then she wouldn’t have been able to leave them as easily as she could leave now. So perhaps it was better not to wish things had changed. For everyone’s sake.
{like a ship without a sail
after everyone has bailed
im sinking in the deep end
hanging on to demons
its the only way to leave them}
When Ireena arrived at the capitol, she essentially put herself on auto control, simply going through the motions as she prepared for what she knew was coming. During training hours, the girl floated through the stations, only putting half a mind to each of them as the other half of herself tried to decide if it was worth fighting in the Games, or if she should just give in to her ultimate destiny.
{hello nightmares
hellish nights where
the sleep isn't what it should be
bye to myself
farewell to my dreams
so long to this version of me}
Ireena’s nights were plagued by nightmares. Nightmares of her father coming at her with a broken bottle in his hand and a crazed, yet hollow look in his eyes. Nightmares of her sister having to endure all that she had fought to protect her from. Nightmares of what would happen to her in the arena.
On the final night before the games, Ireena had finally made up her mind. The Games were her way out. Her way to put an end to the living hell she had put up with until now. She had decided that she would die in the games. She gave up all the hope she had stored deep within herself. Hope that light have come in handy had her name never been called. But she threw it away now. Hope for a future, and the hope of one day creating a self worthy of love was gone. She had accepted her fate, and had said goodbye.
{all i ever wanted was...}
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I did a lot of debating on how to kill off her family and finally landed on that
