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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 0:22:43 GMT -5
Ooh Ari seems interesting Sparky, I’m guessing you went for contrast. That’d create an interesting dynamic for them as district partners
Yeah I’m down to rp pregame stuff but we should definitely wait for Leo)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 1:30:54 GMT -5
Kiera gave Remus a small smile when he mentioned her games. She had won when she was only 14. But to win that young was rare, and required a certain...ruthlessness that most tributes that age simply didn't possess. "I suppose. But like you said, it almost seems crueler to make them think they have a chance. False hope can be just as harmful as a dagger. Only instead of killing your body, it kills your soul..." she let that thought trail off. It was a hard thing to admit, but it was true. And every time she trained a tribute, she couldn't help but think about that reality. Shaking her head, she focused back on what Remus was saying about his tributes. "They look strong. I think you have a lot to work with," She said, before glancing up at the screen once more. It was playing District 10's reaping now, which meant it was almost her district's turn.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 1:33:57 GMT -5
(I like Kiera btw  it’s a shame we don’t have the D11 tributes yet. Oh the irony if someone made really young characters for it now I will get a response up soon hopefully) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 1:37:55 GMT -5
Oh wait no we do have one don’t we, Darius)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 1:59:11 GMT -5
(thanks! and haha yeah, maybe Leo will make a 12 year old and wreck poor old kiera)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 2:03:47 GMT -5
Hahaha maybe. We don’t have any younger than fourteen right now I don’t think x
I’m looking forward to all of this it’ll be fun)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 2:20:35 GMT -5
Remus said nothing to Kiera’s first words, because it was a truth to which he didn’t really need to add anything. Giving tributes false hope like that wasn’t something he had ever really been able to do. But he couldn’t discourage them before they went into the Arena either.
He remembered Kiera’s Games. He’d been twenty, still pretty new to the whole mentoring thing, and he’d been pretty astonished when he saw her win at only fourteen. That kind of thing happened only rarely. And she’d been young and he had, in the following years (at least while she was the same age as the tributes in the Games) he’d kept an eye on her. Made sure she was doing okay. But she was capable, she always had been.
“I think so,” he said with a nod “but I’m cautious. I don’t like to give myself false hope either.”
District 10’s reaping was playing on the screen, and he watched a girl ascend the steps to the stage. Riley something. She looked maybe fifteen or sixteen, which wasn’t bad. Fifteen was on the younger end, but still in with a chance. No reason why she couldn’t win.
As the District 10 reaping continued and they waited for Kiera’s district, Remus hoped Kiera wouldn’t be disappointed this year. He knew her having good tributes would lower the chances of his own tributes winning, but he didn’t care. He wanted Kiera to have strong tributes, older ones. So she had something to work with and she wouldn’t have to go through the heartbreak of losing kids. Remus knew how that felt, feeling like you’d failed then when a twelve or thirteen-year-old had their name projected into the sky. That feeling was still there with every tribute lost, but it was less acute when the tribute was older and able to defend themselves better.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 2:41:00 GMT -5
(ok I think i added all the characters to the front page but lmk if I missed some. Also, sparky and hawky, you each have 1 more tribute you can make :) )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 2:50:28 GMT -5
I think you got everyone ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 9:10:29 GMT -5
Is it kinda bad that I am considering killing future Catullus? I was literally just thinking about this. Like a dark ending where he dies and (maybe) we could go with revolution stuff starting.
Or should I make him have a happy ending where he meets someone and can make a new family and all that stuff?
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 10:09:42 GMT -5
(ooh either one would be fun! We could do two alternate endings)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 10:13:53 GMT -5
Ooh okay sounds good to me. I’ll work on those and then my reapings for Macaria and Astrape |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 10:17:55 GMT -5
Bad ending first - you guys can make up your own minds as to which one you want to be true  ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 11:38:31 GMT -5
The year of the 103rd Hunger Games. Somewhere in the Capitol
Catullus had well and truly put his foot in it this time. Well, he had put his foot in it countless times before, but this was probably the worst yet. Worse than anything he'd done before, worse than the outbursts that had resulted in him losing his family or the ones that had resulted in him having to take poison.
True to the President's word after the 100th Games, every time Catullus said something on air that he wasn't entirely happy with, there was a glass of pink liquid waiting for him when he got home. And the President would know whether or not he had drunk it because he'd had cameras installed. It caused him incredible pain to take it.
But it had done its job, undeniably, over the last few years. Catullus' organs had slowly been shutting down, because he had defiantly refused to stop in his criticism of the Capitol - speaking out whenever he found a convenient opportunity. He had gotten pale, skinny, and very ill. It had been obvious to everyone in Panem what was happening, but of course, nobody dared to speak a word.
Until recently. During the 102nd Games, Catullus had been forced to take the poison again and had gotten so ill he had collapsed live on camera and had been rushed to a hospital, though of course they did little more for him than keep him alive. None of the staff at the hospital commented on the fact that his organs were damaged and at risk of failure, despite the fact that they could help him because most anything was curable in the Capitol these days.
After that point, the words Catullus had said (and a huge wave of famine and disease) had sparked rebellion in the lower districts, and it slowly began to spread.
Now this was where Catullus had put his foot in it, because he decided to get involved and help the rebel cause. Not only did he sneak symbols of the rebellion into his outfits on camera, but he secretly used his own money to help the revolutionaries get supplies and to transport those supplies to the lower districts, sneaking them onto trains and bribing peacekeepers to look the other way. He'd made sure that no evidence of his activities was left in his house where the President could see it through his cameras.
But somehow or another they had found out, though he supposed it wasn't surprising considering how closely President Louden had been monitoring him. Catullus had promptly been arrested, and had spent the last few months imprisoned in the Capitol, having been all kinds of starved and tortured. By this point he'd forgotten what his voice sounded like if he wasn't screaming.
He'd spent his 30th birthday in prison. The Capitol had done an excellent job at covering the whole situation up, so nobody questioned why they weren't seeing Catullus' familiar face on their screens presenting that year's Games. Though he was sure everybody knew the real reason who cared enough to think about it.
But now Catullus had been led into a small outdoor space, where a peacekeeper stood with a gun. But most importantly, the President was there, his calculating gaze fixed on Catullus. He knew what that meant; he hadn't seen the President since just after the 100th Games, not in person. This was not looking good for him.
He was forced to kneel, which in a way was just as well. Standing for any length of time was hard now.
"You're looking rough," Louden said, a small smile creeping onto his face "the last few years haven't been kind to you, have they?"
The man was right, by all accounts. Catullus had looked ill the past few years, but now he looked worse than ever. Dishevelled, dirty, thin. He wore no makeup, his skin was riddled with scars and bruises. There was no blue left in his hair; it had been cut almost entirely off when he was first taken prisoner and it was only just beginning to grow back at all. The hair he had was now a golden-toned mid-brown and was only a few centimetres long.
"It's not the years that did this to me," Catullus responded
"Of course, of course. But you really left me no choice, now did you? You don't seem to know when to stop. I suppose it's my fault, really. I should never have let a former victor present the Games."
"If you really thought this was your fault, or you cared either way, I wouldn't be here. You always intended to execute me, the moment you got a chance."
"Quite right. Letting the Capitol have a victor for a pet was a dangerous game, especially one with a few brain cells. I think we both know you cannot be allowed to live. You did an excellent job of charming the Capitol but now you have outlived your purpose and, what's more, you are supporting the revolution. You have to go, Catullus." President Louden replied
Catullus froze at the use of his name,
"Burton."
"What?"
"You know my name is Burton. You dehumanised me as much as you could while I was imprisoned here, stripped me of my identity the moment I became a victor. The least you can do is call me by my real name when you're about to execute me."
"Very well. Farewell, Burton Acton."
The peacekeeper raised his gun, aiming it at Catullus' heart. He seemed to be waiting for the President's signal.
"President Louden?" Catullus said, "May the odds be ever in your favour."
Louden's face twisted into one of anger, and he made a quick gesture with his hand. There was the crack of a gun, and Catullus fell back. But there was a smile on his face.
He would never have died without having the last word.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 11:39:58 GMT -5
And now I'll work on the good ending]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 11:41:09 GMT -5
The year of the 103rd Hunger Games. District 8
It was very early in the morning in District 8 as a tired Catullus was roused by the crying of a baby and groaned lightly in his sleep before clambering slowly out of bed and shuffling out of his bedroom and across the hallway, where there was another room in which sat a crib.
He went by Burton again now, and he no longer wore the extravagant Capitol fashion, though he still wore the needle gifted to him by Livia when he was a teenager. His hair was back to its natural brown, and he wore no makeup. He dressed in the typical clothing of his district. He didn't look ill as he once had, his body having repaired itself from the single dose of poison he had taken before he'd left the Capitol. He'd left before he had a chance to cause more trouble and be fored to take more poison.
He had made a deal with President Louden to let him return to his home district and quit his job if he promised never to speak a word against the Capitol again and when he went back he didn't live in the victor's village. He had to live a quiet life. The President had reluctantly agreed, and Burton suspected that he was still being carefully monitored.
And so he had done as instructed. The house was not extravagant, it was fairly average for District 8. He was earning his keep at the factories, and most people in the district treated him as they would anyone else. It was all Burton had ever wanted, and more than he had thought he would ever achieve.
He entered the little room where the baby was crying, picking up his daughter from her crib. She was only a few months old. The man made soothing sounds, rocking his little girl gently. He tried everything to get her to stop crying, testing to see if she was hungry or anything. There didn't seem to be anything wrong.
"Did you have a nightmare, Lacey?" Burton asked softly, his voice barely a whisper "It's okay, Daddy used to get those too. He doesn't anymore."
Burton loved his daughter more than he could explain, and he couldn't bear the thought that she might one day see a clip from a previous Games that showed either Burton's own Games and his actions in it, or himself as a Host. He didn't want her to know what her father had done and who he had once been.
The girl looked at him with big blue eyes, blinking as she paused in her crying. It took a few minutes, but Burton soon had her falling asleep, snuffling gently as he laid her back down in her crib. No doubt he would be up again in a few hours to feed her.
He headed back to his own room, stopping before he got into bed to look at the woman with whom he shared his bed. His wife, Paige. She was an old childhood friend and they had hit it off right away when they bumped into one another in the market not long after Burton's return. She had never prejudged him based on what he had been like in the Capitol or his Games, and he was so grateful for that. About a year later, they'd gotten married in a sweet little wedding. He had invited Livia but she couldn't come. She didn't really associate with him after he had messed up back in the Capitol, and even less so now he was back in their home district. He understood that; it was dangerous for his Capitol friends to associate with him now.
And a little more than a year after their wedding, they now had their first child. He would protect Lacey from anything he could - even if he couldn't protect her from the Games. Some suspected that the drawings were rigged when a victor's child was involved, just for more drama. Burton worried that his actions in the Capitol, the trouble he had caused, would put Lacey in danger, would almost guarantee her a spot in the Games. And wouldn't that be the perfect way for Louden to get his revenge on Catullus for everything he'd done? Especially since he had seemed to agree a little too easily to Catullus' deal.
Still, he knew someday that the Capitol would fall. Some part of him just knew it. He hoped it'd be soon enough to keep his daughter safe.
But for now, he climbed back into bed with Paige, thankful for the peace and tranquillity he had now. For his little slice of heaven. His family, his home, his district. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift off for the last couple of hours or so before the grey morning would wake him.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 12:13:52 GMT -5
(SO GOOD! I got chills!!! )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 12:15:25 GMT -5
[Haha thank you I'm glad you liked it. The good ending is shorter but is now complete] |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 12:23:46 GMT -5
(ahhh so precious ❤️)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 12:25:34 GMT -5
[Thanks I imagined him with a little girl for some reason. And when I read up on it, it seemed to say that it looked as if the Capitol rigged reapings to get victors' kids in the Games for the drama, which makes the whole thing sadder] |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 16, 2019 14:53:58 GMT -5
Oh and just in case I ever need to use them (I can’t imagine why but //shrug//)
Lacey Acton as a kid
Lacey Acton as a teenager
Adult Lacey Acton - tbh I just saw this picture and it seemed to click idk. I could imagine Burton watching her dancing
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 18:30:11 GMT -5
(we should do lacey's games next, which is the start of the rebellion xox)
Just as they were about to begin District 11's reaping, the screen malfunctioned and turned off (just waiting for that other tribute hahaha). Letting out a few muttered cures, Kiera set down her wine glass and rested her elbows on her knees, putting her hands over her face for a moment as she let out a long sigh. After a few moments, she looked back up, composure gathered once more, and glanced over to Sterling King, one of the mentors for District One. "So King, what do you think of your tributes?" She asked, though her tone sounded bored. She was trying to hide her nerves that she always got whenever it was time for her district's reaping.
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Post by Sparky on May 16, 2019 19:51:34 GMT -5
[ ah yes, I shall make another tribute soon(when I get home hopefully). I honestly don't know when I'll be able to complete all my charries for specials though. It might have to be when school is out for me...(24th) ]]
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 20:27:25 GMT -5
(ok!! It’s all good we have all summer :) also if you wanna make a character for district 11 that’d be primeee XD)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 16, 2019 23:17:15 GMT -5
(Hi guys!)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 23:22:31 GMT -5
(hey!!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 16, 2019 23:27:54 GMT -5
(How are you?)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 23:31:09 GMT -5
(good!! Just getting up replies to all my RPs haha. Wbu?)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 16, 2019 23:46:26 GMT -5
(Just had to play music at this years Graduation. I graduate next year, so it’s exciting.
I am going to head off to bed though.)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 16, 2019 23:57:22 GMT -5
(that’s so exciting!! What do you play?
And ok! Goodnight!)
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it’s a shame we don’t have the D11 tributes yet. Oh the irony if someone made really young characters for it now
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