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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 14, 2019 16:49:27 GMT -5
(Haha, yeah. For 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 and Leo: Sparky opened the OASIS RP, I didn’t know if you guys knew, so I’m just letting you know here :3.) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 14, 2019 16:54:52 GMT -5
(Ooh right yeah I also owe a Josh reply for that You guys can keep going without me if you want  I don’t want to hold you back Anyway I’m probably gonna do some writing in the morning so I might do a reply then. I’ll do a Burton thing too, though I’ll still have to figure out what part of Burton’s life I wish to explore. I guess I could do both and mix flashbacks with flash forwards.£ |
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Post by Sparky on Jun 14, 2019 17:01:18 GMT -5
[ you cure my anxiety many times, chaos
Ooooh burton could have a nightmare/flashback about a particular part in the Games, and then we could fulfill it later in the rp?? ]
Edit: also, I'm hopping in and out of 4G rn cause we're driving down today. ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 14, 2019 17:05:29 GMT -5
(Oooh interesting I could do that!
Maybe there’s a way to link that to future him in those three years where he’s captured by the Capitol. All I can think of is either a random dream or flashback or the use of hijacking with tracker jacker venom. But they don’t have any reason to hijack him so maybe there’s another way it can be done. Obviously I don’t know much about the Capitol torture methods but if there’s anything we could use to give him flashbacks that would be great)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 14, 2019 17:07:34 GMT -5
(Lurks)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 14, 2019 17:11:29 GMT -5
[ *this entire roleplay is just told from the perspective of the older Burton being forced to watch his Games on repeat* ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 14, 2019 17:14:55 GMT -5
[ *this entire roleplay is just told from the perspective of the older Burton being forced to watch his Games on repeat* ] Oh my god that is brutal Okay so maybe when they’re not like interrogating him for information about the rebels he’s been helping and he’s in his cell they’re just straight up playing the games on repeat so he has to watch them) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 14, 2019 17:15:12 GMT -5
Hey Winter! How’s it going?) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 14, 2019 18:21:52 GMT -5
(Legit replaying everyone’s deaths, and just the games.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 14, 2019 18:23:45 GMT -5
(Legit replaying everyone’s deaths, and just the games.) Special emphasis on Holly’s and Everest’s just to break him) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 14, 2019 18:42:41 GMT -5
(Ooooof.
Pallas buddy isn’t it r3ally late for you?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 14, 2019 18:52:10 GMT -5
(Yeah it’s like 1AM I should sleep. It’s not super late but I’m tired.
Night!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 0:14:49 GMT -5
Morning! I’m probably gonna sleep a little more but when I wake up I’m gonna write this Burton thing)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 4:11:35 GMT -5
Catullus had lost count of how many days he had been locked up now, how many months he had spent here. But he supposed it didn’t matter anyway because he couldn’t imagine that he would ever be released from here. Unless the rebels managed to get into the Capitol and get him out. The Capitol would either kill him or keep him here for the rest of his life, he supposed, and the Capitol rarely erred on the side of mercy. Though perhaps in this situation letting him die would have been considered more merciful.
He had just spent the last few hours being interrogated and tortured for information about the rebels. They wanted to know who his rebel contacts in the districts were, where the supplies he had paid for had gone to, who in the Capitol were also supporting the rebellion. He had said nothing, refused to answer. But they asked him the same questions every day and he knew one day he would probably crack and tell them everything.
He was trying to stay strong because it was what Holly would have wanted, but he wasn’t even sure if he could. Still, it was worth it to keep trying. Every day they couldn’t get information out of him was another day the rebels had an advantage over the Capitol. They had to win. If they didn’t everything up to that point had meant nothing.
Catullus was in pretty bad shape after the questioning, bloodied and beaten. But he would rather have spent another hour in that room than in his own cell.
Two guards had brought him back to his cell, locking him in and leaving him in front of a screen. A TV screen that was always turned on and only showed one thing; the 90th Hunger Games on repeat.
They liked to play the most traumatic moments for Catullus, digging into the worst memories of the Games. They played every death over and over again, from the merciful quick deaths granted to the younger tributes like Carlo and Astrape, to the long, slow bloody deaths experienced by tributes like Holly and Amadrya.
A particular favourite strategy was interspersing the clips of the tributes’ deaths with their interviews, just to further drive home that these kids were individuals, unique people with stories to tell whose lives had been cut short in the Arena.
But the thing they enjoyed most of all was playing the deaths of two tributes in particular.
The screen began to play first the death of Everest, Catullus forced to watch himself kill the District 2 boy, who didn’t seem to want to fight back. So different from the strong boy in his interview, Everest at the end of the Games had lost weight, was weak, and had no more desire to win.
Catullus tried to look away, but it didn’t matter because the sound still played. It was still enough to take him back to that moment, that awful awful moment when he became a murderer.
He had told himself that he hadn’t had a choice, but there was always a choice. He had told himself that that person wasn’t who he was, but then who was he? He wasn’t Catullus, that wasn’t who he wanted to be. And who he was in that Arena was probably far closer to the real him than anything else.
Catullus looked away from the screen, burying his head in his hands as his breathing grew faster with his distress. He didn’t want to be back there, to have those memories surface again. He couldn’t do this.
And then Holly’s death began to play, as Macaria played her sick little career games, talking to Holly before she killed her. But Catullus even had sympathy for Macaria now. Now he was older he understood that they were all just kids and they were all scared, even the careers.
And then the slow and bloody death, Macaria disappearing and Holly being left to die alone, not calling for Burton to protect him, so Macaria didn’t kill him too. It made him feel sick. Why did she want to protect him? He wasn’t worth saving, but she was good and she would have stirred rebellion so much better than him. She was a good person, she hadn’t deserved to die.
And he wished so badly he had told her that he’d loved her.
He could feel the hot tears now, as he tried to think of something, anything else to distract him from the screen.
“I don’t want to kill you,”
Burton could hear the voice of his younger self, in that fight with Everest.
“And yet here we are.”
That was Everest’s voice. Burton knew how their conversation went from there, with Everest refusing to fight back or kill Burton, with Burton reluctant to kill someone who didn’t want to fight. That was cold-blooded murder.
And then in the end, Burton just killed him. Because it was how Everest had wanted it. Or at least that was what he told himself. He didn’t want to think it could have been purely out of a selfish desire to win.
“I’m a kid, a girl”.....”I plan to be heard”
Holly’s words in her interview cut into the scenes of Macaria killing her, and Catullus began to shake as the scene played out. He hadn’t been there for Holly, he had failed her. She was dead because he hadn’t been there. She’d died alone when he could have been with her.
”Stop.” he muttered, before his voice got louder, “Stop!”
He repeated the word several times, his voice growing louder each time until in the end he looked up to scream the word at the screen.
And that was when he saw a date in the corner of the screen. It was his thirtieth birthday .
Well, he’d had better birthdays.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 4:13:24 GMT -5
(Okay I didn’t write too much about the actual scenes of what will happen in the Games cos stuff could really change. Like those two lines I put in for Burton and Everest at the end don’t have to be what they actually say, especially since I don’t wanna control anybody’s characters and the scenes of what will happen will probably develop more organically if I don’t describe them too much
Also the birthday thing was just because I mentioned before that he spent his thirtieth birthday in prison so I felt like it was appropriate)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 15, 2019 7:55:42 GMT -5
[ *cries*
Happy birthday burton </3 ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 7:57:23 GMT -5
I swear I didn’t intend for that to be so depressing but tbh it’s the Capitol. Their methods of torture are literally electroshock and hijacking so XD)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 15, 2019 11:44:29 GMT -5
(Poor Burton/Catallus.
That was written so well though, </3...)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 11:52:17 GMT -5
(Ahh thanks My writing is getting better with doing this kind of thing so I’m glad about that I’m always here to do more writing and replies and stuff Oh also so for Astrape’s death in the bloodbath - she can be killed either if she’s just on the edges of the bloodbath trying to grab something or she can go closer to the centre I don’t mind. She could just grab something that Alessandro wants or Alessandro could just kill her as a mercy thing cos she was never gonna last anyway. its totally up to you how Alessandro kills her but since it’s the bloodbath and he’s not completely heartless it’ll probably be just like a really quick thing so... but yeah totally free reign) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 15, 2019 12:40:46 GMT -5
(He’ll Probably snap her neck or something, something not bloody, something not terrible. And she can be wherever, :3.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 15, 2019 12:41:34 GMT -5
(For Carlo feel free to do anything, I could see him trying to grab something and he gets in Macaria’s way or something.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 12:43:54 GMT -5
that works, I figure that’s how he would kill her.
Okay cool. Macaria will probably just throw a knife or something or if he’s more close range she’ll do something else. She’ll just kill quickly since it’s in the bloodbath)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 15, 2019 12:46:03 GMT -5
Any thoughts on how you want Macaria’s to kill Holly.
Because slow and bloody sounds good to me. Or we can decide that closer to time.
Also, how did exams go?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 12:49:11 GMT -5
Hmmm I’m not sure. I mean her preferences are knives and I think you were originally going for a slow death for Holly, and I think since she wants to be heard and to defy the Capitol something like that would give her that chance. So, I’ll probably use that for how Macaria will kill Holly. I’m totally open to suggestions and ideas for you, I want to give Holly a good/dramatic death cos she deserves it I love her
Pretty good! I’ve only got two more on Monday and then I’m completely done. I don’t find out whether I got into uni until mid-August though)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 13:11:24 GMT -5
(Hey Leo! Aww I’m sorry you were ill, I’m glad you feel better)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 15, 2019 13:12:49 GMT -5
We’re glad to have you back too!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 15, 2019 14:30:06 GMT -5
(Glad to have you back, Leo!)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 15, 2019 18:28:57 GMT -5
[ Hey Leo!
Alas, I'm driving back today because I was one place away from making finals </3. Basically I'm gonna be poofy b/c spotty reception ]]
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I don’t want to hold you back
)