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Post by horselover on Mar 5, 2015 4:51:19 GMT
Holly stared at the opposition, remembering with a pang her year as tribute when she was sixteen as though it were yesterday. Twenty-four people entered, and only one lived. One! Out of twenty-four! Twenty-three people died because of her. That final, fatal arrow whistling ever so slightly. The District 2 male turning his head, green eyes widening in sickening realization that his death was spiraling towards his heart in a whirl of blue feathers and wood. She shuddered, almost feeling the tree tops as she thought. She had to help one of those two win.
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Post by horselover on Mar 9, 2015 2:49:49 GMT
BUMP
Holly stared around at everyone, waiting impatiently.
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Post by goldenleaf on Mar 11, 2015 3:48:07 GMT
As Evie was pulled out into the crowd of chariots, she looked down at herself and thought, This isn't me. I'm not supposed to be shimmering in the heat of lights, my face on the jumbo screen. I shouldn't be here. But be there she was. Evie was smart though. She knew that she just had to be this sparkling star for one night, had to be the ballerina in the music box, the knight slaying the dragon. Though all her life, Evie had never been the knight. She was always the dragon. Blown fire at things that she was afraid of to keep them away. To keep them from her. But tonight, Evie had to learn to be the star, the ballerina, and the knight. She would never fall back down to earth, the music would never stop playing, and the sword she used would not crumble. Evie would continue to smile.
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Post by horselover on Mar 11, 2015 15:35:50 GMT
that was gorgeous
Holly began to grow impatient and started tapping her foot
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Post by goldenleaf on Mar 11, 2015 23:40:35 GMT
(thank you thank you)
The evil squirrel in the audience that was ALWAYS WATCHING coughed. Loudly. Maniacally. BEAUTIFULLY.
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Post by spottedleaf on Mar 20, 2015 18:11:19 GMT
Isabelle watched the many tributes on the jumbo tron thingy, thinking to herself that she would have to kill these 23 people if she wanted to make it out of this alive.
Opal watched calmly, riding her blue chariot and taking in her competition.
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Post by nightwhisper on Mar 27, 2015 20:43:58 GMT
Nitara sort of glared at the crowd as she was pulled out. She hated them, every last one of them. Here they were, cheering, as 24 innocent people, were shown off against their will before being brought into the arena like 24 lamb to the slaughter. Sick. After a moment of glaring, she plastered a false, exaggerated smile upon her face. She looked down at her dress, the one thing about this that wasn't awful. It was beautiful. The top half was brown with a purple ribbon separating it from the long, flowy green skirt. Long brown strips stretched from her waist to her toes, slightly wavy with a few other strips coming off of it like the branches of a tree. Her shoes were purple flats (thank you, designer-she hated heels) with green leaves embroidering the edge of the shoe. Her hair hung loose and wavy at her shoulders and she wore a headband of purple leaves. It was a lovely outfit and she was amazed at the fact that she actually didn't hate being in a dress.
Peter stood beside Evie and waved shyly to the crowd with a nervous smile.
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Post by spottedleaf on May 30, 2015 16:48:18 GMT
(Bump! I still gots muse)
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Post by horselover on May 31, 2015 18:25:51 GMT
Holly waited for someone to post.
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Post by goldenleaf on Jun 5, 2015 1:00:56 GMT
(I donut know what to post!)
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Post by horselover on Jun 5, 2015 23:52:26 GMT
Holly waited for the announcer to do stuff.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jun 26, 2015 3:24:46 GMT
(Time skip? Does anyone other than me have muse?)
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Post by nightwhisper on Jun 26, 2015 8:40:55 GMT
(yes)
<time skip-training>
Nitara, Peter, Leah, Jess, and Selena all gathered in the training room.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jun 26, 2015 15:04:23 GMT
Isabelle walked in, one of the first to arrive, her long hair braided straight down her back. She gave a small smile to the trainer and looked at the other tributes. Her npc district partner stood by her.
Opal walked in a moment later, a calm expression on her face, and her hair swept over her shoulder.
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Post by nightwhisper on Jun 26, 2015 16:38:56 GMT
Peter tried to watch the trainer (even though he/she wasn't doing anything), but every once and a while his eyes flicked over to Isabelle.
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