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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:20 am
This is my sample thread!
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:21 am
L I L I T HXX" L I L L Y "XXD A V I D S O N xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
✱ Twenty Year Old ✱ Member of The Rose Society ✱ And there it was. Boom. Lots and lots of boom. Sure, the rebellion was now known by most, if not all of the people. That was planned. The more people who knew, the more that would want to help. However, Lilly couldn't help but think about all the chaos that must have gone in the capital. It must have been wonderful. All those prissy self-important people running about, their whole world crashing down around them. But Lilly knew better than to be too critical. She had been born and raised in the capital. Honestly, before running away, the young woman would have reacted in a way much akin to the people scurrying about on the news program.
Staring at the screen like everyone else, she watched the clock tower explode. So symbolic, the killing of time. But what was perhaps even more symbolic was the young man lying in a pool of his own blood. A sacrificial lamb, so to speak. Was he the first to die in this rebellion? Lilly wasn't even sure, but she was fairly certain that the government would probably brand him as such now that it was common knowledge. She was vaguely aware of a boy, the younger brother of the one who had died for freedom, cry out in anguish. The young woman would too, had she any siblings, and had they died like Asher did.
Her eyes moved from the screen to him. Her vivid blue eyes had seen enough bloodshed for the time being. After all, she knew she would likely be seeing more. She was part of the Rose Society, in their base. The government would be coming after her. They would be coming after all of them. Perhaps it would be Alex first, perhaps it would be someone else. There was a reason that Lilly had those other names, those other personae. If her father ever knew who she was working for, she would likely have a fate worse than death. Something that would make her wish for a death that would never come. After all, what parent would want to kill their only child?
Noticing Alex storm out of the room, Lilly followed him. Sure, she should be getting ready to go out and see if she could recruit anyone. That was the benefit of her having other identities, but this was more important at the moment. She followed behind him, her hair flowing behind her. He ran for such a long time. Was he ever going to stop? Lilly could remember that feeling, or at least something similar to it. The death of her mother had caused it. She never did stop running, but the boy did.
Alex had gone to the one place where Lilly probably would have expected him to go, if not away, and that was his room. She figured that Asher had shared the same room with him. Standing outside of his room, the young woman debated making her presence known. She could just walk in, but not only would that be rude, she doubted that the boy would appreciate it. Or maybe she could knock. Or maybe she could just go back to her own room and pretend that she had never even come down here.
Gathering her thoughts, Lilly decided to do the most sensible thing she could think of, and that was to knock on the door. After all, what was the worst that could happen? Alex could say no. He could possibly attack her, but she hoped she could stand her own against the younger boy. Besides, she figured deep down, every rebel to exist had a death wish. Maybe they didn't realize it, but she figured it had to be there. At least in the best rebels, the ones willing to die for their cause.
Her hand balled into a fist, Lilly gently struck the door. "Alex?" she said, her voice gentle. With a situation such as this, she figured it was best to be gentle. Something her father wasn't, and probably would never be. Perhaps that was part of the reason that she had run off or maybe it was the death wish theory. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. Right now, Lilly was being a human.
I don't recall fight or flight setting in. I have no introduction, I just breathe it in like the air, and there's nothing to remember.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:22 am
 ♥ ▄▄▄ ✁ WELL「I'VE GOT」 ↗ THICK SKIN&AN ELASTIC HEART↵
xxxx xxxx xxx▬ ❝but your{BLADE}it might be too
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I'M LIKE A RUBBER BAND UNTIL YOU PULL TOO HARDxxxxxBUT I MAY SNAP WHEN I MOVE CLOSE
I'M LIKE A RUBBER BAND UNTIL YOU PULL TOO HARDxxxxxBUT I MAY SNAP WHEN I MOVE CLOSE xxxxxThis was supposed to be a simple, solitary journey. Really, Cora did not mind being on her own, and yet here she was, surrounded by other people. There were the brighter citizens of Candy Land, and a few more of the odd people from somewhere else. Just how many were there? Every time she blinked, their numbers seemed to double. And how were they getting here? Mama Gingertree was gone. It seemed to be impossible.
xxxxxCora had just about had enough of standing around. "Sorry to leave, but there's this fabric I'm supposed to go look at," she said as she reopened her parasol. She liked walking with it open. It made her feel more refined. Perhaps it was something left over from the days when she thought all her life was going to turn out to be was a housewife to some adviser. The housewife part, Cora could live without, but the parasol was something that she enjoyed. As she turned around, a breeze came through the air. The seamstress gripped her parasol tightly. As the breeze came, the colors started to go. What were once bright red and white trees looked washed out and dead. Then, she heard a loud rumble. 'Please let that just be thunder,' Cora thought as she shut her parasol.
xxxxxConcerned that the rumble might not be thunder, Cora looked around to see if there was a source to the sound. Several moments later, the woman had her answer. The rumble was not something harmless. No, it was something that was the complete opposite of harmless. The rumble was a growl, a growl likely belonging to a member of the pack of licorice hounds rushing toward the group. However, these didn't seem to be like the licorice hounds that Cora had seen rushing past her cottage back in the Licorice Forest. These seemed to be even more intimidating. For one, they certainly seemed to be larger than what Cora remembered.
xxxxxTo Cora, it didn't seem long until the pack had surrounded the group. This was one of her nightmares, come to life. She may have been from the Licorice Forest, the same place as the hounds, but she was terrified of them. Anyone in their right mind would be terrified of the beasts with their blood red eyes and razor sharp teeth. The seamstress could feel her heart start to pick up speed. Now, she wasn't too worried about which side she was on. No, that wouldn't help her at all. All she cared about now was surviving. She couldn't become the best seamstress in Candy Land if she was dead. "I am surprised to see so many treats to eat," the largest of the licorice hounds said as black goo poured from its mouth. Cora did not want to know what that was. To be honest, the seamstress was surprised that the hound could talk. She had never seen that before.
xxxxxShe watched the hounds carefully. Cora had no idea what was going to happen, all she knew was that she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The feeling got even worse when the hound mentioned someone called "Creator." The seamstress knew exactly who this "Creator" was, and that was a bit of a problem. It was Lord Licorice who made the hounds. Cora had to make a choice, and that was something that she hated doing. If only she could see the consequences of every possible option. That would make deciding things so much easier.
xxxxxThe first option, was simply to run back home and give up on her journey for now. If Lord Licorice could come up with such terrifying beasts, then it was very likely that he would win this battle, and take over Candy Land. But then there was the second option, of staying with the group. Most of them seemed pretty angry about what Lord Licorice was doing, and with the odd people from some-other-land, who knew what they would be capable of? Of course, if she stayed, that lead to another thing. They would have to make sure that none of the licorice hounds escaped. They were smart, capable of speech, and certainly more than capable of telling their "Creator" that she, a citizen of the Licorice Forest, was aiding a group of rebels.
xxxxxThere wasn't too much time to think about this. The hounds would not wait forever. And they certainly did not. They quickly lunged at the group, and Cora snuck to the nearest tree. Sure, it was a peppermint tree, but how different could they be to climb than the licorice ones of her home? She quickly made her way to a branch, a good distance off the ground. Hiding was a good choice. Hiding wasn't helping either side. She just hoped that the hounds wouldn't be able to reach her, or that they would at least leave her alone.
xxxxxShe watched as the others started to fight. How brave they all were, especially that girl who had previously been hiding in a tree. After all, it was her scream that got Cora into this situation. It seemed odd for her to just fight off something even more terrifying than before, and to defend someone she just met. Even if Cora would be any good in a fight, she wouldn't charge into battle like that. Not for all the salt-water taffy in the world.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:24 am
████████████████ ➸ █████ I PIROUETTE in the DARKI S-E-E the ★stars★ T-H-R-O-U-G-H me
Tired mechanical heartxxxxx❤xxxxxTired mechanical heart
Tired mechanical heartxxxxx❤xxxxxTired mechanical heart
Tired mechanical heartxxxxx❤xxxxxTired mechanical heart
Beats til the ♫song♪ DISAPPEARS
xxxxxThere was a time that James thought this day would never come. Everyone who knew the girl's story would think that time would have been from the time that she and her sister had been kidnapped until they were rescued, but little did they know it lasted so much longer. Being held back a year wasn't an easy thing to handle, especially when the student in question was a Ravenclaw prefect. Grades were important, they mattered. During her second attempt at her fifth year, James felt miserable. She knew that her retention was through no fault of her own, well, perhaps besides being a bit curious, but it still felt like a failure. The girl felt alone. The Chimeras, the group of people that were always supposed to be there for her, failed. Honestly, she hadn't heard much from them at all lately.
xxxxxEventually, James did come to term with being held back. She thought of it as a blessing in disguise. She had another year to study for her O.W.L.s, she had more time to figure out what she wanted to do with her life, she also had more time to spend getting the Dragon on its feet. Last year had been a good year for the newspaper, but James wanted to make sure they would be well-staffed, even after she left. 'I'm gonna hafta find a new head editor,' the girl realized as she thought about it. Both she and Akira would be leaving Hogwarts this year. But who to pick? James knew that would be a hard choice.
xxxxxHowever, that choice would have to wait. James had more pressing matters to attend to, for example, getting to school. She was eighteen. If the events of her first attempt at her fifth year hadn't occurred, she'd be a graduate right now. She knew how to apparate, and she was allowed to use magic outside of school. Why leave Iverness early to take the train when she could just pop over to Hogsmeade when the train was due to arrive? She gathered her belongings and made sure Rose was secure in her cage. The squirrel hated being in the cage, but James didn't trust having her out as she was apparating. The last thing she needed was to be some kind of squirrel hybrid creature.
xxxxxOnce everything was set, the young woman closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was standing on the train platform in Hogsmeade. The train had beaten her there, but James didn't mind. If the prefect had wanted to be there to welcome everyone, she would have left her home much earlier in the day and spent the afternoon relaxing in the village. She was just glad that when she appeared at the station that she didn't end up on top of someone. That could have definitely been interesting, especially seeing as there seemed to be quite a few new students on the platform. She was quite certain that there were at least a couple muggleborns among them who had never seen someone apparate. Seeing the first year muggleborns was something that James was going to miss. They were like children seeing the world for the first time. In a way, that's exactly what they were.
xxxxxJames looked around the station, trying to spot anyone that she knew. So far, nobody. That would be more than okay with James, except that her sister was nowhere to be found. She had taken the train from London to Hogsmeade. She debated going on the train to look for the girl. Akira was known to fall asleep in the weirdest places. It was a result of the nightmares that she had since being kidnapped. They weren't as often now, but the younger Machlachlan still found herself exhausted most of the time. James swore that someday, she would find a way to help her, but for now, they needed to finish school.
xxxxxGlancing at the train, the Ravenclaw decided to not board it in an attempt to find her sister. If she was sleeping on the train, someone would find her and wake her. Besides, going against the flow of students seemed like a terrible idea. And so, James just stood where she apparated, keeping an eye out for anything that might need her attention.
So C✁U✁T me from theL✁I✁N✁E
Dizzy, spinning endlesslyxxxxxDizzy, spinning endlessly
Dizzy, spinning endlesslyxxxxxDizzy, spinning endlessly
Dizzy, spinning endlesslyxxxxxDizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive
《& SHATTER ME!》
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:25 am
 Isabelle sighed as she looked at her cell phone. Why did it have to be invented by Muggles? Honestly, there should have been a magical equivalent by now. She was convinced that the spell inventors were getting lazy. The woman had read once that Muggles only used technology because they had no magic. Why then did she, a pureblood witch, with no dirty blood in her at all, have a piece of Muggle techology in her name? Hell, she even knew how to use it. Well, sort of. She wasn't an expert at it. Isabelle didn't want to become an expert at it.
Of course, her full attention wasn't on her cell phone. Isabelle was here to work, not to have fun, which was honestly the worst reason to visit a bar. If the woman was going to visit a bar, it was going to be to enjoy herself, not keep a lookout for a target. However, Isabelle couldn't help but hope that the night would escalate to the point where she would be enjoying herself. A good fight would change that. One that ended in her getting the watch would be even better. Oh how well she'd be rewarded if it was her that presented the Dark Lord with it. Then, she would have to hope that it would work for him. If it didn't, Isabelle didn't want to think about the consequences, but it was still a risk she was willing to take.
Part of her attention was still focused on Markus, Silas, and the woman that was with them. It seemed to have been forever since she had sent Markus a text message, telling her that she was bored. Even though she was there to work, Isabelle figured she could have some fun, even if it was just a tiny bit. When would he actually get the message? Muggle technology could be so unpredictable. The woman looked away from the group and took a sip of her drink. At least she got to drink while she was working. It was more than some people she knew got to do. By the time she turned her attention back to the people she had been watching, Markus had left. Had he finally received her text message? Looking around, she couldn't find him. Isabelle was not about to go looking for him. Yes, having someone to sit with would be nice, but she wasn't going to put that above the mission.
However, her concentration soon broke as someone pointed out that she was late. Of course Isabelle was late. Back before she joined the Death Eaters, back when she was living in Paris, she learned that it was always better to show up late than early. People who arrived early to parties weren't there to party, they were there because they had something else to do, something that just happened to be at the party. Those people weren't always the good variety of people. Sometimes, they were perverts and predators, trying to take off with some unsuspecting mark to fulfill their wildest dreams. Isabelle wasn't into that. Of course, some things had changed since her days of partying in Paris. She no longer went out with mudbloods and Muggles for one. But her habit of showing up late had not. Yes, she was at this event to work, and even though she forgot that she even had to show up, Isabelle knew that showing up early would only draw suspicion to herself, and she didn't want that.
Isabelle smiled as she saw that it was Markus. Either he finally received her text message, or he noticed that she was sitting there all alone. She didn't mind the man. He was a fellow Death Eater, and he wasn't too bad on the eyes either. But she had to focus on her job. 'Why couldn't this be a different night?' she thought to herself. On a different night, she'd be able to focus more on the man who had decided to join her at the table. On a different night, she might decide to play the game that she had played so well during her days at Beauxbatons and in Paris. She had learned so much in Paris, the city of love. She had done so much in Paris. Why should being back in the country of her birth stop her from the path she had started?
"Better late than never," she said with a sly grin. No way was she letting Markus know that she has almost forgotten that she was supposed to be at the bar tonight. The only one who needed to know she was late was Smokey, and the cat was the best secret keeper she knew. Sometimes, he was even the only one she could trust. Isabelle had no idea what she would do when he died. She knew it had to be soon. Cats didn't live forever, and he was getting old.
The woman took another sip of her drink as Markus used Legilimency on someone sitting at the bar. She couldn't see who it was, but she figured it had to be someone important to why they were there. That or Markus was just showing off. Men did tend to do that. Suddenly, the man grabbed her wrist, causing her to jump a bit. She wasn't scared. Isabelle did not scare easily. No, she just wasn't expecting it. She looked at his face and saw that he was just shaking his head. "What did you see?" she asked. Isabelle was actually concerned. It was a rarity that she showed concern for anyone else. It had to be something shocking. Why else would he be shaking his head like he was?
Before Markus could reply, a young woman approached them. She was a fellow Death Eater, and the owner of a tea shop. Isabelle had been to her shop a couple of times. While she did like partying, tea was also pretty nice. Her name was Lailaa, if Isabelle remembered correctly. She said something about being needed elsewhere before leaving the bar. What could possibly be more important than the mission that required them to be in the bar? Whatever it was, she was certain that Lailaa could handle it. After all, she hadn't asked them for help.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:26 am
 xxxxxIn spite of the fact that Hannelore was plucked, no evicted from her own district, there was a part of her that enjoyed what had happened to her so far. Surprisingly, it wasn't just the part where she was getting out and seeing a new part of Panem, or the part where this was hands down the most interesting thing that had ever happened to her. A small, but loud part of Hannelore actually enjoyed being made over by her prep team. It answered so many questions about how some of the past tributes from her district actually looked good on the camera. She had always thought that it was skillful editing. Certainly they had people working the Games that knew how to make them look good without all the work. Not only that, but Hannelore had been introduced to a whole new way of taking care of herself. It seemed rather useful if you were trying to hide that you had been out stealing seedlings in muddy fields.
xxxxxThe parade was a whole other story. Hannelore hated the parade. Sure everyone already knew who she was. The Reaping was a live, broadcasted event after all. But the parade hardly told the story of Hannelore Greenlaw. It told the story that others had painted for her. She knew that once she was out in the arena, she would be the only one writing her story. The only part that someone else might write in there would be her death.
xxxxxIt had hardly seemed that another day had passed before Hannelore was awakened by the sound of her mentor knocking on her door. The woman had won somewhat recently, though after last night, Hannelore didn't know any more. She couldn't remember the woman's games, but she always looked rather young. Did the victors keep getting that sort of treatment even after they went home? She asked how Hannelore slept. If the girl were being truthful, she didn't really sleep. How could she? It seemed like everyone had turned against her. She might never see her family again. And today she was going to face the people that would die to keep her alive, or that would play a hand in her own death. Sleep just was not an option.
xxxxxOnce she had changed into her training gear, Hannelore walked into the common area of her floor where her other tribute was waiting. He had been one who had joined her in a few of her escapades. However, he was one of the ones that was more likely to get caught. If it weren't for that, and the fact that only one of them would be going home to District Nine, Hannelore might have considered dating him. He wasn't terribly bad looking. His prep team certainly didn't harm anything either.
xxxxxThere wasn't much to say between the two of them. What could you say to someone that you had to hope someone else would kill? It was for that reason that she was hoping to make allies other than him. Maybe she would get lucky and one of the other tributes would kill him. Or maybe one of the other tributes would kill her. Hannelore still wasn't entirely sure if she would be the one to leave the arena alive.
xxxxxBefore long, Hannelore and Selkirk were being ushered into the elevator and into the Training Center. Everything seemed to be there. It made deciding what to work on a difficult task. Hannelore could show off her skills in the obstacle course. She was certain that she would do well at that. What different was it from crawling inside of a machine? Hell, it looked less dangerous than crawling into a machine. She could certainly use some work on weaponry. Being from District Nine, she had some knowledge of how a scythe worked. As far as knives went she knew that you stab them with the pointy end. Other than that, she wasn't sure. The girl knew that three days would only make her realize that she was terrible at archery.
xxxxxEventually, the girl decided on learning how to make fish hooks. If she was going to survive more than a few days, she was going to need food. Of course, being from District Nine, she really wouldn't know what to do with a fish if she caught one, but Hannelore figured that it would be something, and something was certainly better than nothing in an empty stomach. Besides that, fishing certainly seemed to be easier than hunting. If push came to shove, perhaps a hook would be able to kill another tribute.
xxxxxOf course, killing another tribute with a fish hook is dependent upon the ability to make a fish hook. At the moment, it didn't seem as though Hannelore was particularly gifted with that. They kept falling apart, or not being sharp enough. If this luck continued, perhaps it would be best if she did die quickly. At least then she wouldn't have to suffer the humiliation of starving to death in front of everyone.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 10:15 am
  So Sylvia had seemed to hit one of Auldra's nerves. While she did indeed understand why being single could be so enjoyable, she couldn't help but see how the other woman behaved. Either she was actually in love with Armistead, or she wished only to tease him. Let him think that there was something there when in reality, there was nothing. Matters of the heart could be so tricky.
Turning her attention back to the ghost harassing Eleadora, Sylvia tried to figure out what exactly was going on. No doubt it was one of the less important students trying to make this night match the terrible decorations. As she was investigating, a tray floated over to her and beckoned her to take a drink for the headmaster's toast. Dismissing Eleadora's ghost as a tray gone awry, at least for the moment, Sylvia prepared herself for the headmaster's arrival.
Black's entrance into the room left an ethereal feeling with the librarian. He was not interested in chatting and mingling with everyone else. No, the headmaster was on a mission; he always seemed to be on a mission.
Once he reached the podium and called for attention, Sylvia couldn't help but hold her breath as she waited to see what the headmaster would be announcing. After all, as an Exploiter, she needed to know. Of course, her undivided attention couldn't be just on Black. She needed to make sure everyone was paying attention to what was being said.
""This in mind, it is my greatest pleasure . . . to announce a renovation of Hogwarts' motto, and what it is we here stand for: something that has, too long, been left unattended to."
Revise the school motto? Sylvia had never thought that such a thing would be important. To be honest, she had never given it much mind. The words of the motto had been chosen long ago by the founders, and they likely had a reason for doing so, just what it was happened to escape the librarian. How could "Never tickle a Sleeping Dragon" be appropriate for what was supposed to be one of the greatest wizarding schools in the world?
As the headmaster went on, Sylvia saw how a renovation of the motto would be a wonderful thing for the school. From what she could tell from the headmaster's speech, there was no such thing as a dragon, and so dragons had no place in Hogwarts. That had to be what he meant by referring to the Knights of the Round Table. Sylvia quite enjoyed being compared to the Knights of the Round Table. She had always enjoyed the tales of King Arthur.
"Hoist your glasses."
Sylvia took the elegant glass in her hand and raised it. The toast seemed greatly in favor of the Exploiters, and so how could she not raise her glass with a smile on her face? Aside from that, it was the proper thing to do. Being an Avery, she couldn't not do the proper thing. "Manibus puro, corde puro, mentem puro, sanguinem puro. Pure hands, pure heart, pure mind . . . pure blood" she repeated after the headmaster.
As she was about to take a sip from her goblet, the woman felt a tap on her shoulder. Believing it to be the ghost that had been haunting them, Sylvia turned around, ready to grab whoever it might be. She was surprised to find Trimble standing behind her. "I need you to come with me," he said, plucking the goblet from her hand. A light toss was added to empty its contents, spilling the tainted drink on the floor without a second thought.
Slightly confused, and highly curious, Sylvia wondered what could be so important for Trimble to interrupt Black's toast. Was something going on elsewhere in the castle that she needed to be part of? She was all that, and more.
Trimble could see her confusion. He bothered to look for a decent place to set the goblet, but with riotous laughter already filling the Great Hall, there was no point in the thing. He let the cup drop to the floor, clang against the polished stone. Persons began doing the same. All around them, propriety was spiraling out of control. Gut-wrenching laughs jumped out of their bellies, plopped guests on their knees to the the tune of a violently screaming Headmaster at the pulpit--a brilliant opportunity. Had Trimble thought of it sooner, he might have planned this himself. Better yet, however, to go without blame and reap all of the situation's benefits. It was a perfect distraction.
"I meant to tell you sooner," he said, placing a fat hand around her wrist to encourage her movement. There was no time to spare. "Fortunately, the ball has been drugged," he half-sighed, really quite appalled by the outburst, however convenient for him.
Discretion proved difficult in a hall full of hyenas. Try as he may to keep his voice low, it would never do. "I'd like to invite you to an exclusive exhibition, Ms. Sylvia," he said, loud enough, but quiet as he could. "Top secret. A venture the Headmaster and I are absolutely thrilled to delve into." There was much more. So much, and bounteous details to share, but they would just have to wait.
At the door was when Trimble stopped, pausing only a moment to meet her in the eye. He needed to trust her. He needed her confidence and absolute secrecy before moving forward. "So I ask, Ms. Sylvia: Do you care to join me?"
Sylvia did have to admit, the very prospect of what Trimble was suggesting sounded quite intriguing. Much more intriguing than the spiked drinks and whatever Madame Yvette and Eleadora were up to. "I must admit, you have definitely piqued my interest," the librarian said with a coy smile. If the Headmaster were involved, then certainly he would understand her disappearing. "I would be honored to join you on this little venture," she added before disappearing from the hall with Trimble.
RAVENCLAW♚LIBRARIAN♚EXPLOITER
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