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possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 13:32 (3 Years ago)
	"I'm not sposta tell anyone, because I'm dangerous if I do." She handed the box to her. [Read more]

possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 13:13 (3 Years ago)
	"I wish that was it," the little girl thought, then lit up. "Really?" [Read more]

possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 13:02 (3 Years ago)
	"Uh-huh!" Rebecca said. She quietly added, "You wouldn't like me if I told you." "So, who's this mysterious employer?" The woman badgered, hopping onto the stool next to Odil, leaning against him as if she was extremely comfortable with him. "You'll see, you'll see, quit pestering me!" "Soorrry," she laughed. [Read more]

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Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 12:15 (3 Years ago)

Grey could do this. He could do this.

That was what he told himself. He could do anything that he set his mind to. That was what he grew up hearing. His poor, kind sweet mother, the only person he could remember from before, had always told him that. So why couldn't he escape this place, if he could do anything? All around him, metal hummed and seemed to call to him, barging on on his senses. This was his worse nightmare, the one that had kept him up for years. Being trapped by metal. It always seemed like it was controlling his life, with that one dangerous choice he made. Grey put his head in his hands, the suitcase as far away from him as he could allow it. He wasn't stupid, keeping it on his lap, but his hands were far away. He couldn't stand to touch metal anymore. Because if he did, then the screaming voices would be stronger, and louder. Grey didn't dare look at any of them, because if he did, then he was afraid he'd do something he'd regret.

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possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 11:32 (3 Years ago)
	"I'm Rebecca! I've been here since I was a baby, though I do okay..." She tugged at her long sleeves, quite different than the regular uniform. Odil sighed. "No, no bowing. I'm not like that. Now..if you are sure about this, then stay here. We're about to meet an important client." [Read more]

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Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 04:45 (3 Years ago)

Odil's attention was temporarily diverted to the necklace. He darted from his seat and in a flash it was in his hands, running through his fingers under the table smoothly. "Hmmm...looks to me like a good five hundred bronze, quite a steal, quite a steal. But you know my rule." The necklace was back in his pocket. "Steal from the rich when they deserve it. We aren't monsters." He held up a finger. "Wait. Jace. How would you like a job."

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possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 04:05 (3 Years ago)
	"Oh please, you flatter me," Odil snickered, "I'm no king. Just someone who puts his abilities to work." He gestured to the young woman. "Moxie says you're a preety good theif, no?" [Read more]

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Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 02:33 (3 Years ago)

Dimitri was sent along with the other students, and his face was stony with worry. This time, he wasn't sweating, his eyes didn't go wide. Somehow, after that last scare, it was as if he had become a masked version of himself. He wasn't going to be afraid this time. He could handle it, no matter how involved he was in the prophecy. He had to do what was needed, what would have made him proud. He stood by himself, arms crossed.

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possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 02:29 (3 Years ago)
	"Thank you!" she said, her mood brightening. The little girl took the pail, humming to herself as she went. "What's your name?" she asked Skye. [Read more]

possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 02:25 (3 Years ago)
	"You don't have to help me," the little girl protested, "I have to earn my keep here and the head maid says I have to do it myself." Still, she followed after her. [Read more]

possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 02:14 (3 Years ago)
	The girl seemed to make herself small, saying quietly, "I was bringing it to the kitchens. That's where I usually work." [Read more]

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Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 00:28 (3 Years ago)

Agria blinked slowly, the nodded. She was glad that he didn't ask too many questions. She gave him a half-hearted smile, putting the necklace around her neck. Sleep was something that she really, really needed, and didn't question any oppurtunity to get it. She dug around in her pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and a pencil stub. She always kept them for emegencies. She scrawled out carefully, "Now that I'm here, I probablly won't see her again. And it's not so bad, when you're used to it..." She placed the peice of paper in his hand, signed out, "I'm going to sleep now." Then curled up on the seat.

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Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 00:23 (3 Years ago)

The girl took her into the tavern, a loud and racious place filled with people of all species. She led Willow to the back, where a grumpy looking troll was sitting. The girl sighed. "Odil, reallly?" There was a loud popping sound, and the troll was replaced by a changeling, a humanoid figure with grey skin and bright blue eyes. The changeling chuckled, "Sorry, having some fun. This the one?" The girl took off her cloak, and it was clear that she was closer to a young woman. "Yep. Willow, meet Odil, King of Thieves."

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Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 00:07 (3 Years ago)

Agria looked up with alarm. She wasn't expecting the other tribute to talk. She recgonized him a little. His name was Kendo, wasn't it? She hadn't spent much time outside of Auntie's house, so she couldn't quite place him. But she had seen him enough that she knew who it was. She shook her head, gesturing to her throat, hoping that was enough to tell him that she couldn't respond, but the thoughts in her head screamed an answer.

No, she wasn't alright. She was frightened, and tired, and hoping that she could keep her promise to come home, and maybe not kill anyone in the meantime. Would she be able to do it if she had to? That thought scared her so much she pushed it out.

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possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Mon, 24/01/2022 00:03 (3 Years ago)
	A dark haired girl whose face was surrounded by a cloak winked, her eyes glittering green. "C'mon, Odil's waiting for ya." [Read more]

possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Sun, 23/01/2022 16:43 (3 Years ago)
	"Two days ago, Prince Benjamin dissapeared from the caslte. There were no obvious signs of breakin, but we haven't ruled out kidnapping quite yet. Once the others I summoned arrive, you will be given another week to find the prince. Is that understood?" [Read more]

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Posted: Sun, 23/01/2022 15:53 (3 Years ago)

Agria was numb. It was just like the very first time that Auntie had hit her. Just the same...

The silent little girl with a tangled head of dark red hair struggled against the grip of the old man, sobbing voiceless tears. Despite having long grey hair and wrinkles that creased the skin around his eyes like crumpled paper, he was just as strong as ever. "Quit your crying," he snapped, and the angry look on his face caused the little girl to stop, sniffling and hiccuping now. The man took her to an impressive brick building, knocking on the door. A much younger Auntie answered with a huff. "What do you want, Slyvester." "Found another orphan for your litter," he sneered. The old man threw Agria foward, so the three year old fell on her hands and knees in front of Auntie, who barked, "Stand up." She did, shakily. "What is your name?" She shook her head, gesturing to her mouth in hopes to explain that she couldn't answer. Auntie hit her across the face, causing Agria to stumble back, blood coming from her nose, skin stinging from the hit. She could not remember her parents, only soft hands and warm voices, but this was not something they did. "Brat can't speak," Slyvester sneered. "But I found her hanging around her parent's old place, and remembered her. This one here's Agria, the Donnelman's snot-faced scrub." Auntie crossed her arms and looked down at Agria. "Fine. Pay up." And Slyvester handed her a bag of coins, then, with an iron grip, Agria was dragged into the brick house. She didn't cry or struggle. She was absolutley numb.

Agria followed the Peackeepers without struggle, not daring to look back. She knew that they could be just as violent as Auntie. So she did not struggle, only walked with them, head down and hands clasped together. They waited for someone to visit her. No one did. Agria expected this. Minutes of what was probablly the last moments she'd be alive in District 2 ticked by, until..A man came to see her. Agria looked up at him, surprised. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "This isn't right. No child should be here. But I can only give you this." He took something from his pocket and pressed it into her hand, then fled quickly and quietly, not even giving the girl his name. She opened her hand to see a simple leather necklace, with a glass version of a white lilly. The plant that she loved. How did this man know? But before she could do anything, she was being led away to the train.

On the train, Agria didn't hesitate to find the smallest corner she could, curling up into a ball. It brought back memories of when she was little, hiding from Auntie in hopes of avoiding punishment, but to no avail. This time, the punishment was death, for a crime commited long before the thought of Agria was conceived. She clutched the necklace in one hand, slowly running the other over the bright red marks on her face.

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possumboy OFFLINE Forum Posts: 221	Posted: Sun, 23/01/2022 03:25 (3 Years ago)
	The girl was sniffling, a hand over her face and eyes looking down at the ground. "Sorry," she mumbled, "I don't wanna cause trouble." The general nodded. "Good. I'll tell you this now, and only repeat it once. We're on a mission to find the prince." [Read more]

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Posted: Sun, 23/01/2022 02:35 (3 Years ago)

The general was a large man, with broad shoulders and a long black ponytail. He was sitting in front of the stables, on an abandoned log. His armor glinted in the afternoon sun, and his face was grim and hard set. Seeing Rider, he called, "Sir Rider. Front and Center."

One of the maids, a young girl with a head of fuzzy red hair, accidently tripped, spilling a bucket of water. The head maid stormed over, slapping her and yelling at her as she cringed.

There was tap on Willow's shoulder as a voice whispered, "Boo."

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Posted: Sat, 22/01/2022 21:34 (3 Years ago)

The people of District 4 gathered at the town's meeting spot, a cliff overlooking the sea. The area was filled with murmurings and excietments. This was a Career's district. This was where the people were jumping at the chance to enter the Hunger Games. They had the most volunteers because evreyone was dying for a chance. But just because they were rich didn't mean there were no poor people. There were those who did sign for tesserae, dropping their names in with desperate prayers that they wouldn't be reaped. Not everyone had the time to train. Not evreyone had a burning desire to win. But most did, so this day was celebrated, people wearing their absolute best, but also chatting and taking bets and singing. This was a sick and twisted festival to the people of District 2. And most of the children stood tall, hoping and hoping that they would be the ones that would be picked. That they would win all the glory.

Auntie was one of the people who was desperate for money and tesserae. But of course, she could not enter. Even if she could, she was a coward. She would find some way to get out of it. Auntie was a manipulator, and a good one at that. That was how she skirted bills, and Peacekeepers, evreyone. That was how she always got her way. So she made each and evrey one of the children who could enter put their names in. And they did, because evreyone knew you had to listen to Auntie. Seven children, faces red from slaps and covered in dirt, paths made in the grime on their faces from tears, put their names in until Auntie was satisfied. Kept writing out their names with shaky, poorly educated letters until Auntie was happy. Auntie was never truly happy, but this was the closest that they would come, and the children always wanted Auntie happy, so they did their best.

Agria was one of them. Being one of the older children, she had put her name in the most- fourty-eight times. She knew that she was a shoo-in. Agria knew also that she would die. She was sad, mute, and weak, what fat and lazy Capitol person would take interest in her? Their coins would go to the strong ones, the fast ones, the smart ones. She had enough disadvantages that if she was picked, she would die with no help. So Agria did the only thing she could. She held on to the small, desperate hope that somehow, in some way, she would not be picked. That fate would ignore the terrible odds and pick someone else, one of the stronger and better Careers. They wanted this, they always had. So why not give them what they wanted? That way Agria would live and die after a life of hard work and toil, but at least one where she wasn't fighting to the death. Agria was sure she could not do that.

The capitol man climbed the stairs, getting to the podium. He was a lean, muscular man, with little to none of the makeup and hair colors the capitol was famous for, with only a dark blue stripe in his black hair. He was a kind man, and fair. Some said that he was weak, but Agria loved him for it. It seemed that he was the only adult with some kind of humanity left in him. The crowd roared, and he silenced them with a hand. One of the little children whose hand Agria was holding stiffened, and Agria squeezed her hand gently to say, I'm here. I'm protecting you, no matter what. Even if she was still hoping that she wouldn't be picked. The mayor spoke, his voice rising over the crash and fall of the waves at the beach below, and the wind whistling as it sang the death march of a boy and a girl from District 4.

"Ladies and Gentelmen of District 4, welcome to the Reaping of the 74th anual Hunger Games." He spoke with sadness in his voice, but the people cheered, fists shaking in the air. Auntie clapped, a sort of twisted smile on her face. "We will be pulling two names, a boy and a girl, to go to the capitol and particpate in the hunger games." He told the story of the origon, a story evreyone knew by heart. "Now, let's begin with the names." He went to a glass orb filled with slips of paper, and turned the handle. Then, he put his hand in, moved the papers around as evreyone waited with bated breath. Please, Agria prayed, Please don't pick my name. She would see the answer to her question as he pulled out a name, and unfolded it. There was a moment of silence, then he spoke. "Carlietta Duncan!"

Agria's face went pale. She knew Carlietta. That was the little 12 year old girl that was clutching her hand right now. This wasn't fair. Carlietta's hand was trembling, and she sobbed, "Please, no, I don't wanna go, please! No!" "Shut up," Auntie hissed, yanking her hand from Agria's before she could stop her, hitting the girl as she dragged her to the podium. "No!" Carlietta screamed, teary eyed, "No! Stop!" Agria pushed through the crowd, running after her, tears falling as well. She would scream if she could. She got to Auntie and grabbed her hand. Auntie let go of Carlietta long enough to slap her. "Stop this, you disgusting mute!" Agria signed out, "I volunteer.""What?" Auntie's face twisted in displeasure. "I volunteer," She signed again. "Fine," Auntie snapped, "Maybe you'll die and I'll be able to get rid of you." "Aggie!" Carliette sobbed, clutching the girl, "Don't go!" Auntie tried to pull her off, but Agria stopped her, bending to the little girl's level.

What is our story? She signed. With shaking hands, Carlietta signed back, The little lamb and the ram. The little lamb would always have the ram to protect her. And now, the ram has to do this to protect her. Take care of the others, little lamb. Agria embraced Carlietta and kissed her on the forehead, before a Peacekeeper came to get her. Auntie growled and pulled Carlietta away, who was still sniffling. Agria went quietly with the Peacekeeper, remembering what she had told the others before, to comfort them.

The odds of being reaped were low

but never zero.

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