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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Aug 31, 2015 1:01:35 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2015 1:01:35 GMT -5

~~In Six, little girls are raised to purse their lips and bow their heads -- biting their tongues and folding their hands in their laps.~~

In Six, some girls just don't give a fucking shit, with hearts made of wires and gasoline in their veins, they open their pretty red lips just to spit fire in the face of adversity. Ten girls march through their district, high heels piercing into the backs of those foolish enough to fall along their path. They each have their own stories, and some have fiercely beating hearts, and some have shards of what once was in there chest, and some had them ripped out of their fucking chests. Regardless of their origins, these young women have found themselves in a family that they never had, and this girl gang is going to burn this fucking place down -- staining it in colors, covering it in gasoline, haunting it, crumbling the fucking castle, walking the ripreddamned line, being the new girls of Panem, showing their control, being the young fucking goddesses they are, having a holiday while ripping themselves apart, giving into strange love, putting their lives in drive, refusing to let anyone hold them down, and sending this fucking district down to Hell.

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[size=1][blockquote][b]Song:[/b] Name of song here. [b]Name:[/b] Name for desired character. [b]Interpretation:[/b] How do you interpret the blurb for the character/the song? [b]FC:[/b] Have a particular FC in mind? Feel free to share that here, or message us privately.
Plot by Mylee, Avalon, Tristen, and Dars

(If a very large interest in this plot ensues, 5-6 extra spots can be opened up)

C A S T L E

A kingdom never destined to be my own,
I dropped a throne and exchanged it for stone.
And now the walls come tumbling down,
I suppose the sinful never place their hand upon a crown.

x

taken by: avalon

H O L D M E D O W N

His fingers pressed against my skin,

The marks remained for signing sin.

And though the devil had been laid to rest,

A demon remained for an unfinished test.

x

taken by:

D R I V E

A road less traveled I remained untouched,

Your fingers skimming over that which you could not clutch.

Wheels turning yet never shifting,

Our place on the map was never drifting.

x

taken by: arx

C O M I N G D O W N

Words of a low I could never follow,

Nature of a rebellious pride I cannot swallow.

There was no restraint in tied wrists,

Drop of sanity-- words and soul never to coexist.

x

taken by:

C O N T R O L

Pressing reset another time,

He called me tyrant and accused me of crime.

But power was mistaken for a greater kind,

I had no hopes but a calmer frame of mind.

x

taken by: mylee

Y O U N G G O D

There was no time to let him know,

Where my boundaries lied and thoughts were stowed.

Instead his fingertips pressed to my hips,

No words in his mouth I found only lying lips.

x

taken by: death

C O L O R S

Stained red I had promised to stay clean,

But white-washed skin was never for a queen.

Instead turned blue by a sorrow so,

An envious green was simpler to bestow.

x

taken by: aza

G A S O L I N E

I struck a match against my skin,

And was still surprised at the call of sin.

For self-sacrifice was often worthy of reign,

Instead they stepped back, for the sake of the sane.

x

taken by: tristen

S T R A N G E L O V E

Rumors of his name in my ear,

There was hardly a tale I was not destined to hear.

Twisted words id clutch at his throat,

My scars were not his property of which to gloat.

x

taken by: briar

N E W A M E R I C A N A

Cigarette and gun smoke marred,

No difference was needed to distinguish his cards.

For he played a king but I was an ace,

Wearing a robe of spades I was quite out of place.

x

taken by: dars

R O M A N H O L I D A Y

Days marked by the hours passed,

Promise was made that time was to last.

But a countdown ensued—

Our conceptions of time were obviously misconstrued.

x

taken by: zoe

H U R R I C A N E

Winds whistled past and in the calm,

There was no clarity, not in an outstretched palm.

He told me he desired the storm,

Yet when I passed over him, he stated that I was misinformed.

x

taken by: rave

G H O S T

A footstep echoing across an empty hall,

I see his fingerprints across the walls.

On fading pictures and photographs,

In the place of framed failure I find broken glass.

x

taken by:

H A U N T I N G

I placed a palm across his spine,

Riveted and wretched he wondered why.

But only able to question my existence

He failed to realize the space and distance.

x

taken by:

I W A L K T H E L I N E

Regrets and boundaries, both crossed,

But with time never wasted, neither was lost.

For in the seconds that passed in my time spent alone

I found the balance between irrationality and the throne.

x

taken by:

Last Edit: Jan 3, 2016 18:53:59 GMT -5 by Deleted

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Aug 31, 2015 8:43:08 GMT -5

Post by Death on Aug 31, 2015 8:43:08 GMT -5

no mas wip #donelikeacake

Song: young god

Name: Kaneko Izanami (or, in Murican, Izanami Kaneko)

Interpretation:

His eyes are more darkness than the shadows that peek out from under the bed.

Now that you think about it, they hide under the bed because of this man. A man who can scare even shadows.

Why doesn't he scare you?

"You wanna go to heaven?" he murmurs against your ear. Your lips part with a moan as his lips work against your neck. A sharp intake of breath follows his tongue down your body.

His hands are keys.

~~your legs are gates~~

"Yes," you whisper.

He was your god. Your gold-gilded idol. You'll never forget the incense he always had burning in the background. Sandalwood. And roses.

But if he was your idol, his buddies were his priests and funny thing about priests...they somehow get in their heads that they're gods and that what belongs to the gods belongs to them.

You'd go swimming in his pool every day. Trying to drown out the fears. Their leering and veering in your direction. You tried to stay away from them. You tried. Sometimes they were too strong.

Maybe if you hadn't resisted, he wouldn't be dead.

A slit throat. You'd come into his chamber. You'd seen the blood. The pale features of the handsome face. Your god. Dead. As dead on the outside as you were on the inside.

A scream rose unbidden to your lips and nothing held it back. You haven't stopped screaming, but it's not like anyone can hear you anyways. You're just one of the temple girls, worshiping and bedding the god.

Or so they thought.

You cherish the memory of their faces when the lawyer read the will. You hadn't known, but you were pleased. He gave you everything. The god had made you his goddess and his priests into your court fools.

And you would crush them-- and every business bastard-- like the goddess of the underworld herself.

FC: A hot Asian. If I can find one.

Last Edit: Sept 1, 2015 8:18:46 GMT -5 by Death

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Aug 31, 2015 10:18:32 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Aug 31, 2015 10:18:32 GMT -5

Song: Coming Down

Name: Raelyn "Rae" Agrona

Interpretation: The song itself is such a great song. I love this idea so much. Anyways, my interpretation of the song is it's about a girl who is addicted to love and seducing people because of some sort of lack of love in her life. The girl would most likely have a sharp tongue that she would use often as more of a defense mechanism. Rae would be a bad ass and not really care about what she or others have done. Her problem of the past would be love gone wrong and her being unable to commit to one person. Rae would have Gamophobia or known as a fear of commitment. Rae's past would just be something she'd rather forget. Abusive parents, abusive exes, She's gone through lots of unrequited love problems, she's given up on love in general, except for the sex and seduction. She enjoys all of the love that isn't involved with commitment. She has a problem with trusting most people. Her lack of trust just happened after so many people broke her in her past.

Eventually, Rae ran away from home. She was on the run from her horrible parents and the awful exes that she had. That's when she began to become who she is today. She learned that love is fake and nothing but a lie. Her heart was broken for so long that the pain became normal and she felt she didn't need that heart to feel anything. She was her own person and could do what she wanted now. She was known to be able to seduce most people, man or woman, it was what she was good at. Her past haunts her everyday and she tries to ignore it, but sometimes flashbacks happen or something happens that reminds her of her parents or the terrible exes. Sometimes, there are deals that are made so she could get to someone and seduce them for a night. Some people even hire her to sleep with them or other people that they know and those are always the times that she remembers the most from all the things she's done.

The heartbroken woman is broken to the core, but most people wouldn't be able to tell. Her wit and sharp tongue tends to deal with most people, but some people need to get punched for them to stop talking. She isn't all that smart with most things, the only thing she has is her wit to come up with insults. Her deals usually give her enough money to survive with a little more, she wasn't cheap after all. She would use the extra money to make herself look even better with new clothes and shoes and other things that aren't very important.

FC: I don't really know yet, but I'm thinking a girl who is blonde? maybe brunette? we'll see.

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Aug 31, 2015 11:01:34 GMT -5

Post by d4 tati pelotte [azalea] on Aug 31, 2015 11:01:34 GMT -5

Song: Colours
Name: Shay
Interpretation:

It was the realisation that struck her first. The realisation that not everybody went through what she went through, and that people who went through what she went through didn't quite understand how to help. For her, being stuck in a thick, black, swirling hole was the norm - and though her eyes were open, she could not find an escape. Heads lolling whilst eyes rolled around and around: colours spinning into a pasty shade of white until it ended.

And all she saw was black.

Emerging from the other side happy, lighter. Black to grey and grey to white: she made a pledge to herself to not go back. She'd keep all her promises in a single leather book, bound by delicate string. Ink washing across the page as words appeared from underneath her hand. Endless infinities of "I will" and "I won't" sprawled across every page. And she learnt to give her mind a silver lining because for a second, she thought she could do it: forget history and go beyond the line she dared to cross.

But it never would be easy for her. She knew that from the first time one of her walls came down, going from metal between her fingers to a stronger self. It was a journey which involved being alone to heal yourself. There were no distractions then, life was, in some ways, simpler. School work was not as important and there was no pressure to have a boyfriend to 'fit in'. Shay never did 'fit in' because the whole concept was a puzzle to her. You had to be the right shape, you had to have the right personality -- you had to be right.

Though she did entwine her own heart with that of another, young love didn't last forever. She trusted and said those three words, three words which would break about a hundred porcelain promises in that tatty leather book. Her fingers clung to him as she watched him turn from one girl to another, his grip slipping from her palm as she washed green with envy. He wasn't hers to love any more, and it lit a spark in her stomach.

Fed up with how life dealt the cards, she ran.

FC: umm i'll think of one

Last Edit: Aug 31, 2015 11:02:14 GMT -5 by d4 tati pelotte [azalea]

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Aug 31, 2015 12:43:05 GMT -5

Post by arx on Aug 31, 2015 12:43:05 GMT -5

~~This album is fucking amazing tysm for this plot wat even omgsfjalsfja~~

Song: Drive
Name: Grease
Interpretation: ~~Let's have a badass mechanic shall we? for funnsies?~~

Alright so, obviously people who are in love but don't talk about it because why ruin what's already good?

Too much money, too much make-up. Maybe the auto mechanics industry was virtually non-existent in the Districts, but her father owned a chain of shops anyway. Cars, cycles, trucks---all imported from the Capitol or Peacekeeper guilds for repair. Daddy dearest was never home. All Momma knew how to do was lift a wine glass. Two children, one too much of an addict to function, but somehow still the one who would inherit the family money and business. And then there was Trinity. The pull and allure of drugs caught her early, though as she watched her brother struggle through withdrawals she learned to stick to the good old nicotine and beer.

Her mother would try to cake her in make-up only to have her return home covered in dark smudges of grease and smelling of diesel. Her father didn't care enough to scold her and though her mother craved a daughter as beautifully depressed as she was, she also gave up on her darling daughter. Momma drank herself to death. Daddy grew a beard and remarried. But Trinity was already long gone.

She introduced herself only as Grease now, writing off all of her childhood memories and becoming a auto-mechanic. She jumped from shop to shop, her hands repairing while her mind drifted to a place she had never been: District 3. More than anything she wanted to create new things. She didn't want to follow instructions, she wanted to create instructions. District 3 sounded more like home than District 6 ever did---that is until one day Peacekeeper dropped off his truck for repairs.

She had taken joyrides on cycles before, but never had she been in a truck. She drove; he talked. His truck broke down more often. Their rides got longer, their laughter louder. She felt---love. Simple. Obvious. Deep. Though neither ever spoke a word of it. He kissed her once and she kissed him back, nevermind his scratchy whiskers or the obvious age gap. Or the wedding band he wears.

The incident was written off, never spoken of again. They drive. But the ache of longing can only be withstood for so long before a young girl tears at the seams.

FC: Uh, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Aug 31, 2015 20:33:02 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Aug 31, 2015 20:33:02 GMT -5

love "strange love" sm, beaut beaut song omg <333

um ok so i wrote the last bit of the character description on the deadline so i hope it's okay??? x33

Song: Strange Love

Name: Monroe Vause // Chasm Drace - one of those possibly? i think those are like my top two names.

Interpretation: so i think this is where i describe the character. HERE WE GO EXCUSE THE MESS --

She runs with her love like the wind, reckless and tossing every rule out the window. Love and anger are the only things that have been able to compromise her control over herself - they make her weak. But in the midst of a wild kiss, every damn she's ever given melts away with her sense of right and wrong.

She could have chosen anyone - the quiet, cute boy in the back of the classroom, the gentlemanly boy who lived next door - but she chose the handsome bastard with a bottle in his hand, promises to perfect to be true between his teeth, and a lion roaring in his heart.

He shattered her, and when her pieces came back together, there were gaping holes from lost pieces.

Love was the greatest gap.

She was left as a ruthless shell, seething with black bitterness and wearing boots that march all over everything that steps a single toe in her way.

Their love affair was plastered and painted and drawn all over the bathroom walls and whispered across the school way halls, new fallacies emerging with each new storyteller. The twisted and distorted into a nightmare cast a shadow over her reputation -

She wasn't good anymore. She wasn't pure anymore.

They were right, anyway.

She became a tiger prowling for prey, a dark mass in a space of white.

FC: i may reuse perrie edwards, but i have more who'd be the perfect, but ~~"I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anythiiiinnnnggggg"~~ (<--- DEM LYRICS) for now i'll be keeping those private bc i do not want to lose them.

Last Edit: Sept 10, 2015 17:44:40 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Sept 6, 2015 15:30:47 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 15:30:47 GMT -5

Song: Strange Love

Name: WIP

Interpretation: You don't fuck with her, and expect to survive the repercussions from the gloating. Her beauty cuts more than just the fantasies of your girlfriend as she stares at you with those piercing eyes. Some call her the Black Widow, others call her the Heartless Bitch, she knows how to use her assets to her advantage. She never felt comfortable with the idea of love. The word tastes like rotten fruit on her teeth. Love for another human was fleeting and never lasted longer than the next sexual pleasure. She learned this hard from watching her parents whore themselves out for nothing more than quenching a thirst. She has learned to love one thing,

Power.

She loves to power she can exercise over men, the way they bend at her will, knell in front of her presence. She grins from malicious excitement as she watches her victims worship the ground she stomps in as her heels clink with ever stride. Others around her worry that she'll never be able to settle down, and that she'll never find, what's that word again, happiness? She simply laughs at the notion that life is miraculously accomplished when one finds true happiness. She knows that everything in life is fleeting, and that we only present what others want us to think. She uses her power of control to extort information for her gang, using it to cripple those who walk like their gods in her path.

Playing the fool has gain her many juicy secrets that can bring down the District with one powerful voice, whether or not she can find hers though, is her true story.

FC: I think I have on in mind.

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Sept 7, 2015 16:31:51 GMT -5

Post by pika on Sept 7, 2015 16:31:51 GMT -5

Song: Hold Me Down
Name: TBD
Interpretation: A girl who learns of wrongdoings done to girls by selfish boys. She seduces them and has a bit of fun getting back at them for their bad actions. She does this out of the goodness of her heart, and to see the redemption in the eyes of her fellow females.
FC: Courtney Eaton (I have her reserved for my next female character that I choose to make)

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Sept 7, 2015 17:06:12 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 17:06:12 GMT -5

Ayo guys these are looking absolutely fantastic. If you've got a WIP up right now, please have it finished by Wednesday at midnight, as I'll be making decisions sometime Thursday. If you don't happen to get who you want, don't worry! I'll be opening up the last 3 spots right after I give out the first round, and I'd love to see you guys fill those as well <3

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welcome to the badlands; d6 [open] Sept 10, 2015 23:33:39 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 23:33:39 GMT -5

So far:
Hold Me Down-- Pika
Drive-- Arx
Young God-- Death
Colors-- Aza
Strange Love-- Briar

Also, three new spots (Ghost, Haunting, I Walk the Line) are available, and if you didn't get the first spot you applied for (or didn't finish a wip), please please apply!!