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whatever { forever } // cameo, blitz! Feb 1, 2016 21:25:32 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 1, 2016 21:25:32 GMT -5

well i'm slowly waking up
to the screaming southern sun
marching straight at me
like soldiers through my eyes

Old habits came all too easily to her with death once again gaping at her. It wasn't hard for her to access alcohol - as the avox brought her the bottle and averted his eyes she wondered how may tributes drowned away their fears in the days before entering the Arena - and as soon as she had it in her grip she was drinking it straight from the bottle. She managed to find some paper and pens, too, and as soon as she'd thrown on one of the oversized sweaters she was out the door without bothering to tell anyone where she was going.

It wasn't like they really cared, anyway. No one in this damn city seemed to care except J, who was becoming harder and harder to convince that the bruises came from a fall down the stairs back in Three.

The elevator seemed especially quiet at night, the darkness creeping in from the corners and making her miss Aiden and his hesitant smiles. She'd never been good at making friends but she'd always had a knack for causing trouble and dragging others into it. She was already a bit tipsy by the time she reached the District Seven girl's door. They made a pair, the two of them, both pissed off at the world and just dying to take it out on something.

She knocked until the door finally swung open. Her face split into a crooked grin. "Ready to give 'em hell?"

and when the sun comes up
like it always does
it's whatever forever
and it just keeps getting better

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whatever { forever } // cameo, blitz! Feb 2, 2016 0:00:38 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 2, 2016 0:00:38 GMT -5

Eryn Sconosciuto
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Silence screeches against the outline of my senses. Emptiness flutters through my interior that’s often rampaged by chaos. Since when had the absence of sound become such an irritating consumption? A pause from the expectations residing in District Seven has been an unimaginable desire I’ve been incapable of even considering. Yet now that I’m encountered with a lack of formal obligations, I’m informed of the agonizing despair it can cause. No one longer relies on my power to seek security from.

Freedom from command is a burden I’m unsure if I crave desiring.

Except that the release from the requirements itching for my perfection, is a privilege I’m currently relishing in. Though Edyn’s glare had disappeared for a month now, her voice is finally just now fading to nonexistence. Her persistent demands have halted from correcting my every action. As if the Youth, abandoned years behind, I’m no longer forced to fear the mistakes she may disapprove of.

So when the load of nothing slivers beneath my rough exterior, there’s no questioning the arrangements conspired earlier. A knock ruptures the hollow aroma of my forsaken room, and a relieving grin refreshes my hardened cheeks. Those alluringly gloomy blonde locks that wait beyond the door may reflect Rayne’s more then I prefer, but it’s a distraction I seek.

“Ready to give ‘em hell?” Well isn’t that a statement I constantly plead to hear. But now there’s no consequences threatening to linger in the future.

For the briefest moment my gaze studies her blithe expression. She has features as striking as most, yet with ill-fitted attire that could derive from my District. The bottle encircled with keenly laced fingers overtakes that baffling combination though. “Better now then never.” While my words speak with irony, and my manners may slip like the alcohol does into my palm. Perhaps politeness has continuously faltered from my talents; as I then step into the hallway, and barricade behind the isolation attempting to suffocate me. “Any plans for this anarchy? Or just spontaneous disturbance?” My voice strives to avoid the rigorous tone I’ve been raised to have.

Last Edit: Feb 2, 2016 23:41:47 GMT -5 by Cameo {RIP Charlie}

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whatever { forever } // cameo, blitz! Feb 4, 2016 0:29:54 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 4, 2016 0:29:54 GMT -5

well i'm slowly waking up
to the screaming southern sun
marching straight at me
like soldiers through my eyes

Danny smiled wickedly as she pressed the bottle into the palm of Seven's female tribute, feeling both generous and reckless. The thrill running through her veins reminded her of her days when she was younger, smashing windows for fun. She'd even caused enough trouble to land her in the Detention Center, but that was behind her. And here, there were no consequences for her actions. They couldn't arrest her because her fate was already worse than prison - it was the Arena, and they imagined it was the worst punishment they could give to her.

But there were harder ways to die.

She Eryn the paper and pens, eyes glittering mischievously. "The atmosphere here is far too proper for my taste," she announced, mimicking the Capitol accent. Even though she was drunk she wasn't exaggerating - the propriety had been suffocating her here almost as much as it did at home. Everyone expected something of her and because she'd been raised the way she was she knew how to obey, but she was beginning to feel that she and the other tributes were all just puppets in the Gamemakers' big show.

And they were, of course, but she didn't want to feel like it.

"What do you say to spreading some embarrassment? Y'know, getting under their skin a little bit? Causing general chaos?" Her smile became wry. "It's not like we can really be yelled at, can we?"

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like it always does
it's whatever forever
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whatever { forever } // cameo, blitz! Feb 7, 2016 5:37:25 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 7, 2016 5:37:25 GMT -5

Eryn Sconosciuto
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Weak, makeshift weapons were always transferred into my palms when chaos was about to erupt. Except at this moment it’s a pen & paper that’s placed among my grasp, providing my tools for what is destined to conspire. Confusion overtakes me beyond belief, while interesting me all the same. It’s enjoyable to observe a higher District complain over how this place is too proper, but I’m still left baffled beyond belief. “Okay…” I attempt to urge for a further explanation. How can this possibly evoke notable disarray?

It’s as if Rayne & I were meshed into a single being. Danny’s hair & famine features remark my Blonde from home unimaginably, while her fashion is far and more towards my preferences. But it’s inspiration to cause mental turmoil that has me wishing to encounter Rayne for just another moment. The minor remembrance of her I must forget, while it’s her nature I must embrace.

No matter what occurs, there are no dreadful results that have already been established despite our actions.

“What are they going to do? Send us to the Arena?” I comment with a load of dark humor intertwined with my words. There’s such agonizing pain to return to Rayne, and even more so knowing I shouldn’t concentrate on such. “They can’t do shit.” Is reassure since that’s the only promised confidence I’ve been provided.

An elevator arrives in seconds, though I have no clue where our destination is. Hard to understand how fast these things can run. “So what are we going to write down anyways? Seems a bit too obvious to send out death threats.” Evidently my jokes are as stale as leftover crumbs on the dinner table. My gaze follows to Danny curiously, entirely dumbstruck by the task at hand.

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whatever { forever } // cameo, blitz! Feb 8, 2016 21:48:40 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 8, 2016 21:48:40 GMT -5

well i'm slowly waking up
to the screaming southern sun
marching straight at me
like soldiers through my eyes

Danny's face split into a grin. She was tempted to swipe the alcohol back, but she already had enough in her system to make the warmth spread from her belly to her fingertips and toes. It had been a long time since she had let the bitter liquid carry her into a whirlwind of trouble. Distantly she remembered the feel of of a shirt two sizes too small, shorts that rode up far enough to make the street rats blush, smoke that nearly burned her lungs away.

(Those memories made her feel guilty these days. She had tasted fire, let it twist its way into every exhale. But there were people whose lungs were already killing them, and they hadn't done anything wrong. She knew one of those people. She'd sat beside him and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.)

"I'm sure half of them are already passing death threats between them." She waved her hand dismissively, humming thoughtfully and peering down the dark hallways, before her eyes lit up with a drunken, hazy idea. "So why don't we give 'em love notes instead? Here, I can even start."

Holding a piece of paper against the wall, she scribbled out a quick one. You’ve got our hearts racing and our stomachs in knots… we hear you’re into that kind of thing.

She turned, raising her eyebrows. "How's that for getting under their skin?"

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it's whatever forever
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whatever { forever } // cameo, blitz! Feb 10, 2016 15:07:00 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 10, 2016 15:07:00 GMT -5

Eryn Sconosciuto
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Love notes? That first word is beyond a foreign concept to me. Such vocabulary was forbidden among my area of District Seven. Rayne & I never even vocally shared that between each other. Our hearts are reserved for each other, while love is only weakness. But perhaps in this case it could be used to create a little conflict? “Uh…” Except that I’m still a bit baffled over the idea, though not rejecting it just yet. This has Rayne’s personality carved among each strike of ink.

Thankfully an example delicately curves among my vision, as I study the message Danny begins the night with. Another swirl of alcohol is taken, to absorb her writing & the influential beverage. Despite the fact that it’s far from humor I could manage to deliver, it has me cackling nonetheless.

Only minor issue is that this is truly Rayne’s specialty, not mine.

Somehow a confidant grin still graces my features, finally accepting the memories wanting to invade. Maybe I’ll never encounter Rayne again, but I can enjoy a coy event she would of flourished in. It will most certainly get under other Tribute’s skin; it’s already itching beneath my own.

“Very clever.” I concur, my glance shifting between Danny’s note & a blank canvas. As much as I’d murder to embrace Rayne’s sharp flirtatious tongue, I can’t with her thousands of miles away. I try to follow Danny’s lead and place a paper against the wall, only to turn up short. “Uh…” Seeps from my lips once again.

I am stupid, gets scribbled down before I despise it immediately. That was the best I could conspire, and it definitely does not give Rayne’s character any justice. “Supposed to be for the blind kid, but…” A sip of the liquor runs down my throat. “Maybe you should just write them, and I’ll sit back to laugh & drink.”

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