That Foxy Girl ;)

[aquamans]

“What if Foxface realized where she was at that point – she was up against Cato, Thresh, and the team from 12. She wasn’t good with hand-to-hand combat, she relied on stealth and getting in and out of situations quickly. What if she realized that the chances were if up against any of her competitors, she’d die a terrible, painful death. Then, she sees the nightlock sitting perfectly in front of her as she followed Peeta, and thinks: “This is my painless way out. Why suffer more than I need to?” Maybe Foxface was more clever than we all believed.”

[catothekiller-deactivated201211]

He saw that the girl had moved, and figured it was as good an opportunity as any to mess with her a little bit. Cato slowly and discretely got up behind her without her noticing. “That’ll be hard to accomplish with that red hair of yours,” he whispered to her. 

[foxy-foxface-blog]

"Yeah. And I doubt you'll be able to dig a hole in the ground to fit you, either," she whispered back, trying to make sure her voice was laced in sarcasm.

[accidentallyonpurpose23]

what we all went through with Harry Potter

We felt sick from the relationship with Lavender

We were there when Umbridge fucked shit up

We helped the trio discover what the Philosophers Stone was

We helped Harry get onto the platform

We were there when Hermione KICKED RONS ASS

We mourned the death of Fred

We were laughing at Seamus always blowing things up

We were there with Neville when he faced the boggart

We giggled at Ron falling in “love” with Romilda

We supported Harry in his decision to go to Hagrids

We were there when Ron was being ridiculously cute to get on Hermiones good side

We were in Privet Drive when Harrys letters arrived

We were on the carriage when Luna first appeared

We were at christmas when Harry got his invisibility cloak

We ran with them when Goyle set the bloody place on fire

We struggled in every wizard lightening battle

We watched Snape get tormented by James

We suffered when Hermione got tortured by Bellatrix

We were there when Hermione and Viktor were getting physical *dies of laughter*

We were there through the death of Sirius

We watched Draco go through hell

We watched as Minerva and Severus had a fight

WE ALL DIED AT THE AWKWARD HUG

We were there when LUNA X HARRY was totally canon

We drove the car in front of the Hogwarts Express

We scoffed at Trelawnys predictions

We fought off loads of dementors

We watched Lupin transform

We fought over a book

We stuck around through ANGST HARRY

…aaand sassy Harry

We saw them all grow up.

Source: forever-a-gryffinwhore

[foxy-foxface-blog]

She placed her head down, slowly looking back up to the screen. She had decided not to give into his returning stare. She watched as the time flashed up on the screen. 139.2 seconds. She wasn’t sure how she had misplaced so much time looking at him and studying his expressions.

[catothekiller-deactivated201211]

He kept his eyes on her and laughed. Easily intimidated most likely. He’d have his fun with her. He always had his fun.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

She rolled her eyes and then she moved onto the station right next to where Cato had been standing. Her hands started to shake while she started to look at the station; painting yourself into the environment.

[catothekiller-deactivated201211]

Cato glanced over at her and did a double take. Was she staring at him? He shot her a “What do you want?” look and waited for her reaction. He was all about intimidating people. She seemed so tiny, and innocent. She’d be easy to take down for sure. 

[foxy-foxface-blog]

She placed her head down, slowly looking back up to the screen. She had decided not to give into his returning stare. She watched as the time flashed up on the screen. 139.2 seconds. She wasn't sure how she had misplaced so much time looking at him and studying his expressions.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

Foxface was watching around the training centre when she noticed a big guy, one who she recalled volunteering, with a big 2 on his back.So this is one of those volunteers? I'm screwed, aren't I?She looked back up to the screen, still making pairs out of the different pictures. She was trying to beat her high score on the highest difficulty- 93.1 seconds. She watched while Cato seemed to be thinking about what to do next.

[nobody-left-to-love-deactivated]

That had been that, she was no longer aloud at District 5, ever. She’d sighed, only trying to save everyone, wanting to keep them free and maybe even change the ways of the Capitol, but no, she’d never do that. She’d never save that redhead.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

It was only five and a half years later that her name had be called at that reaping. "Jacqui Miles," the announcer said. It was from that point that she was reminded of that winner, of Johanna. She went without a fight, unable to go any other way. When she arrived at the capitol train station, she scanned the crowd.

[nobody-left-to-love-deactivated]

AMANDA SHALL NEVER FORGET YOU.

EVEN IF SHES DEAD.

XD

[foxy-foxface-blog]

EVEN IF HER CHAT LOGS HAVE BEEN LOST SINCE NEITHER OF US HAVE THOSE ACCOUNTS ANYMORE… :D Or at least, I don’t think you have yours.

[nobody-left-to-love-deactivated]

I HAVE IT BUT I CHANGED IT INTO SOMETHING ELSE. WOO.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

As discussed earlier, f-book deleted the original Luke. :(

[nobody-left-to-love-deactivated]

AMANDA SHALL NEVER FORGET YOU.

EVEN IF SHES DEAD.

XD

[foxy-foxface-blog]

EVEN IF HER CHAT LOGS HAVE BEEN LOST SINCE NEITHER OF US HAVE THOSE ACCOUNTS ANYMORE... :D Or at least, I don't think you have yours.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

electric--twist started following you

Foxface, sitting in the costume, had a look around the room. Each tribute for the 74th Hunger Games was in the room with them, as well as their mentors. She noticed one particularly glum individual. She could tell, but the slightly tear-stained eyes, that it didn't look like he was ready to go out in any costume at all. He must've been a mentor. Feeling her stylist putting on last minute changes to her costume, she looked back over to the stranger.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

An OOC intro... about me, not Foxface. But Foxface is Cool As Well

Hi. In case you don't know me, I'm Ricky. I'm a fifteen year old male from the land of Australia.

If you need to contact me this is my OOC Tumblr: http://thewritershuman.tumblr.com/

I have no idea how to start some roleplays, so some of them might seem completely crazy. If you're a 74ther, well I guess we'd probably meet first day of training, or during the parade. If you're not, and you won from about 64th onwards, chances are you might've seen Foxface briefly in the crowd of the victory tour.

Either way, I don't bite. So just come up and tag me.

I've decided to change my tag to foxyfoxface without the dash, so that I can track it. Thanks.

[nobody-left-to-love-deactivated]

“You can’t just say stuff like that!” Her escort had argued, “Oh yeah?” Johanna had yanked away and ran back out on stage. “Run while you can, go away, this is no place for children.” She’d managed to meet her gaze again with the redhead. 

[foxy-foxface-blog]

Foxface's eyes were blocked off from the world by her mother. It was at that moment when she heard the voice of the teen again. Her mother let go of Foxface's face, realizing that she was being spoken to from off the stage. Nobody dared to speak, even though everybody, in the back of their minds, agreed with what Johanna was saying.

[nobody-left-to-love-deactivated]

“Alright, loves..” Johanna had begun, now much more confident, she’d shuffled in her heels, making a loud noise to let everyone know this was her stage and nobody else’s. “I’m sorry I killed your family and friends, honest, but you, the adults here, are going along with the Capitol in this game, letting children kill each other, what do you expect? Do something about it and maybe-” Her escort had grabbed her by her pale arm and hauled her off the stage.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

Foxface watched while Johanna had been taken offstage. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't cause a fuss, it had seemed that Johanna had already done something similar. She felt her mother's hand close around her eyes, the same way that her mother did when she'd accidentally walked in on her watching old news footage containing violent clippings from the games. "What's going on?" Foxface whispered to her mother.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

Foxface looked up to the stage. She noticed that Johanna seemed nervous, like she was ready to faint and collapse. She didn’t remember what was going on, why they were there. On the screen the girl was shown. This was for the people that were far away and couldn’t see properly. She looked back to the stage, seeing that right in front of the stage were her District’s dead-tribute’s families.

[nobody-left-to-love-deactivated]

“How’s everyones’ night?” She’d asked, sounding more drunk than prepared, her escort had shot her a look of horror and she decided to move on before anyone could scream at her for slaughtering their innocent children, “I’d like to thank you all, for not throwing grenades at me as I stand here and speak for the fallen.” She’d said, trying to remain as calm as she could, she’d scanned the crowd for some child to stare at and make her less afraid, a redhead little girl, perfect, she had locked eyes with her and managed a smile.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

Foxface looked back up to the 'winner' just in time to see that she was looking her straight in the eyes. It made her uncomfortable to be the centre of anybody's attention. She looked back down for a second, hoping that by the time that she looked back up that the 'winner' would be looking at somebody else. She remembered the winner's name suddenly. Johanna. Foxface kept standing, trying to remain as still as possible.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

Sometime between the 68th and 69th Annual Hunger Games, the victory tour had happened. A nine-year-old Foxface had lined up. If she remembered right, it was something that they had to go to each year. She hadn’t even seen a second of the Hunger Games to know that the girl from District 7 had been the winner. They’d only been talking about the girl with the low evaluation score that had been crowned the winner for the last six months. She looked up to the stage, watching for a minute.

[nobody-left-to-love-deactivated]

Johanna had protested, harshly, wanting to just wave and run, making her way from the cameras would be better than having to give a speech about the people she’d killed in their fucked up games and be recorded. Her escort had shoved her out, and she almost collapsed over in her high heels that were strapped around her feet, “Hello…” She’d mused to the crowd laid out before her. 

[foxy-foxface-blog]

Foxface looked up to the stage. She noticed that Johanna seemed nervous, like she was ready to faint and collapse. She didn't remember what was going on, why they were there. On the screen the girl was shown. This was for the people that were far away and couldn't see properly. She looked back to the stage, seeing that right in front of the stage were her District's dead-tribute's families.

[foxy-foxface-blog]

Sometime between the 68th and 69th Annual Hunger Games, the victory tour had happened. A nine-year-old Foxface had lined up. If she remembered right, it was something that they had to go to each year. She hadn't even seen a second of the Hunger Games to know that the girl from District 7 had been the winner. They'd only been talking about the girl with the low evaluation score that had been crowned the winner for the last six months. She looked up to the stage, watching for a minute.