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I am Coralie Thompson. I am from District 3. They are coming for me. I won't let them.

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I will get to replies tomorrow :3 Thank you for your patience!

The replies I have on my list to do are from Rhyder, Axel, and Lily. If I am missing you, please let me know. I must have missed your reply :(

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meme weekend!

Our first meme weekend has finally arrived! This week’s meme includes starter sentences inspired by The Hunger Games, which can serve as great ice breakers if you have trouble with plotting. The meme may be reblogged by every member once until Sunday, though you can publish your responses throughout the week. Don’t forget the golden rule in roleplay: send and receive. Have fun!

“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.” “Destroying things is much easier than making them.” “There must be some special girl. Come on, what’s her name?” “Stupid people are dangerous.” “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” “You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.” “You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?” “Here’s some advice. Stay alive.” “Because when she sings…even the birds stop to listen.” “They’re already taking my future! They can’t have the things that mattered to me in the past!” “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.” “You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.” “My nightmares are usually about losing you.“ “While you live, the revolution lives.” “At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.” “I really can’t think about kissing when I’ve got a rebellion to incite.” “You love me. Real or not real?” “You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real.“ “I must have loved you a lot.” “There are much worse games to play.” “I think….you still have no idea. The effect you can have.” “They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.” “Because I am in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention.” “I’m going to kill you.” “You can’t leave me here. Promise me.” “Run all you want. You can’t escape.” “I’m trying to HELP you.” “I don’t have any reason to trust you.” “I thought you loved me.” “Run. Run now, just go!”

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anybody home?

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Rhyder couldn’t risk his safety or his sister’s. She had a child on the way and he couldn’t risk that child being born without his parents. He hadn’t meant to be rude towards her, but Cora was careless. She should know better than to speak like that in his home. He was a Victor, he was always being watched. He wasn’t an idiot.

“Because you’re going to end up like them if you don’t,” Rhyder warned, his voice thick with annoyance as she continued. “If you haven’t forgotten, my father was taken for his suspicions. My mother was dead and I was six years old having to take care of a four year old. My sister has a child coming and you’re risking not just your own danger, but mine and my sisters.”

He looked at her in the eyes, “I’m telling you this as your friend and someone who knew your parents well. They would not want you to risk your life for them.” 

There were things people didn’t talk about and Rhyder knew why. It was this reason his father was taken away from him. He was saying what he needed to in a way to stop Cora before it was too late. “Just please… you can stay, but please… stop.”

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Coralie stood stock still, afraid to look Rhyder in the eyes, as if that very connection would be risking them getting caught too. She stared at the floor, almost ashamed for being a part of the rebellion, no matter how small the part may be. Like her wish and desire to find her parents was something that she should feel shame over. 

She knew that wasn’t what he meant and she knew that that wasn’t true, but if she truly was putting others in danger, which Rhyder clearly thought she was, then she should definitely be ashamed. “How do you know what they would have wanted?” Coralie had never seen the connection between her parents and Rhyders. She had been too young and only learned of it afterwards. Still, the words came out without any confidence behind them to back them up. He was most likely right and she knew that.

She silently sat down, staring at the tea she had made but no longer particularly craving it. She felt a fool, that was for sure. “I’m sorry I just..” She sighed, dejection  clearly plain. “I don’t like giving up. I wasn’t raised to give up.”

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installation complete * past

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Emily’s eyes grew wide upon receiving a response, seeing it as an invitation to ask more and satisfy the lingering curiosity to all those fancy things her simple mind was being introduced to. Neat pigtails bouncing down her shoulders as she had no trouble to sit on the floor in her neat pastel coloured dress, she looked at the sensor and then back at the other girl.

“Web?” She asked with juvenile curiosity, a part of her aware she should probably know these things and know better than to ask random people instead of the maids in the house, those who knew about her origin. Biting her lip, she scooted a bit closer yet again.

“You mean spider webs? But what do you want with all those gadgets then? Are there dangerous spiders?!” While she was a child of nature, dangerous and huge spiders didn’t actually attract her interest. Quite in contrary actually. Little did she know though that she was more making a fool out of herself than being on the right track.

Only after Lily’s gaze fell onto the machine her sibling had explained to her would help them play all kinds of nice online games and brows though music and news sides. “Oh! You mean that web thingy where I can surf through the ocean of knowledge?” 

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Cora side-eyed the girl. Her hair was so smooth and shiny, there was no doubt she was always well fed and taken care of. Hell, she even had a maid. Coralie thought back to her own house. It could hardly be called that. There were about three rooms, not including the bathroom. The main room had crammed in a semblance of a kitchen with a table and chairs and a couch. There was a projection television, but that was provided by the capitol for watching capitol addresses and the games. Then there was her grandparents bedroom and their old sitting room that they had converted to bedroom when they had taken Coralie in.

She shook her head. “Nope, not spider webs.” She said lightly, giving the other a small smile. Despite how she was apparently growing up, Coralie never let her disdain or jealousy show. She was learning, now, how to hide her true feelings of people. It was safer that way. Besides, the girl could hardly help how she was being raised. Hopefully she wouldn’t be spoon fed the capitol propaganda, but here in district one, it would most likely be inevitable. 

“Right! That thingy” She agreed, using the youngers use of terminology instead of her own. “Sometimes, it goes down. That means there is something wrong with the electrical equipment or the connection. We do lots of stuff with this kind of thing in district 3.” She explained. She liked to let people know what she was doing. Maybe it would give them an insight to another place. At the very least, it could give the other something to talk about at fancy parties.

Coralie took a cord from the router and plugged it into her own sensor, pressing a green button and watching as the device began to take a reading of the connection quality. “It doesn’t usually take too long, so I won’t be in your way.” She told the girl. She hoped it would be quick. She had been told about this last minute and hadn’t had the time for breakfast. Lunch time was quickly approaching. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to skip a meal but that didn’t mean she was less hungry when she did.

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— catching up

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He looked straight at her, eyes on hers as she spoke about her grandparents but then quickly avoided them when she asked the question he had been dreading to hear. Axel cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets.“They work hard because they love you,” he replied instead, subtly switching the subject back to her grandparents, “Even if they’re not your parents, they love you like a daughter, I’m sure. Nothing can really change their mind even if you tell them to rest. That’s what parents do.” 

He knew all too well. Four the four years he raised Willow, sometimes she felt more like a daughter than a little sister. Axel cleared his throat, mind coming up with other things to say. He was running away from what she wanted to know: Are you giving up? No. He isn’t giving up. That was done already. The capitol had won. President Lucius won. Life won. They took everything from him. There was no reason to continue fighting. There was no one to fight for.

He sighed, closed his mouth and stared down at his shoes. “I..” She would be disappointed. Just say it, Axel. “There’s no point anymore.” There. There it was. He lifted his head but didn’t look directly at her. “There’s no reason to fight. They’ll always win.”

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Cora watched him with sad eyes. She understood, of course. She had gone through her own doubt, she had wondered why she should even bother. The capitol was powerful, all powerful, had weapons that she could only imagine, but they had numbers. They had their own power if they would only reach out to grasp it.

“They only win if we think like that.” She whispered, but rather than her tone coming out harsh, as she had expected, it was soft. She wanted to reach out to him, but she knew that they weren’t all that close, not really. “Axel.....” Her voice trailed off, her eyes falling from him to the ground at their feet. There was rubble, obvious signs of wear and tear on the buildings and the sidewalk beneath their feet. Had the district more money, perhaps they would look at pretty and pristine as one or two or even four, but the capitol took everything.

She moved closer, wishing she could just, somehow, implore him to see reason, to see her reason. “I lost everything when they took my parents away from me.” She placed a hand gingerly against his forearm. “I know how you’re feeling... but if.. if this isn’t what you want to do..”

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▬ breaking the habit;

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It wasalmost funny because if someone should be careful about what they Said, it should definitely be Minos. He was a former citizen from District One and knew the unsaid rules about being careful, thrown words here and there and misinterpreted could lead to wars and punishments. However, living in District Ten for so long somehow made him relaxed, more trustworthy, less tense and definitely more open to make jokes. But no all districts were like 10 anyway and he just realized that right now when facing this incredibly pale girl that kept looking at him, a mixture of a kid that was caught stealing candy from a store and a cat that was ready to attack its prey. It made Minos confused, almost interested to the point of dangerously teasing her again. “You’re not in your own element.” The voice of reason would tell him while the most daring part of him would flirt, “You can take her down if something goes wrong.” But was he really willing to do that? he was mostly curious, not about the district itself or her plans, he couldn’t care less. But he wanted to know more about the rebellion. A lot of words were said about it, whispered in the corridors while he was growing up, unaware of the other districts’ poverty until it was too late for him and he was there, dueling in a staged arena, fighting for his life. It should make him more brutal and proud of his district but it left him aware of everything that happened and how the Capitol would favor some instead of the whole. Anyway, he was way too far from his most practical thoughts, that was to deal with the girl that still stared and was probably holding something to protect herself from his possible attack? Minos frowned at that thought, tilting his head to the side. “I’m not dangerous. You can chill. And you don’t really wanna use whatever you’re trying to use against me do you?” He didn’t want to sound threatening and he shouldn’t but then it was just common sense to be wise like he was. “You don’t want to call attention to yourself. I’m Minos. And you?” in the end he offered a smile, tiny, more like a polite one.

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Time had slowed to a crawl. Her life might just be ending. She had no idea who this guy was but if he was a threat, then she had been caught red-handed in dealings with the rebels and she might as well kiss any chance at discovering her parents whereabouts and true freedom goodbye. Blood was pounding, blocking out nearly all sound and awareness of her surroundings.

There was nothing in her pocket. She could be facing imminent doom and she had nothing to defend herself with. She tried not to let the panic show on her face. It seemed as if time was ticking down towards disaster and she didn’t know quite what to do to prevent that without making a scene and taking a situation from bad to worse.

She raised her brow, keeping herself away from him, feeling light on her feet, ready to make a dash in case he drew out some sort of weapon. She was quick. She had constant scenarios in her mind, namely of her surrounded by capitol lapdogs or in the games themselves, running, dashing, dodging for her life. She could do it, she could. She wouldn’t have been entrusted on these little missions if no one thought she could. “Not dangerous?” Coralie removed her hand from her pocket, flashing her empty palm at him. “I don’t exactly have anything to use. Do you?” She asked firmly.

Cora already had an exit planned out in case things turned sour, but for now, she would play along, just in case. She pressed her lips into a thin line, considering his words. “Coralie.” He had a nice smile, but that was how danger pulled you in. Still, she attempted to return one. “You’re not from here, are you?” She didn’t know every face of district three, nor every name, but you could tell when someone was from your district or not. He had something different about him.

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x nothing to report

There were many reasons why Coralie enjoyed reporting to Caelan. For one thing, he was incredibly good-looking. Honestly, she thought he had to be the best looking guy she had seen in all the districts, and that was certainly saying something. Just the way he carried himself made you want to report to him, take orders from him, and make him proud. For another, whenever it was time to report to him, there was always pretty good food. She wasn’t sure who provided it, but it was typically one of the better meals she would have that week or that month, so she made sure not to ever miss it.

This time, however, she was nervous for more than just being in the presence of Panem’s number one bachelor. She really didn’t have all that much to report. No one had any new news about what the capitol was up to. They had gotten very good at covering their tracks and keeping things hushed up, which simply meant that the informants would have to work harder. Coralie really didn’t want to go to Caelan with nothing at all.

As she approached the door to the designated meeting place, which changed every time, Cora paused to check her reflection. “Oh, stop being stupid, Coralie” She chided herself, knocking on the door.

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x a time of firsts

Coralie must have made her way into the folds of trust. There were layers and layers of different levels of trust. For those who were new or to young to the ranks of the rebellion, they were often sent out to safer districts, where the chances of being caught by pro-capitol robots were hardly ever a thing to worry about. That had been her roll for at least a year, but now, she was 17 and she was on her way, for the first time ever, to the capitol.

One might think this was the most dangerous of jobs, but it really wasn’t. Many people in the capitol were kind, they were just blind to what this “freedom” the capitol had granted the districts really was- a sham, a new set of binds to keep the people in their place.

The capitol would be harmless.

But that didn’t keep her from feeling sick to her stomach as the train hurtled her towards her destination. She jiggled her leg constantly, sure that she must be bugging the young man sitting beside her, but she couldn’t help it.

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Kissed by Fire

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anybody home?

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Rhyder’s eyes did not focus on the red haired girl. His eyes remained on his book and his attention on the grey cat resting peacefully on his lap. He was more than fine with silence. He relished in it. It was a punishment, as well as a way of life. Some people didn’t seem to understand that, but he wasn’t someone to force someone to stop talking. 

As the girl went on to make something, Rhyder dropped his book on the couch once more and wrapped his arms around the cat, picking him up and lying him on his back. The cat made a sound of annoyance, but seem to enjoy never the less. Rhyder scratched the cat’s stomach for a bit before Cora returned and the cat took the chance to flee to the kitchen for food and milk.

As the girl spoke up, Rhyder sighed and reached up to rub his temple, “You speak too freely.”

It was a warning to make her stop. He was a Victor, not only a Victor, but the son of a supposed rebel. He was always being watched and Cora spoke too freely. He could risk being whisked away to prison, or possibly killed for the talks she was heading for. He didn’t fall in the line of a rebel, nor a supporter of the Capitol. She may have lost her parents, but because of the Capitol, he lost who he was as a person. No one knew better than him what the Capitol could do.

“For your sake, stop.”

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Coralie reached out to hand a cup of tea to Rhyder. Her hand shook. She froze. She supposed that it had only been a matter of time before she had outworn her welcome at his place and she must have just overstepped the line. She drew the cup back towards herself, not sure what to do or to say. She knew she had been testing him but she didn’t think... she thought...

“I-” Coralie blinked, not expecting to be so shocked by his quiet outburst. She was putting him in danger. Part of her knew that, but another part of her, a larger part of her, was so desperate to connect with someone, someone who knew of her parents, someone who had much taken from them as well. In a way, Rhyder had much more taken from him than Cora, but rather than using it to fuel a desire for justice, Rhyder seemed to have just given up.

“And why should I stop? My parents were taken from me, Rhyder. If I were taken from them, I would like to think that they would be doing everything in their power to try and figure out what happened to me.” She had meant for the words to come out strong and full of a fiery confidence, but they just seemed a bit sad and pitiful. 

“I know I’m putting you in danger.” She finally whispered. “I should stop that. I’ll.. I’ll take my ideas elsewhere.” She didn’t know who she trusted enough to talk things through with. She didn’t know if she should trust anyone enough to talk things through, but she had to try. She was halfway to her feet. 

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i’m very sick. i will get to replies and plotting sunday

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Do you think district 3 should be richer based on your stance to the Capitol? Without your supplies, the Capitol would be rendered mundane.

Absolutely I agree. We are a very intricate part of life in Orbis. Without us, every district, especially the Capitol and those in their pocket, would suffer.

Hmm. 

Perhaps we should be paid more, don’t you think? Before the Capitol finds themselves full of regrets.

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anybody home?

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“Beetee Latier.” Though Rhyder hadn’t gotten an education due to the fact in District 10, many children were forced to work on the farms to help the families. That was why most families had many children. He was one of those that was forced to work the farm. For him, he preferred it. His sister, however, went to school. She was never meant for the farming life and it was his decision to make sure she had gone. It took a lot of convincing, but at least one of the Pyrmont children needed to be educated. He did know how to read at least. He understand her thoughts. A part of him wondered if his father was alive, but his father was just a farmer. His life wasn’t important to the Capitol. He was disposable. A frown formed on his lips at the thought of his father and he glanced away, his eyes moving back to the book on the couch.  Rhyder’s brow furrowed as he made his way back to the couch. He rested back on the dirty brown couch. His hands reached for his book and he returned the page he had stopped at. His interest in Cora’s arrival soon depleted, “You know where everything is.” His eyes glanced around for a moment, focusing on the window. Speaking of Beetee Latier and her parents was dangerous conversation. It was things similar to this that had his father taken away. Of course, the disappearance of a Victor would cause people to question. It was far more dangerous for Cora. He just wanted that conversation to end for the benefit of her.

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“Yes, him” Coralie replied. She knew she should have remembered him. He was an inspiration to those who hated the capital in district 3. He was also used by the government as an example of what would happen if they attempted to do what he had attempted to do.

That wasn’t going to stop her.

Silence filled the space between them for a moment, broken only by a mewl from Gatsby. It was always like this between them and, at first, Cora had taken offense to it- they were both missing family, they were both wronged by the capital and the president himself, but soon she learned that this was just the way Rhyder was. This was how he dealt with things. She supposed she might have become the same if she had gone through everything that he had.

“I do” She replied, and she excused herself to his kitchen, busying herself making tea, all the while her mind was occupied with things that her parents could be doing right now. Were they held prisoner, in a cell? Or were they given a place to live, the freedom to make tea as she was right now, all while under strict supervision.

“But we are all supervised.” She reminded herself. “They wouldn’t have taken them if they were planning to let them live their lives so freely.”

She returned to the living room, setting the tray down on a table beside the old brown couch. She perched herself on the edge of one of the chairs, much like a bird preparing to take flight. “There has to be something we can do.” She was feeling helpless. Yes, she went out on deliveries to gather information, but information was getting harder and harder to come by. She could feel her hope slipping away.