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Task 007: Would You Rather?

1. Would you rather be able to see your future or be able to change one moment in your past?

Change one moment in my past. There are a lot of things I wish I’d done as a kid.

2. You’re in a train heading for two paths. One hosts three workers. The other is only inhabited by one civilian. The train will surely kill anyone it hits. Which path do you choose?

The civilian, because what the hell are they doing just chilling on a train track? The workers are doing their jobs, but the civilian? Nope. If they’re going to ignore all the signs telling them to stay off the track, then whatever happens is their own fault.

3. Would you rather burn to death or drown?

Burn out, like a star.

4. Would you rather be deaf in a world without color? Or blind in a world without music?

Deaf in a world without colour. It would make designs difficult, sure, but if the whole world is colourless then no-one’s going to know if I’m mixing pinks with greens or something.

5. A gun is held to your head while your loved ones watch. The assailant can either shoot you and leave your family be or shoot them all and leave you alone. What is your choice?

........... Pass. I’ll take a dare. But do not even joke about pointing a gun at me or my family.

6. Would you rather have to skydive from a great distance or scuba dive to the surface from the ocean floor?

Skydive, baby.

7. Would you rather find your one true love or find the one profession you would easily excel at?

True love is a myth, and I’ve already found my dream profession. So ha ha, this question doesn’t work.

8. Would you rather be able to lie and have everyone believe you? Or be able to read minds?

Lie and have everyone believe me.

9. Chocolate cake with vanilla frosting or vanilla cake with chocolate frosting?

Chocolate cake, vanilla frosting, a tint of red food colouring so that its pink.

10. Would you rather die a memorable death in the arena or become a victor that nobody likes?

The first is more realistic, let’s be honest.

#hc #ruleandtask

winniesycamore‌:

Winnie found herself in the training centre, standing next to a table loaded in various plants and books detailing their edibility, locations, and warnings. She knew she needed to be with the weapons. Berries were likely not going to save her life. But she was too afraid to pick one up, too scared to take on the challenge of weaponry so quickly in the day.

Humming a little to find her pitch, Winnie sang a little to herself as she examined the differences between the berries in front of her. “Nightlock berries are smooth on the bottom, blueberries are safe to eat and… aren’t…” Winnie shook her head, the lyrics trailing off as she was stumped. Writing songs didn’t come easy, she’d never written on the fly like this. But it was the only way she was going to memorize any of this.

“This is probably useless to learn, berries won’t help when you’re stabbed in the… “ she shook her head as she examined a pointy-leafed plant, seeking out the right word. “Stern…um… oh, hell. That doesn’t rhyme.” She picked up one of the books, oblivious to the person who had overheard her song.

“Ooh, are we singing?” Proserpina asked, coming over to the edibility station. She had no business being in the training centre now that the tributes were all in there honing their abilities, but sometimes she needed to take a little break from her needlework before she destroyed her entire studio again.

“Nightlock berries are smooth on the bottom, but if you eat them then they taste really rotten,” she sang. “I mean, I presume they taste rotten. I haven’t really tried them. Obviously.” She cocked her head to one side as her eyes skimmed over the page of the book that the girl had open. “Blueberries have cute little bumps, and they’re totally okay to snack on for lunch.” She winced slightly. “I’m sorry, I’ve never really tried song-writing before. I normally just go with stuff people have already written.”

#c #c; winnie #121

cypricn‌:

“Pros, darling, it’s never too early for puns.” Cyprian smiled, greeting Proserpina happily. He missed the girl since he changed Districts, and was thrilled to see her once again. “Fencing? I’m not familiar,” he admitted. “But I guess these are a little more ‘murder-y’, to adopt your terms.”

He watched Pros pick up the sword, surprised at how natural she looked holding one. “I don’t think swordfighting, in a Games sense, has any rules, other than don’t die. You know more about swords than I’d expect a stylist to. Once again, you never fail to surprise me.” He smiled a little, waving her onto the mats. “Want to give it a shot?”

“I had an expensive education,” she explained in an off-hand way. Once she’d gotten a feel for the weight of the sword, she tossed it into one hand and looked down, giving her attire a quick once-over. “This sweater is cashmere, be gentle,” she warned, kicking off her heels and stepping onto the mat.

Lifting the sword vertically before her face in a typical fencing salute before moving it down to her side in one swift, delicate motion, she smiled encouragingly. “Okay, now what?” she asked excitedly.

#c #c; cyprian #121

victoria-pedretti

Lily James attending the Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again premiere in London, England | July 16, 2018

#fc #inspo #q #I want to get married in this dress #in fact #i want to go grocery shopping in this dress #bury me in it #i love it so much

mikaeled

Lily James for British GQ

#im crying this is so cute??#fc #inspo #q

cypricn:

Cyprian had a lot to live up to.

The demotion meant that he needed to step things up to make sure that he was good enough to stick around. And although Kelvin seemed to be okay now, he still worried that if he left the Tower, things would get worse. He had so many reasons he had to work hard to stay, and so he found himself in the training room bright and early on day one, ready to help Twelve’s tributes.

Except, Twelve’s tributes weren’t there. They were asleep, or off robbing someone, Cyprian didn’t know. So he decided to pick up a sword and do a little demonstration, in case anyone else wanted some help. He swung it a little, testing his grip. It was a little nicer than the training ones in the Academy, but almost too nice in the way that it knocked his body a little off kilter. Straightening up, he tested the sword again, greeting his audience of one with a bright smile. “Good morning! Or should I say, good sword-ing?” he smiled, letting it come to rest at his side.

Proserpina rolled her eyes. “Cyprian, love, it’s too early in the morning for puns.” She took a sip from her water bottle and let her eyes rake over the sword rack nearby. “I haven’t done fencing in years,” she remarked. It wasn’t a lesson her father had insisted upon her studying as a child, as it had no practical application in their daily lives. Her Uncle Claudius, however, heralded it as a great way of staying in shape. And if agreeing to learn fencing with her uncle meant getting to jab at her cousin with something sharp and pointy, the young Proserpina was definitely interested.

“These are more... murder-y, aren’t they? Than fencing swords, I mean.” She set her water down on a bench and went over to pick one up, testing the weight in her hands experimentally. “Are the rules the same?” she asked, looking up at him curiously.

#c #c; cyprian #121 #fully aware Cyprian probably has 0 idea about fencing #dw

charity-brush:

Charity’s hands fell away from her mouth as she spun to face the stylist, looking at the woman as if she held all the secrets of the world. “What are the fabrics you used?” she inquired immediately. “And how did you come up with the design?” Charity looked away from the woman for a few seconds to appreciate the dress again. “I want to make something like that one day, you know?”

Proserpina didn’t bother trying to hide her excitement. She didn’t get much opportunity to gush about fashion these days. Purposefully, she went up to the dress, turning to wave the girl over. “This,” she said, lifting the skirt from the floor slightly, “is silk taffeta. So is this,” she reached up to pat the torso of her mannequin affectionately. “The floral pattern is composed of foil fabric, stitched into the silk with a sewing machine. And this,” she gripped the mannequin’s waist gently in both hands, “is charmeuse.” Turning her head to look at her, Proserpina smiled warmly. “Any questions, pet?”

#c #c; charity #121

Task 003: Don’t You Want to Be Evil, Like Me?

#ruleandtask #jsyk guys that song is gonna be stuck in my head all day now

charity-brush:

@proserpink

Charity’s hands flew to her mouth to try to cover the almost embarrassingly loud gasp that escaped when she saw the dress that was awaiting her. “It’s beautiful…” she muttered, so enchanted that her eyes began to sting and a lump rose in her throat. An hour before she’d been throwing up in her bathroom, but now she was standing before her very own ball gown and all the fear and anxiety and nausea and uncertainty that had overwhelmed her at different intervals in the past couple days completely melted away. “It’s so, so beautiful.”

Proserpina liked Charity, she had decided. She didn’t quite have the spunk of her tributes for 120, but she could appreciate a good ballgown. And really, that was all a person needed to get into Proserpina’s good books; to like her designs. “It is rather lovely, isn’t it?” she agreed, glowing with pride. “It might be a bit difficult to walk in, but thankfully for the chariot ride your job’s mostly just standing still and looking pretty.” She turned and gave Charity a quick once-over. “You’ll be fine.”

#c #c; charity #121

Task 001: The Grand Heist

The one thing Proserpina wants most, in all the world, is her father's approval. They have a difficult relationship in that since her teen years she's always liked to push his buttons, see how far she can get and how much she can get away with. But when her Uncle Jules told her that he has a scrapbook dedicated to her career, full of magazine clippings and catwalk photos, she has never felt prouder of how far she's come.

Truth be told, Proserpina will never be able to gain her father's approval, but that's simply because she's had it all along.

#ruleandtask #hc

lilychloenjames-deactivated2018

Lily James + cider the dog

#fc #q #A DOG #AND LILY JAMES #TOGETHER #!!!!!!!!!

Charity Brush’s chariot outfit

@charity-brush

#ruleandtask #121 #designs

lilychloenjames-deactivated2018

Lily James + not giving a fuck

#i love #q #fc #inspo

nikola-bell:

Nikola smiled, deciding not to comment to the fact it was used to prevent a nervous habit of biting her nails. “I just like to keep my nails short. And torn cuticles hurt like a bitch.” She shrugged. She’d had more than one torn cuticle in her time.

Proserpina smiled, nodding in agreement. She held the vase between her thighs and opened the scissors out, squeezing them shut around it and pulling them away. She repeated the motion, eyes remaining on her hands as she spoke again; “Have you tried olive oil? You can get moisturisers especially for your cuticles, but I’ve yet to find anything better than good old fashioned olive oil.”