BROKEN GLASS AND HALLELUJAHS.

independent multimuse rp, written by avery, previously starsdrawn. please read and understand rules before interacting. rebooted 10/19/17.

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                   ❛  peter! wait!  ❜   the girl pushes her way through the crowded hallways, attempting to catch up with her friend. wendla has always been a very trusting person, with absolutely no suspicions about her friend’s sudden absence earlier in the day.   ❛  — i got your notes for english! why weren’t you in class? you missed alot, we finished macbeth!  ❜

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“ uh-- just...stuff. ” TRUTH BE TOLD, grateful as he was to her, macbeth was the last thing on his mind. he’d missed class because he’d overslept, and he’d overslept because he’d been out LATE, busting up a robbery a few blocks from the apartment. not that he could tell her that, though. “ guess i learned a lesson about sleeping too late. ” attempt at a laugh, to dispel any awkwardness. “ thanks, though, wendla, really. ”

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it’s sunday and he made a promise so he’s keeping it, knocking on their door with a bag across his back and a small attempt at a good mood on his face. it’s sunday and those are days he spends in the woods, always in the woods, and he’s been doing it with a partner for years so he’s not really sure how to do it alone anymore. it’s sunday and when the young girl answer the door gale grins, it’s fake and flaky but he’s trying. “come on, i’ve got things to show you.”

KATNISS BEING GONE was just something she’d had to get used to. it hadn’t been so bad ( yet ), but that would probably change when the games actually started. for now -- things were QUIET, and she’d opened the door expecting mr. mellark with a food delivery, but this was just as welcome. “ -- like what? ” it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, just -- if it involved leaving, she’d rather NOT. “ not HUNTING, is it? ”

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Reading Times, Pennsylvania, March 26, 1928

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THEY SIT ON THE EDGE OF SHANTYTOWN. ——— Booker is perched on a withered stoop, tending to the leaking WOUND in his hand. He tightens the blue-tinted cloth Elizabeth has GIVEN him, one end in his teeth, the other pulling with UNINJURED fingers.

When he’s finished, he SIGHS, running a hand down his face. ❝ This ain’t gonna be easy, y'know, ❞ he breathes, sitting BACK against the wall behind him. ❝ There’s gonna be an ARMY behind those walls, and I’m gonna need you to give me ALL you’ve got. You understand? ❞

He asks this, knowing how HEAVY their burden has become. He FISHES a bottle of salts out of his pocket, drinking the jewel-toned LIQUID down. The taste is something he’s still getting USED to, but as lightning DANCES from one fingertip to the OTHER ——— Shock Jockey is POWERED up.

He’s READY.

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THERE WAS SOMETHING BITTERSWEET ABOUT IT ALL – this was the only home she’d ever known, but even she knew that appearances could be deceiving, and columbia’s certainly WAS. still, for all the smoke and mirrors, the threats–and his injury–were still very real, hence her own hesitation.

“ perfectly. ” arms were folded, gaze held sharp on his wound – that would, she was almost certain of, need more treatment than just a piece of FABRIC. 

“ though i DO still think you should get that looked at properly. ”

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that wasn’t cut it’s canon i don’t fear god or l/ucasfilm

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Deleted Scene: Rose Bites The Hand That Taunts Her

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#she’s always the one reaching for him

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@starsmarked     (    elizabeth  !    )     »     the  girl  is  the  flame  .

she  doesn’t  mean  to  stare    ––    really  ,    she  doesn’t  !    ––    she  knows  how  uncomfortable  it  can  be  ,    how  the  unwanted  attention  can  get  under  a  person’s  skin  .    but  she  does  it  without  meaning to  sometimes  ,    when  someone  interesting  has  caught  her  eye  :    accustomed  is  she  to  sitting  up  in  her  tower  ,    gazing  down  at  the  people  passing  by    (    far  enough  away  so  that  they  don’t  quite  realise  she’s  watching    )    that  it  doesn’t  dawn  on  her  until  observant  eyes  meet  her  own  ,    and  she  quickly  drops  her  gaze  ,    heat  suddenly  spreading  to  her  face  in  embarrassment  .

❛        SORRY  ,    I’M  ,    UH    .  .  .    SORRY  .        ❜

THERE WAS SOMETHING...familiar. not about her, per say, but the sensation of a wild spirit, of something -- someone yearning for freedom, much like elizabeth herself had. “ it -- it’s fine, really. ” no harm done, and this WASN’T columbia, so apprehension was nearly non-existent. still -- regardless of location, and regardless of intent, she couldn’t help her own CURIOSITY. she’d never had a friend before, but she could h o p e. “ i’m that interesting, am i? ”

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        she  giggles,  continuing  to  hold  the  fork  out  to  him,  despite  him  trying  to  wrestle  it  away  from  her.  julia’s  signature  pout  slowly  begins  to  form  on  her  lips  at  his  stubbornness. ❝  c’mon,  try  it!  i  promise  you’re  gonna  like  it.  ❞ 

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HE COULDN’T SAY NO TO HER, that much was certain. couldn’t say no to the pout either -- which meant there went his resolve. “ well, never did take you for a liar, now did i? ”

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    There’s a pause wherein Bel notices the paper the other is holding. It’s early. She hasn’t had a chance to read it yet. Naturally, she has to ask, ‘ Could I take a look at this? ’

 SHE’D COME HOME to visit her mother, and michael’s children -- nothing more than that. the headlines, however, were more than enough to catch her attention -- such was the world after war. “ of course. ” paper was handed over to the other woman, with peggy offering a half-smile. “ quite interesting, really -- i thought so, at least. ”