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[saywerjggr]

"Sigo sin entender qué le ve la gente a los reality shows, ¿de verdad no tienen nada mejor que hacer más que ver a celebridades gritarse e inmediatamente coger?" gruñe, lleva ya un par de copas encima, lo suficiente para que su de por si casi inexistente filtro se deshaga por completo. "Y no es como si la mitad de la gente de aquí fuera tan interesante, digo, como tres de ellas solo son bonitas y ya; ese no es un talento."

[dorianbrndi]

“Oh, no, no, lo tienes mal: ella es Dorian” apunta con el mentón hacia su hermana “y yo soy Catherine”, miente “es un error común.”

[tri-care]

plotted starter for @sympatheticdominance

~ Running a hand though his hair, Langdon tried to IGNORE the clammy damp clinging to his brow, clutching the file in his hand like it somehow offered an anchor. He'd figured at first it was just something he ate last night catching up with him. Pain in his stomach, unable to keep anything down. Wouldn't have been the first time poor diet choices had made him REGRET it the day after. Med school had been a ride for his stomach.

Even the nauseous trips to the bathroom he'd taken today, though more frequent then they should have been, would fit that. Then the loss of appetite had happened. DANA had offered him a sandwich earlier and sure, he had maybe waved it off a little too FORCEFULLY...but that was normal, he hadn't been hungry.

And well, if he had been more avoidantly quiet today, that was his business. Should outright please some.

But then the pain had gotten WORSE three hours into his shift. Skin feeling like it was overheating. The medical side of his brain muttering the word FEVER into the forefront like a betrayal....something Frank instantly crushed under his heel. Taking a steadying breath as the pain in his abdomen made heat flush over him. Hand running through his hair again. Suck it up, Frank. Just a few more hours, you can do this.

Turning a corner with a little more aggression than he'd meant, he hadn't seen Emma coming until she'd barreled into him. Clipping his shoulder and KNOCKING the file clean from his hand. The sudden jerking motion sending pain firing through him so intensely he nearly doubled over. A curl coming to his lips instead. Looking down at the scattered file with an open armed i r a t e gesture, SNARLING on the young nurse. Anger flashing as pain lanced across his side. ' Hey, 'the hell are you doing?? This is a damned hospital and unless someone is coding you have no reason to be sprinting around like a fucking idiot. Try conducting yourself with just a TAD bit more professionalism. This isn't a fucking SCHOOLYARD. '~

[lil-kissy]

Kisara stares wide-eyed having never seen one so beautiful, so different before.

Not unlike her.

@amaterasu-cmikami

[inkyorbs]

The atmosphere surrounding the current games carried a lighter weight compared to the previous ones, with the Capitol seemingly overlooking the carnage of the past in their anticipation for the unfolding spectacle. The citizens buzzed with excitement at the prospect of witnessing the demise of young tributes from the districts, a spectacle that disgusted her deeply, prompting her retreat from previous friends to seek solace in her own company.

So much had transformed in her life since the last games, primarily her worldview. Everything felt different, her existence veering toward a path she couldn't entirely comprehend. She harbored a fervent desire to enact change on a grand scale, yet lacked the insight into how to achieve it.

Thus, with dark circles beneath her eyes, she found herself seated in the tower's café, her schoolwork sprawled across a table meant for four, two coffee mugs perched on its edges. As she raised her hand to flag down an employee for another order, she sensed a gaze upon her, penetrating her with discomfort. "Can I helpyou?" she inquired, her dark eyes flicking upward to meet the scrutiny of the individual before her.

[yeosang-ia]

caramel apples — yeosang & hemlock

[jiwoo-ia]

volume up | jiwoo & merry