#consideredesirable

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priyarindell:

Priya had decided to open her bookstore up late today. She had had a rough night and new that she needed a few hours to pull herself together. Which is how she ended up walking along the beach. It was her favorite place to relax and collect her thoughts. At least it had been until now.

She had just reached the caves located on the coast, when she saw something. A flicker of red that was near the cave’s entrance. She hadn’t thought anything of it, so she kept walking closer. When she saw a pair of feet sticking out the cave, she realized the red she had seen was blood.

Pryia had run towards them, thinking that someone was hurt and needed help As she reached the cave she saw that it wasn’t one person but two and it was far too late to help them. Taylor Williams laying on the ground, dead. His head was bashed and bloodied. Next to him, lay Finnick Odair, his blood having flown from the wounds in his back. She felt tears beginning to stream down her face and her body start to shake. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. With her unsteady hands she dialed 911.

“911. What is your emergency?”

“T-Their d-dead. Finnick O-Odair. T-T-Taylor Williams. God…T-They’re d-dead.”

“Where are you?”

“A-at the c-caves…on the b-beach, by the p-pier…I-I was walking and saw s-someone one the g-ground. I t-thought they needed h-help… T-They were a-already dead.” Her tears coming even harder.

“Okay, I need you to tell me your name.”

“Pryia R-Rindell.”

“Alright, Priya. An officer is on their way.”

“Th-Thank you.”

Priya dropped her phone, unable to hold it anymore, before collapsing to ground.

Modnote;

The police will inform everyone at the Candlewick of the deaths. They are confirmed as a double homicide, with the murder suspect still unknown and at large. This takes place at 10:30am on Day 3.

[onebyoneverse]

taylor williams.

Taylor rose with the sun and made his way down to the docks early in the day. He'd been asked to lend a hand for the day, before the wedding procession took up more of his time. Oh the woes of holy matrimony. He caught sight of Finnick as he approached the docks, the beach otherwise deserted at this hour. "Mornin'," he greeted once the other man was within earshot. "Need a hand?"

                                                                       finnick odair.

                                    Finnick looked up as Taylor's voice reached his ears, un-                                                                       tangling one hand from the mess of rope he was working                                     with to raise it in greeting. "Yeah, that'd be great," he an-                                     swered, going back to coiling the mess of cord neatly. "You                                     wanna find the other end of this?"

taylor williams.

Taylor nodded in acknowledgement of the wave and the question, approaching Finnick and his piles of rope. "No problem," he chuckled, his own hands soon tangled up in rope. "Though, there's a pretty good chance this is going to result in nothing but a knot."

                                                                        finnick odair.

                                       A shrug, his attention on the ropes. "Well, that's what it is                                       anyway, so I don't see how you can make it wor-" He fell                                       silent, his head snapping up, expression intent. "Did you                                       hear that?"

taylor williams.

Taylor had heard it too, and nodded slowly, rising from his crouch, tilting his head and listening intently. It came again, a voice, calling for help. "I think it's coming from the caves," he answered, keeping his voice measured and quiet.

                                                                             finnick odair.

                                      Finnick stood, straining his ears to hear more. "That's - that's                                      someone..." The words became more distinct the longer he                                      listened, and his gaze filled with alarm. “Calling for help." He                                      was already in a sprint, waving at Taylor to follow, completely                                      ignoring the work they had been doing. "Come on!"

taylor williams.

Taylor was about to cut him off, seeing the shout forming, but he was already off sprinting, completely blowing any chance they might have had at being subtle. If someone was being att- acked, the chances of them sneaking up had been reduced significantly. He swore under his breath and took off after him, towards the source of the sound.

                                                                          finnick odair.

                                       Finnick was oblivious to Taylor's efforts, tearing down the                                       docks and towards the source of the distress. He couldn't                                       pinpoint who the voice belonged to with the wind in his ears                                       like that, but he didn't care. He didn't know what had happ-                                      ened to them. He slowed when he reached the caves, look-                                      ing about quickly. "Hello? Hey, is someone here?!"

taylor williams.

Taylor grumbled to himself, then spoke up, his eyes widening as he thought he saw a figure in the cave. "Finnick!" he shouted, man- euvering through the rocks as best he could, trying to catch up with him, though the wind and the caves around them swept his voice away. He finally caught up, just past the mouth of the cave, and he opened his mouth to call out again, but was cut off with a harsh crack to the back of his head, the words catching in his throat with a sharp gurgle. The man's legs gave out, and he crumpled to the ground.

                                                                             finnick odair.

                                      Finnick continued to search, unaware of what had happened                                       to his companion, worried for whoever he had heard before.                                      "Hey, hello? Is anyone here?" He let his words ring through                                      the seaside caverns before he finally turned to find his friend.                                      "Tay, I - Taylor!" His words were panicked as he rushed back                                      to find the man lying on the ground, blood pouring from the                                     back of his skull. Finnick dropped to his knees beside him,                                     his stomach twisting as he saw the harsh indentation in the                                     back of his head. Was he even alive?! "Tay - Taylor, oh fuck,                                     Taylor--" Shaky hands reached out to touch him, panic                                     closing off his throat, making it hard to breathe. "Taylor, look,                                     we can - stay with me, man!"

                                    He felt his breath leave his body before he felt anything else.                                     And then it slammed into him like a bulldozer. The pain as a                                     blade entered his back, the twist ...he fell forward, face down,                                     with no chance to see his assailant, the pain too great to                                     move. " Help ..." The word came out as a wheeze, too quiet                                     to be heard by any but him. He could feel Taylor's arm                                     pressing into his side - unmoving.

                                    It wasn't long before his world went black.

Modnote;

DO NOT REACT TO THIS DEATH YET. The bodies have not yet been found. This kill happened at dawn, but refrain from letting your muses react until the drabble has been posted discovering the bodies.

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consideredesirable

Annie hated trains. She didn’t want to stare out the window and watch her surroundings pass by, she’d already been taken from her home. She’d seen it for what would very likely be the last time. Her stomach was nothing but nerves, and she feared that the second she thought about what this situation actually meant she would break down.

Normally there would be volunteers, but with the storms this past year no one had time to prepare. And so, when her name came out of the reaping bowl there was no one to save her. The train shook and rattled, and she stood u, bracing herself against a wall.

She walked into the main compartment, meeting the eyes of her mentor. Finnick Odair, Annie’d seen him around a few times before his games, but after them was when no one could stop talking about him.

“You’re Finnick right? I guess you’re my mentor,” Her voice was quiet, and she offered a small smile that quickly faded away. She was too afraid to pretend to smile.

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I had Catching Fire playing and I was p much ignoring it until Finnick came on but then Ceasar came onscreen and as I watched him, I was struck by how INCREDIBLE your portrayal is. You've captured his voice and his laugh and his mannerisms so well and I just want to thank you for sharing that with us.

c  AP TURING HIS S VOICE I JUST ;_______; THIS IS SO NICE OF YOU OKAY??? IT’S THE BEST COMPLIMENT EVER ( yes yes the tumblr post omfg ) but really, i am so happy and excited that we can roleplay and that we roleplay this fantastic idea. you are so wonderful && i am just glad that we try this idea out

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consideredesirable

                                       ((  &&  Finnick  Odair  ))  

“I get the whole ‘I live by the water so pants aren’t appropriate’ thing  But I think I speak for every body here.  Some pants, Finnick?”  

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consideredesirable

Noah hated this time of the year. The annual Hunger Games were just over, countless families had lost their relatives, and Noah felt painfully reminded of the loss of his brother two years ago. It was barbaric, to say the least, and it were times like this that he wondered if manifesting in a human form had really been a blessing rather than a curse. 

And now Finnick. Of all people it had been Finnick who had been reaped, and no matter how much Noah believed in him, deep down he had tried to prepare himself to loose the boy just like he had lost his brother to the games.

But no, Finnick had surprised them all, and of course Noah had been by his side as much as possible. During the games, however, he had been helpless, forced to watch his friend fight for his life over and over and over again.

It was a couple of nights after he had won, and Noah found himself in front of Finnick’s door. For a moment he hesitated, but finally raised his hand and knocked once, twice, a third time. 

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ღ *whispers* with l u c c a

Send the thing, get the thingStatus: Accepting

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:Both of them generally struggle to sleep, so it depends. I think they take care of each other a lot during the night, so it’s a matter of who gets some sleep and who doesn’t. If both of them sleep, Noah might wake up first.

Who’s the one to make breakfast:They do it together.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:Noah

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:Noah, though I’m not sure they’re into quickies.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:None of them.

Who chooses the movies:Both.

Who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:Noah, mostly.

Who orders lunch:They cook.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:Lucca.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:Lucca.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:Lucca

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:Lucca

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:Noah

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:Noah

Who cooks dinner:Both

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:Both

Who stays up until 2 reading:Noah

Who stares at their partner while they are sleeping:Lucca, but not in the creepy way

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:Noah would definitely do that. Though they are mostly just completely entangled, so no one really knows where anyone’s lips are, anyway.