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[thatboomerangguy]

He's covering Bommerang's ears so he doesn't hear Zuko say he's not important.

[uplus003f]

THE COVER OF DARKNESS is for the likes of the clown man and his posse - idiots, who think to terrorize is to inject the world with sorry gimmicks and cheap violence. It's drab. Lowly, as far as the enigma cares to define. He better becomes the glamour of spotlights and the very gentle tickle it gives him to know he can be in purples as he can in greens. ( A perfectly measured variable. )

@dngerclose finds himself in broad daylight. The broadest in Gotham, in fact, at the very tip of Sandy Hook. It's a pleasant gift he leaves him, under muted sun and sorry excuse for sand he poured on boat. A sand castle, intricate in the way it stands amongst a hoard of childish wannabes who dream of castles but can only conceive of mounds and piles of nondescript nothings.

On it, etched a single word. Shuri*. Sweet and simple. Almost a freebie, though perhaps that's as much of a clue as the word itself.

* Okinawa, Japan. Burned to the ground.

It's saying come, come along, now, former boy wonder, current wreckage. Come out and play. The timer ticks behind your ears though you do not know it yet.

"My kindest greeting yet, don't you think?" Edward muses in earshot of Echo, legs crossed as finger taps the wire she hands. She says this should be good. He hopes to agree.

[hijckcd]

– @dngerclose ( cato ) liked for a starter

❛   you’re leaving your left side open.   ❜      she speaks with no note of emotion , eyes as blank as that of her words ,  as she watches the male pairing of the latest district two tributes sparing before her.      why precisely president snow had told her to take upon the mentoring role this year still remained unbeknownst to the brunette , but it was not   (   nor ever was,   )   her place to question him.      ❛   too easy for another to catch you off guard and take you down.   ❜

[angerworn]

------@dngerclose: " perhaps we ought to let bygones be bygones. until i'm confident that you're not going to die on my sofa, that is. " (here.)

------SHE WAS USED to forging temporary truces in the name of surviving . perhaps her brother would scold her that it wasn't the right way , but all that was left of alex sanders was the little biting voice at the back of her head and morgan hardly counted that as reality . still , her options were severely limited when she was actively bleeding out and if someone was offering her a place to patch up she wouldn't turn her nose up at it .

if that meant they might be enemies in the morning , so be it .

" i can promise i'm not going to die on your sofa . " she lifted the tattered hem of her shirt enough to inspect the gash in her side and winced for the sharp burn it caused . fabric peeled from drying blood , just - enough that it stuck to the frayed edges of the wound and pulled them anew ... any scabbing that had begun undone in the smooth motion . she hissed her frustration and lifted her gaze to vlad's eyes , wet her lips with her tongue , and huffed . " you wouldn't happen to have a needle and thread lying around , would you ? or like ... superglue ? "

[godstrayed]

hit the ♡ for a starter.

He's splattered with his own blood. Under normal circumstances, it would definitely be reason for concern. But Nicky isn't like other's. The bullet unlodges itself from the quickly healing wound and drops to the ground with a clatter. The skin that had been open and marred only seconds earlier now completely pristine, only remnants of the wound the drying blood. His eyes flicker up, half-sheepish and half surprised; towards the unknown person near him. "I'd explain but it's probably best we get out of here." / @dngerclose

[headstrongblake]

stop saying that, you’re not going to die. i won’t let you. / huck & octavia THG / @dngerclose​ / a meme somewhere.

i’m going to die. i’m going to die. i’m dead already. he wants her to stop saying it, to believe him instead but. octavia had believed that winning the games meant the only torment she’d endure was having to prepare children, again and again to fight. to become useful in the capitol. never, ever did she imagine that meant all victors would be tossed back into the fish bowl, their names ready to be drawn. she believed she was safe, as much as she could be as a victor. and now? now they want them all to fight...again. 

feet no longer pace as they once would have, now she stands as a statue, hardened features watching him.  “  forgive me if i don’t believe there’s anything you can do about this. your name is going to be in there, just like mine. ”  the entire thought makes her feel a little weak at the knees. never had she wanted to step back in the arena. the bloodlust she feels is easier to tap into but some days, like now, it feels like she’s sixteen again stepping into the arena for the first time. 

“ huck, we’re all going to die. ” she says with a realization, the capitol controls their lives and now, they’re merely puppets in their violent game once again. this time, sent to murder each other. victor against victor. “ they don’t want us to survive. ”

[headstrongblake]

@dngerclose​ asked ;  ❝  well,  i didn’t think you knew how to be selfless.  ❞ / edison + hg / ask clear out

    “ if the moment requires it. ”  there were few people in this entire world that octavia blake was selfless for, currently the only two were huck & bellamy. her kids each year deserved her best foot forward as their mentor, so perhaps she was selfless for them too. wasn’t that why it’d been easier to numb it all out because she cared too damn much about what happened to these people around here? the kids trusted in her care. her brother. the children she’d slaughtered in a game he helped create. but it’s different now. has to be in the capitol. so she’s selfless, sort of. had learned to be growing into her role here in the capitol with huck’s help of course. eyes work their way down him then up before she settles on his gaze. she’s calmer now. more calculated, less brash since her games. “ seems you’re watching one too many games, gamemaker. ” octavia steps forward then, keeping a sharp eye on him as she encroached his space. “ you might have watched me through a screen like everybody else, but you don’t know me. ” 

[chiimaera]

“ brother, be reasonable— ” the warrior flashed a shameless smile as he almost tripped over his own feet backing away from the other man. his shirt and boots were still in his hands. “ —how was i to know she was married to your general? also have you seen him, with the eye? ” 

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