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District seven, reaping day... his father had given him his best suit on his first reaping day, it was overly big, ragged but smart... but that had been 6 years ago, since then so many things had happened. His father was brutally murdered by peacekeepers on orders of the Capitol because he had been sneaking medicine into their district for the ill. David McCoy had taught Leonard everything he needed to know about medicine and how to help people. His fathers words rang in his rs every questioned his life. “You were put on this earth to do good Leonard, help anyone and show them that killing isn’t the only way in this world...” The suit fitted like a glove now, adjusting the collar slightly, his throat tight, nervous energy filling him as he bit the inside of his lip. Sure, there wasn’t much to live for anymore, but his mother... what would she do without him? His name was in that bowl so many times he’d lost count... hands shaking he hugged her, reminding her that this was his last year, that he on;y had to go through this one more time and then he would be too old to be entered into the Hunger Games. Somehow, that made him all the more nervous... Standing among all the others his age, the looks on their faces knowing that once the one person had been picked they were free to live - perhaps not comfortably, but they were allowed to live. Eyes moving to the younger people in the crowds. The 12 years olds, those poor children who would have to face the hunger games... have to enter that arena knowing that they were most likely done for... the ceremony started, the words ringing in his ears, the capitol man who greeted them with smiles and adoration. At first he had hated him, but over the years, he’d realised that this - this was a job that no decent human could do... As usual, the girls went first. A seventeen year old. Chapel her name was. Leonard had helped her mother a couple of years ago. Her tears making him regretful that he wasn’t able to volunteer for her. But he could only volunteer for the boys. His attention was moved to the stage as the name was plucked from the boys bowl, his throat tight as it was unfolded. “Pavel Chelkov” the voice said, there was a sudden relief that filled him, and then utter hatred. Chekov’s family had been in such ruin, their father and mother dying, their eldest sister having to step up to be the mother figure, and now, the youngest boy was going to be taken by the Hunger Games... he couldn’t allow that... in the moments that past. he saw the peacekeepers grabbing for the young screaming child, his eldest sister breaking ranks and fighting to get to him only to be held back by other peace keepers. His eyes found his mother, who had obviously read his thoughts and she nodded, tears in her eyes. He stepped out of rank , swallowing hard. “I volunteer as tribute.” The next thing he knew he was facing out from the stage, Chapel eyeing him strangely as the Capitol man made the people of his district clap for them. His eyes found the Chekov’s. All were crying and hugging Pavel, the eldest sister nodding a thanks to him as she scurried away with her family. He knew he had done the right thing... but now -- now he had to do something he wouldn’t like -- maybe there was a way... to not kill in the arena.... The train ride wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He actually managed to laugh with Chapel for a while before they pulled into the Capitol, screaming and adoring fans in their ugly get up, screaming and waving to the tributes as they got out of their trains and were piled into some sort of car that took them to the tribute center. The next day came sooner than Leonard thought, the parade wasn’t something he was looking forward too -- but it was the first time he would see every other tribute.. perhaps this was a good thing, they wouldn’t actually be able to talk, but it would let him see them at least... his damn stylist had no idea what he was doing, dressing him in a simple plaid shirt and thick denim trousers, axe in hand as he and chapel were sent away looking like morons on their chariot... it seemed like forever till it was over... greeted by his mentor and the capitol escort he caught sight of a blond across the room. Intrigued by his outfit, it was almost as ridiculous as his.

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no. 89 :)

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89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week) Oooh okay. Outer Space, Scotland, England, Ireland, Canada, America, Germany, Netherlands, Norway and Rome.

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♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

I’ve had one of my blogs stalked by somebody who was terrorizing a fandom I was in. They said everything was an attack against them, even though they were being racist and sexist. They told lies and made several people feel so uncomfortable that they left the fandom.

My roommate was dealing with the same psycho, and had a blog activity tracker that I also got. It was super creepy to watch them on my blog every couple of minutes.

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☮ ━ What do you do to try and get the muse to roleplay a character?

Usually I try to act out what I think the character would do -- I’m all for Improv and I’m doing a degree in performing arts at the moment so I find it really helps me to really become the character. Trying to pick out everything I know about them - researching things I don’t know -- music helps me too - so if I’m stuck I try and think like if this scene was in a movie what kind of music would go over it and then put that on - it helps me to write when I get stuck.. with Bones it kinda comes quite easily though as I’ve watched Star Trek since I was about 6 and Bones was always my favourite character - I think I essentially became him - ahah...

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“—- Entschuldige, aber haben Sie ein Mädchen und dessen Vater gesehen? Meine Tochter hat ihn besucht und er sagte, dass wir hier um Viertel nach neun treffen würden. Es ist jetzt zehn Uhr und ich kann sie nicht finden.”

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Jim:

“I’m sorry - I didn’t know.” Wow, now the blonde felt bad. If Jim had known that the sweater had belonged to Bones’ father, well he never would have touched it. It still would be hanging off a battered hanger, safe and sound from the world to see. Without any drool for God’s sake. He felt deeply ashamed. His intentions of washing the sweater were gone with the wind. It was clear that Bones was attached to that piece of clothing and throwing it down the hamper felt a little cruel to him. “I will…”, Jim answered in a small voice while he was unable to meet the other’s eyes. Shame was colouring his cheeks while they felt like burning up. With gentle hands he laid down the sweater on his bed, carefully smoothened the material with the tips of his fingers. He was damned if he accidentally drooled on it again. “I promise.”

“I could give Scotty hell if that’s what you want”, he half-hearted offered. Not that he really would. There were probably just far more important things that needed to be fixed first. ‘Aircon went crazy’ was just a small issue compared to overheating engines. Or God forbid - a warp core malfunction. For a moment Jim thought about offering to have a look at the air controls but he was afraid he would mess them up much more than fixing them. “Well, today is your lucky day.” At least the shame in his voice ebbed away. “I have a spare couch.” Couch was actually a far too nice description for the small piece of furniture which wasn’t really made for a grown man to sleep on. “”I mean you can bunk with some ensigns…” For a moment his voice trailed off and the blonde shrugged. “But I’m kinda afraid that this wouldn’t be a pleasingexperience for all parties.” The imagination of Bones bitching about the clusterfuck in one of the small quarters some of the ‘fresh dropped out of Acdemy’ ensigns shared and the fear in said ensigns eyes - well that made him chuckle.

“Scotty has got his hands full right now, he said he’ll probably have it fixed tomorrow.” Leonard said while rifling through Jim’s closet, already having tried that tactic with engineering. Leonard grabbed one of Jim’s sweaters, immediately pulling the warm fabric over his body — the sweater was tight on his shoulders and chest, where he was broader than Jim, but it would do. He wasn’t kidding when he said he could see his breath in his room — it was a god awful zero degrees in his room. Leonard turned back to Jim, unconsciously pulling at the hem of the sweater, trying to make it feel a little less snug. At the mention of Jim’s couch, he eyed the furniture warily, certain his 185cm frame wouldn’t be able to rest easy on the tiny couch. He definitely wasn’t going to bunk with any of the ensigns and glared at Jim for even mentioning the idea.

“I am not bunking with the ensigns,” Leonard nearly growled, before his demeanor turned to hesitation. “But there’s no way I’ll fit on that tiny couch, Jim. I’ll take the floor, if you’re offering.”

Leonard shrugged. He’d be able to survive one night on the floor - it beat having hypothermia or having four ensigns breathe down his neck. Before, he had been contemplating sleeping at his desk in his office - which he has already done on more than one occasion (and gave him a horrific kink in his neck whenever he did), so honestly Jim’s floor was a step up from all of the above.

#(( imagine bones snoring at his desk in med bay tho lmao ))#(( no one dares wake him up because they know not to poke a sleeping bear ))#(( hoW DARE JIM OFFER HIM TO SLEEP WITH THE ENSIGNS?? RUDE ))#starfleetcxptain #v: ad solem ad lunam #(( look you have your own verse now ))