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like for a starter & pls specify verse / muse if needed!! i’ll probably message u for plots!!

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we could be rats.

dialogue prompts from we could be rats by emily r. austin.

that's the most insensitive thing you could have said.

i never say the right thing.

i wasn't the type of kid who wanted to be a teenager.

there were times i thought i hated you.

maybe if we'd met as adults, things would have been different.

i was the kind of kid who believed toys had hearts and souls.

nothing is ever purely good, is it? there's always a rotten piece.

i'm not depressed. i feel great.

i'm not the same person you knew.

did you feel like you knew me, the last couple of years?

i don't think i've ever been described as 'smart' before.

would it help to hear a joke?

why didn't the skeleton go to the party? because they had no body to go with.

am i getting too morbid?

i have you listed as my next of kin.

do you think i'm being insensitive and gruesome?

just bury me in a garbage bag.

i never really honed being well-mannered, did i?

i think i've accidentally made up white lies that were ruder than the truth.

creeps like us have to stay alive.

we haven't put a label on it.

i think your definition of 'creep' might be different than mine.

say i was abducted by aliens, or something.

are you mad at me? it's okay, if you are.

is my tone making you madder? i bet it is.

i don't plan to haunt you.

____ is like a comic book villain. like a caricature of a bad guy.

listen to people who have different experiences than you do.

you're being an asshole.

we're supposed to examine what's wrong, or it festers.

i used to think i could do anything.

what happened? are you hurt?

do i look normal to you?

the actual experience is never quite what's promised, is it?

it feels like i'm not the target audience for a lot of life.

tell people to fuck off more. take what you want. stir shit up.

everybody knows you.

i feel like i'm still a kid here.

i always cared about you.

everything will be fine. we'll find our way.

it didn't occur to me that not panicking was an option.

i feel sort of reborn.

it's hard to balance being both happy and considerate.

it's kinder to lie sometimes, right?

i'd rather be a pig than a cop. pigs are adorable.

being grown up feels like playing a board game with no instructions.

masks meld onto your face.

let's egg their car.

remember swinging, when you were a kid?

'to thine own self be true', or whatever.

people judge others by their own standards.

i don't remember how i got here.

i feel like i was cast as a character i'm not able to play.

i wouldn't want to live forever. would you?

i'm not sure there's a way to be alive without upsetting people.

inaction is an action.

dying is less scary than growing up.

is this actually happening? am i dreaming?

the trick to lying is to convince yourself.

i don't want you to feel sorry for me.

i feel like i don't know the things i'm supposed to. i feel like i'm pretending.

revolution is about creation, not destruction.

sometimes it's kinder to let people believe they're helping you, even when they're not.

i'd like to see where you grew up.

it sounds like a lot of people want to help you.

do you have people who want to help you?

did you egg my house?

there's no way the moon is a dude. she's got a soulful face. she's gorgeous.

we don't actually get much choice in life, do we?

i think i'm gay.

thinking about _____ sort of knocks the wind out of me.

if i hadn't met you, i'd be a totally different person.

i know i'm unbearable, but what else can i be?

i have a history of bad judgment.

what the hell did you just call me?

i'm not interested in small talk with people who offend or insult me.

i used to believe everyone was good.

i thought everyone felt that way.

did you hear it was on the news?

deep down, we're all who we were when we were kids.

being an adult is about re-finding who you were when you were eight years old.

i don't want to be someone who hurts people. i don't think i was meant to be that.

have you been outside today?

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the hand that was reaching for a mug & teabag pauses upon the other’s warning, nose wrinkling with clear disinterest given the information. yoojin glances at the one who spoke with a small smile. ‘ figures the day i try to branch out is the day it backfires. i’m more of a hot chocolate person, anyway. ’ she shrugs, shoving hands into pockets as she moves to sit across from the other. ‘ i know that tea sometimes tastes like grass, but how can it taste like lettuce? unless someone is that stupid enough to mix them up, there shouldn’t be a reason. ’

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maeve rarely makes more noise than needed, never feeling the urge to disturb the silence, to give her opinion unless it will aid. yet slender body shifts in char closest the door, curiously studying those around her as she sips lukewarm coffee. her attention always seems so entirely tied to world around her, as if she never quite slits in properly, a cautious little cat in corner of world. "I really wouldn't touch the tea." she warns softly, voice rarely really used as she glances back at other near welcome table. "the coffee is tolerable at best. the tea tastes like lettuce."

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‘ i’m fine. ’ smile is tight, muscles coiled like a spring at the other’s grasp despite her trying to help. yoojin gently takes a step back, eyes looking over to make sure the other tribute is okay. ‘ i should be the one asking you instead. ’ she takes the opportunity to shift the focus from herself. with tributes & gamemakers watching each other’s every move, less attention is better as of right now. she doesn’t want a target painted on her back this early. ‘ are you okay? ’

@hauntsnow.

the throwing knives station at the training center is still yoojin’s go to years later, mainly because it helps get her anger out. today, however, she decides to work on knot tying. the station is empty & she’s grateful for it. there are days where she prefers to be alone & this is one of them.

her callused fingers are quick to manipulate the rope, though it comes out more a tangled mess rather than a knot. frustration is quick to bubble up she wishes she had just gone to knife throwing instead. with a sigh, she turns to leave the station, only to bump into an older woman. ‘ oh, sorry! ’

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‘ if it wasn’t so against the rules to attack other tributes while in the training center, i’d say go ahead. ’ she picks up one of the knives on the ground to test its weight & balance. a part of her vaguely considers killing jinsu first thing in the arena so she won’t have to deal with him trailing after her, yet she pushes it to the back of her mind. she can decide what she wants to do later. her focus is on training & johanna at the moment.

she grabs a second knife & holds it out to the other woman. ‘ spar with me? ’ is she deliberately changing the subject to get away from talk of her ex? yes she is. but she also wants to get some training in before the day is up.

@70won.

anger & numbness have been yoojin’s primary feelings ever since the quarter quell was announced. her nightmares have gotten worse, reminders of the blood on her hands lingering long after she wakes up. the main thing that helps aside from her guitar is throwing herself into training for the games.

as soon as the doors to the training center open, she makes a beeline for knife throwing, purposefully ignoring her district partner calling her name. her eyes land on johanna & she practically jogs over. ‘ you don’t know how happy i am to see you this afternoon. ’

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a small list of yoojin’s mannerisms.

she often perches on the edges of whatever she sits on in case she needs to make a quick exit.

whenever she stands, she tends to stand in first position regardless of whether or not she’s practicing.

she bites her lip when nervous.

she often hums quietly to herself because she can’t stand silence.

her movements are almost always graceful & elegant.

the scar on her chest tingles due to nervousness which causes her to rub it.

her hands are callused because of her years of playing guitar.

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ballet shoes | by kassandrapointe

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@hauntsnow.

the throwing knives station at the training center is still yoojin’s go to years later, mainly because it helps get her anger out. today, however, she decides to work on knot tying. the station is empty & she’s grateful for it. there are days where she prefers to be alone & this is one of them.

her callused fingers are quick to manipulate the rope, though it comes out more a tangled mess rather than a knot. frustration is quick to bubble up she wishes she had just gone to knife throwing instead. with a sigh, she turns to leave the station, only to bump into an older woman. ‘ oh, sorry! ’

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@70won.

anger & numbness have been yoojin’s primary feelings ever since the quarter quell was announced. her nightmares have gotten worse, reminders of the blood on her hands lingering long after she wakes up. the main thing that helps aside from her guitar is throwing herself into training for the games.

as soon as the doors to the training center open, she makes a beeline for knife throwing, purposefully ignoring her district partner calling her name. her eyes land on johanna & she practically jogs over. ‘ you don’t know how happy i am to see you this afternoon. ’

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a small nod as she shifts to face pat, fingers still strumming a melody. ‘ yeah, i do. it’s a bit overwhelming at times, but i like being here. ’ she does miss home, though. she misses her parents, her brother. homesickness has burrowed itself into her heart & refuses to let go. she does whatever she can to distract herself, but it lingers.

‘ have you ever been away from home before? ’ the question comes from unbidden curiosity, & she only realizes it after the fact. sometimes she says things without meaning to. ‘ i don’t mean to pry. you don’t have to answer. ’

@cartelheir said ‘ what life choices brought you here? ’

yoojin forces back the laugh that threatens to bubble up in her throat, fingers tightening their grip on her guitar. if she had a nickel for every time she was asked that, she’d be able to get brand new strings for the instrument. ‘ just needed a change of scenery, i guess. ’ she keeps her answer vague as can be with a shrug of her shoulders in the hopes the other doesn’t decide to pry further.

it’s not like it’s a total lie she couldn’t stand the way she was constantly treated like she was on the verge of breaking. especially by her family. quite frankly, she’s tired of it. her gaze flickers to the other & she manages a tiny, apologetic smile. ‘ sorry, i just don’t like talking about it. ’

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4 aventures de Reinette et Mirabelle (Éric Rohmer, 1987)

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in her hu.nger ga.mes verse, yoojin’s arena was a basic forest with the cornucopia in the middle, but there were multiple hidden entrances that led to a huge tunnel system & bunkers underground. instead of hiding there where she assumed most of the tributes would be, she hid in a tree near one of the entrances & used throwing knives to kill tributes who left the tunnels. she moved to a different tree each time to not get found out easily. she won by heading into the tunnels & using steam from a broken pipe as cover to stab the final tribute in the back. (subject to change as i develop this verse more.)

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MY NAME (2021)

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thinking abt how yoojin will forever be connected to jinsu & his empire due to the snake tattoo on her wrist.. how she can’t bear to get rid of it but instead tries to hide it with long sleeves.. how she eventually adds a bird to it as a way of reclaiming herself but the reminder of him is always there :(