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Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ unsent imsg → a 😌 ] i’d be yours if you asked

Send “??” for a DRUNK text.

[ imsg → a 😌 ] smoetimes ithikn abt u wiht soembodft else nd i cnat breathe

[ imsg → a 😌] g odddd i li keu so mcuhh it scaressm e

[ imsg → a 😌] cn au pik cme m up peallse

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[ imsg → a 😌] you know

[ imsg → a 😌] as far as spending the rest of ur life with someone goes

[ imsg → a 😌] you wouldn’t be the worst choice.

[ imsg → a 😌] … buddy

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[ draft → addition ] maybe sorries just sound kinda like bullshit right now but just meet me at the rooftop and i’ll tell you everything. promise.

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[ text → addition ] yeah i... kinda stopped believing in allah when my dad left, but sometimes i do think there might be a higher being like... not in the sucky religion way but more like, hey, somebody up theres looking at us and saying yeah, all five of us were meant to meet and become a band so we could just... idk... spread whatever happiness or beauty we can because thats our purpose[ text → addition ] but sometimes i think maybe there isnt a higher being and humanitys just one big strange accident, and despite the randomness of whatever the fuck this universe is, we still found each other [ text → addition ] its just nice to think about it that way  [ text → addition ] we beat the randomness, my dude

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[ text → addition ] theres just. so much about me that nobody knows. i dont want to talk about it and its not that i dont think youd understand i just think it would hurt too much to explain im sorry im so fucking sorry 

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[vxctxrx]

’royce went to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, but then stopped when he realized it wouldn’t accomplish anything. since entering the arena, he had been sweating profusely and there were no signs of it stopping. it wasn’t until the dawn of the third morning that he realized that the sweating might not be a direct result of the arena -- it might be because he was running a fever (which he only assumed was because of the withdrawals. 

“hey, ember, dude, i don’t feel so good.” he said softly as he stared at a tiny line of ants traveling up the bark of a tree. they’re so mystifying, he thought. it’s amazing that they’re so strong. 

“royce, are you okay?” 

“yeah, dude, i’m fine. i don’t know, i think i just need some water? do we have any water yet? i don’t remember.”

the ants had since abandoned his line of sight, and had instead made theirselves at home in the trunk of the tree. he stared at nothing, then, just the leaves, dirty, and foliage that surrounded them both.

“i’m here. it’s going to be okay,” came ember’s reply. royce sighed slightly -- not because he doubted ember’s sincerity, but because he realized that they really weren’t going to be okay in the end. “i know, yeah. it’s going to be okay.”

“i love you.”

“i love you, too,” came a swift reply from royce. there had been no shortage of ‘i love you’s’ since that fateful first. but, he didn’t mind. it wasn’t until ember repeated it for the fifth time in a row with the same inflection, however, that royce thought something was wrong. quietly, he turned and, to his horror, ember wasn’t there -- all that he could see was a large, rainbow colored parrot.

he didn’t have to think -- it came naturally... his call for help.

“ember!” 

// closed starter for @dolefvl & @oberoned

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@dolefvl

“Thank you! Thank you!” Caesar laughed as the crowd continued cheering, working to calm them down after Demelza. “Now, ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, we have coming into this stage a young man that I just cannot wait to get to know. November Lowell, come on up!”

As November took the stage, Caesar reached out to shake his hand and led him towards his seat, just as he had done for the five tributes before him.

“November!” Caesar repeated. “Now that’s a mouthful. Any nicknames you go by? Might have a second Nova out here, people!”

Caesar adjusted himself in his seat for a second and clasped his hands together. “Ok. First real question. You were one of two volunteers from Districr Three. I am dying to find out what is in the water there for us to get such brave kids in our 78th year! Tell me, were you always interested in the games, or were you simply inspired by our own little Pixel Delaroux to bring home another win for Three?”

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This is just a reminder that all submissions are due tomorrow morning, June 12, 2019 at 9:00 AM EST. The following tributes have yet to submit their task to us and have not requested an extension:

Josiah Delisle @jxsiahx

Ingrid Bray @swntiwnt

Ember Lowell @dolefvl

Demelza Oberon @oberoned

Kai Eldoris @kaieldoris

Royce Carter IV @vxctxrx

Laurel Oaken @laurelscrowned

Dahlia Hornby @taintedones

Tributes may request an extension purely for time but these will be granted on a case by case manner, and may be only for a few extra hours. This is so that we can have ample time to score the training paras, post them, and begin the interviews in a timely manner and to allow all of you to react to your scores. The admins need all of the time we have allotted to complete the interviews and finish up for the Arena, so thank you for your understanding!

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Pixel had pictured a lot of things regarding her victory when she’d sat in the hospital bed, her broken ankle in a cast after getting out of the arena. She saw the faces of the de Castanheiras, with Brutus and Joaquim staring daggers into her on the Victory Tour. She imagined the crowning ceremony and the lights that would be shined into her face as she stood beside Jules and Lincoln and Thresh as the most recent in a long line of damaged children.

She did not imagine having two volunteers in her care, both several years her senior. And Pixel certainly was not prepared to have to mentor this stranger who stood not far from her in the Three suite, practically old enough to be an adult. 

A year ago, she’d have dug through his pockets for change and looked for a window to hop out of. She knew better now, but that didn’t mean that flight instinct wasn’t lighting up her nerves as she walked awkwardly by the guy. November, he’d said his name was.

“So...” she said, not sure where her sentence was going exactly but feeling like she had to say something. “I’m, uh... I’m mentoring you. And... yeah.” (// @dolefvl)

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it had been quite the night. for starters, she’d run into tristen, and he’d been more of a dick than usual about everything that had happened. but it wasn’t until she got an e-mail from her credit company that she decided it was only fair to get absolutely blasted. a few shots later, she’d danced her heart out, sent her mom an extremely incoherent text, and sung karaoke. somewhere. most of this she couldn’t have described to you in chronological order. but she was starting to feel extremely dizzy and the lights were getting to her and that was about time she thought a walk in the cool air would be extremely nice.

she pushed her way through the crowded hallway towards the door, spotting a familiar face on the way out. “ian!” she squealed as if they’d been best friends for ages and not mere acquaintances at best. “how are you? i was just leaving but,” she stumbled forward into him before steadying herself on the wall, “we have to catch up sometime. it’ll be fun.” 

she swung the door to the house open without abandon. she wasn’t wearing her coat, but who knew where that was? “ooh. it’s chilly. anyway, did i say it was nice seeing you? because it’s been so nice seeing you,” rhiannon added.

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[vxctxrx]

he wasn’t quite sure how long he had been sitting against the wall. at some point royce had gotten tired, so instead of going back up to the suite he decided to just relax a little bit. the sun -- or at least what he could feel of it coming in from the exit of the stables -- was warm and made his skin crawl but, like, in the good way. 

he took a deep breath in and let it out in a slow, high-pitched whistle. a nearby stylist looked at him inquisitively and he just flashed his teeth at her. she giggled, expecting it to all be a joke, but she quickly walked away after he kept staring at her with the same expression. once she had gone, he felt the desire to clean his teeth, so he ran his tongue up and down his pearly whites.

royce’s thoughts began to drift as he licked. what was he doing here? well, he knew what he was doing here -- he had been reaped. but, like, what was he actually doing here? was he just awaiting certain death? nah, that’s too grim and ghastly, he answered himself -- or rather his inner voice. in times like these, the little voice in his head was an invaluable tool for sharpening the dull sack of matter that was his brain.

all of this internal contemplating stopped, however, when he saw a thin boy (again with skin a shade of white that seemed to glow in the sun) walk near him. he stared at him for a few seconds, taking in his entire image, before pointing a slightly bent finger at him.

“gay,” royce said simply and quietly before letting his finger fall and allowing a confident smile to creep across his face.

//closed starter for @dolefvl

[vxctxrx]

he didn’t want to talk to anybody in the district six suite. one of them -- dwight, francis, or rafaele -- had sold him out. because of one of them, royce was without his ‘medication,’ as he had referred to it with his friends and strangers back in district six, for the first time in... years? the days always were strung together in royce’s mind. days turned into weeks, then months, and then years. time was a pitiful thing that succumbed to the wishes of its mortal masters. not for royce -- at least not anymore.

his thoughts drifted to that of his stylist -- maybe it was her! maybe she was to blame! -- as he walked out of the elevator. he didn’t want to attend that ‘training session’ that his mentors had called it, but he needed some kind of rhythm to keep up with. thankfully -- and this he was horrifically aware of -- he still was riding a high from the last pill he had managed to pop. his body was numb, but his mind was beginning to wander. this wasn’t good, he told himself, why would they do this to me? who would do such a--

and then just as suddenly as he was aware that he was standing atop a metaphorical cliff with no way to back away, he became aware that a warmth had spread to his face at the sight of ember.

“bock, bock,” he mimicked into the boy’s ear from behind as he nudged his shoulder. wait, was that what chickens sounded like? he had never really heard one... uh... cluck? click? whatever, he decided as ha smile spread across his dulled and narcotically influenced face, it didn’t matter much. “good morning, chicken boy.” 

// closed starter for @dolefvl

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