#reapable

[dgttwisted]

Lilith on the case!

Lilith the soul member an president of the newspaper club takes every request for stories she gets very seriously. one such request is to look into the 7 wonders of the school.

Mysterious shadow of a horned man who wonders threw ramshackle at night.

"it's my friend hornton! he's great guys you don't need to be scared at all in fact he's one of my bestest bestest friends! so Mystery solved!"

a monster that roams the gardens of Heartslabyul disembodied singing can be heard through the winds before you spot him.

"after looking into this i found out who the monster was he is a freind of mine who asked me nicely not to put his name in my paper so i won't, anyways no need to be afraid everyone! Mystery solved!?"

a demon that comes out at 3 am in the Ignahyde dorm

"this one was tricky sense i had to stay up past my bedtime but i did manage to spot them with Grim's help it turned out to be idia in his cloak Mystery solved!"

Plants are fully grown every Wednesday no matter what.

"also one of my friends named Chobi he told me i could tell you all his UM is to grow plants with a special dance, Mystery solved!"

There is a shadow that roams the schools. No one sees there face so no one knows there gender or even who they are.

"we met they wish for me not to name them but rest assured they're friendly! so Mystery solved!"

Rumor has it that there is a caldron in Divis that you can use that will give you a easy passing grade. No one knows what the caldron is, but some students admit that when they make potions that there is no way it should have made it work with the wrong measurements.

"after careful deliberation with professor Crewel an some of the ghosts we decided to do a test Crewel said it would be an interesting learning experience, though professor Crewel said i had to do the important job of taking notes Grim an the ghosts got to do the fun job of actually making the potions! anyway professor Crewel had the ghosts an Grim make different difficult potions an the results were largely the same 'a absolute disaster' quoted professor Crewel but hay Mystery solved!"

The cat Lucius can talk like a human. Some students will see him talk and be too scared to talk back

"i spoke to professor Trein who laughed an told me to try it so i did Grim an i talked to the cat all day, Lucius does seem to be a smart cat but from the time i spent with them i don't think he can speak English Mystery solved!"

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[wileydepot]

@holland-westbrook

Wiley didn't want to be here, she didn't want to be doing any of this, and frankly, the whole day had left her pretty upset. So she'd found herself sitting on the train, picking over the limited snacks, refusing to change out of her clothes from home as she barreled towards her and Ms Royce's inevitable deaths.

"What?" she asked, looking up at the victor walking through the car. It was holland westbrook, gamemaker, and the unfortunate victim of wiley's anger. She wasn't even a mentor, why was she here? Probably bcause she'd been reapable, too, but that wasn't the point. "Trying to pick out how to kill me?"

[therapythroughwriting]

I am me myself and I, and I have none, no one to compare I me myself to. I am alone, myself on desolate plane, with me, on top a tower of scabbards and razor thin ice needles threaded through structure, cutthroat, and subjugating myself full of incomprehensible anguish. i lack voice and reason, and scare easily. I wish to bask in the sunlight of normality, even if it's in vain. I count the days, seconds, years, minutes, all in hope for a single micro-instance of pleasure to be reapable through my good works. alas, I am not brave enough, hence unfortunate. as if my luck was prematurely cut from the moment I was born, tragedy immediately bared it's ugly face. I did not and do not recall asking to be this way, of this origin, in this mind, body, or have a soul as putrid as mine. I wish to be loved. but my fate has other ideas. therefore, I must endure. to the end, they say. i fear the end. but today, I'll let it comfort me.

The last sentence was not added as a hint to SH. Just for writing.

[mxhlon]

Mahlon rolled his eyes, lazy grin unflinching in the face of yet another obstinate Odair. He'd been dealing since they dragged his ass back to the Tower the cycle after his own, ten years ago. Rio had been, what, fourteen? Barely reapable? He didn't need business insight from a prettyboy Career. "I liked you better when Cat did the talkin'," he leaned back, arms folded. "Besides, no one fuckin' cares. Simply supplyin' a demand, Odair. So? You need somethin', or you just came to share some unwanted fuckin' advice?"

"You're just fucking early," Rio grumbled back, a deep furrow to his brows. "This is the shadiest fucking meeting you could've picked, you know that right? If anyone didn't know you were dealing shit, they definitely know now."

[alyxsrpfaces]

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[allthingsroleplay]

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[lee-hatchett]

"I've taken worse," he reassured Forest. "You don't have to worry until I start trying to tap dance with the penguins. That was a weird trip. Fun, but weird."

His smile turned to a tight line as Forest continued. "Yeah. Linden and Al are easy enough. It's just all the slime around the city, y'know?" He ran a hand over his beard, trying to smooth out some of his stress. "And then there's Alder. I still haven't figured that boy out." He hissed a breath in. "Or, man, I guess. He's out of Reapable age now."

Lee leaned back against the wall. "Was I... like that?" He asked, looking up to the man who had Mentored him in his Games. "I mean, I know I wasn't exactly the most... friendly guy after I won. But I feel like I still haven't been able to connect with Alder. It's not like... I mean, I get it. I had shit go down, and had to leave. And I know it's not easy to be a Mentor alone." The words were out before Lee could think through them, and his hand flew up in apology. "I don't mean - shit. That wasn't a dig at you. I just mean... I guess I don't know. I just want to feel like he's gonna be okay, you know?"

"Actually I know who that is. You're right to worry about it. I would subtly throw it into the trash." He advised Lee with a laugh, shaking his head.

"I'm trying too, but it's not that easy. I know what you feel like. I just don't like the whole schmoozing part. I can talk up our tributes for hours that isn't the issue. It's just trying to entice the sponsors to actually send money.." He'd gotten better at it with time, but other mentors were way better at this than he was. "The three of us could work on it together. You, me, Alder. Might work better."

[sherbovania]

why do the angels have human flaws wtf

time to lore dump about why all my angel ocs are a little bit strange and eerily humanlike!! hooray

the lower tiers of angels are meant to be human by design mentally as well as physically (the higher tiers eventually applied this same design philosophy), but humans are the only race to “possess a soul” according to them so it’s hard for the two to connect. a long time ago the utopian aristocracy started the olive branch initiative to “understand” humans, if only on a superficial level, since they thought “if we’re eventually gonna be subjugating these things wouldn’t it be sooo funny to see how they think and understand us haha :)”. this was after Solid God and Naked God peaced tf out so they had nobody to run their ideas by

since the newest generation of angels are factory-made human-shaped shells with what’s basically a random number generator attached to determine physical traits, they just added another random number generator to determine their ‘human-esque’ mental traits based on what they observed in them thus far and bam you have a pseudo-human that has no qualms with being a test dummy so there’s no ethical complications this time hooray

there were some…“unintended” side effects like um. those infected with worldly vices becoming the new majority of the utopian population and steering their culture in a vain and superficial direction it was never meant to go in. oops. gaia decided to take part in the program since just observing wasn’t enough to her to understand them so she had to experience this sort of lab-created ‘human experience’ for herself. unfortunately she has fallen ill to the vices of man :sadge:

so the whole project was a flop but uh oh! it’s still going because there was a major shift in the aristocracy (due to one person you can probably guess who) and it boils down to “yes this has had unfortunate effects on our society as a whole with no real reapable benefits but it’ll lead us into a new age of human coexistence and rule, trust me haha :)”

the rest of the aristocracy hasn’t been as on-board with the initiative as gaia has, their thesis being that “the experiment of free will has failed” and the refusal to revert to their original state (pre olive branch initiative) will bring about the end of days for their civilization as a whole. gaia, being injected with ‘the human experience’, obviously disagrees and says “lol. lmao” (weeds out my dissenters in violent ways never thought possible)

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[montgomery-cannon]

Montgomery was pulled from his observation by an unexpected face: Electra Conduit of District Three. It was unusual for Mentors to be from Games previous to his; it seemed the Capitol was obsessed with young, fresh Mentors. Though, he supposed, Electra certainly still fell into the "young" category - after all, she was still of Reapable age.

"Ms. Conduit. Lovely to see you." He brought his attention briefly back to the Tribute, only to respond with a light chuckle. "Shame. Did you hear her story? Something about a dying mother, I think. Or aunt? Very tragic. But I'm afraid you're right about her."

He took a sip of his coffee, trying to anticipate Electra's motive. "How about yourself? Bringing home a winner from Three this year?"

She hadn't wanted to be in the viewing box, but she had work to do. Sponsors to talk with and attempt to not make such a hash of her work as mentoring long enough to give her tributes some chance of getting out. Link may think she was a good mentor, the best, but she knew better. She was a mess, and her tributes were better off without her trying to help them. She would only hinder them.

Yet, she still was here. Now, trying to assess which sponsors to approach and coming across Montgomery with a shudder that she struggled to suppress. She never understood why a victor would take part in the Games, but then again she couldn't even begin to fathom why someone would voluntarily put themselves through this for no other reason than the 1 in 24 chance of winning. She understood reasons like sacrifice, preventing younger tributes from facing fates like she had. But Careers? She would never understand.

She sat down opposite Montgomery, wishing she'd had the foresight to drink more whiskey before she came, her flask that normally was stashed in her jacket pocket sadly emptied long before she had entered the box. "Montgomery." she greeted, following where his gaze was focused on the girl from eight. "I hope Ramona and Bobbi weren't looking at victory this year." she commented, a brief smirk tugging at her lips.

[domitiadrusilla]

Curtain Call

To lose yourself, it is a conscious decision, a point that crosses over your periphery where you decide to push past the fray and careen further. I heard that ballerinas train a lot like runners, but at some point I’d became one and the same. I never wore a white tutu, mine had been lilac when I performed, dancing with sprinkled lining cheek bones and puffs. I didn’t have to push myself, since I had already been for years. The other girls would wince as they pressed their limbs to bend to their limits, yet mine like liquid flowed with ease. Even as youth, we were pressured to perform above and beyond. Because in Two, there is no fray, no middle ground, or in between. A girl in lilac can’t exist in a town of concrete and hollow skyscrapers. She must leap into the darkness and embrace her sprouting midnight wings, since her final performance approaches. You can’t wait to be called, you must always grasp it in your hands, your final dance.

It took until the gauntlet when I learned the true meaning of flight. You don’t relive the high of reaching ungodly heights, all you remember is the spilt iron on the floor and the feeling of the earth collapsing beneath your feet as you fall. I fell into a routine after the iron of Thrax, after making a promise with the headmaster. One year to improve, if not I’m on the streets. She called it probation; the others called it freeloading, but I called it surviving. So I didn’t give a fuck at their snide comments, I kept my head held high as Dad told me, throwing that anger into training. Since he told me this is a dance that doesn’t cease until I’m dead, but oh how the audience would live to see me spin out. That's what they live for, what the audience craves as my whip cracks. Although I only danced once, every bull crack against flesh is a tango in itself, with my hips swaying to the rhythm I set. If this is my dance, then I’ll play to my melody and mine alone.

Valentine knew this, but he always wanted to a duet, despite dancing with his own glaive next to me. Once the gauntlet began as Cain hid in his caves, I finally humored him. We would exchange sly glances as he would show up at hours far behind the sun, staying in silence as sweat and brute strength echoed in the room. I think I gave him an idea for his last scene at the beginning, as I plucked his glaive from the rack and swirled it like a baton. Batons and bullwhips go together if you haven’t heard, although the audience didn’t expect them to. Setting the opening after tossing him his glaive, a coachmen’s crack had been our starting gun.

There's a certain thrill to a performance, the audience's eyes on you, the grazing of metal to flesh, the scent of iron and sweat in the air. It’s almost a primal dance, with his glaive slicing the back of my head, dripping maroon down my neck. My side arm crack and the audience's applause too distracted me before I could have fully twirled away. Naturally, I paid him back tenfold with a forward lash to his cheek. Valentine stumbled at the unexpected force, spatting blood at my feet, hand clutching his face as it pulsated blood all over his neck. There was a hushed air that had overtaken with cheers dying down as an intense focus emerged. The fight had finally begun. “Come on Valentine, don’t get soft on me.” He didn’t answer, besides offering a broad smiled compliment. “It’s nice to finally share the stage, isn’t it?” His emerald eyes offered warmth even through pain, and with a quick lunge and the swivel of my hips, his blade sliced into my right hip. We typically wore armor, but not for a fight like ours. In the arena, there wasn’t armor to protect ourselves. So when fighting for our rightful spots, we didn’t wear any. There's a mutual respect to not take things too far, but there for two kids who came from where we did, I couldn’t afford to lose.

With the lurch of my forearm upright, the leather looped satisfyingly, flickering blood at the overhead crack that bounced off the walls. His eyes trailed after it, an uneasiness knitting across his brown brows. He couldn’t have moved quick enough, for my forearm had already jutted forward, delivering a deep gash to his other face. Blood splattered across the ground as I pulled my whip back, hand grasping the leather to squeeze the remnants off, dripping in between my feet and onto my boots. Two gaping flesh wounds mirrored each side to his prior beautiful face. I always mocked he was too pretty for a career, and even afterward once they healed he didn’t look too bad afterward. “Well, Topher, perhaps I can teach you a thing or two. It looks like you could use it.” I called over, cockiness flowing through my stride with a coy grin on my lips. Part of me enjoyed seeing his smile whipped away, his eyes hardening into a scowl. But he always begged for this fate, and I merely just aim to please.

By then my taunting words and pale look that glazed his freckled face had thrown him off his game, even if a grin had returned to his lips, wiping blood off them with his thumb at a question with no answer. “Twice, huh?” Yet his cockiness had caused him to fumble his blade, swiveling the long weapon into the air before slashing downward, delivering a strike that I easily sidestepped. The discomfort of sweat and blood melding my curls to one another, combined with his perseverance, rubbed me the wrong way. Perhaps he had been purposefully missing or grazing me, to just surprise me. Wanting to end this already, getting a tad cocky, my leather found his right calf, wrapping around it which he used to his advantage. Despite the whip cutting through his pants, digging into his calf, he pulled it backward, sticking his glaive forward, jutting it into my stomach.

There was a collective gasp awaiting my next move. Brief concern mirroring his stained face, clenching his jaw as my hands grasped the metal rod. Holding an unwavering gaze, iron rolled tainted my lips, licking the metal away as my hands grasped the metal, pulling it further into me. A sound of disgusted groans wavered in the air, but it was merely music to my ears. I couldn’t let him know he hurt me. Despite a searing bright flash of pain echoing throughout my core. Shoving the metal rod backward, releasing Valentine from my grasp as the words escaped my lips. “Well played.” Whip limp on the ground, by the time I flicked my curls backward after retrieving the cast away leather, I heard the shuffling of feet, finding him suddenly half way across the platform. Desperation now evident in his features, he tilted his glaive downward before swirling it, positing himself in a warrior's stance. It was an odd sight, I slowly walking towards him as smirked coyly, taunting him. “What are you going to do, kill me? Run all you want, but my whip won’t hide.”

But then he did it. He broke my patience.

Like a roman god, his body launched the glaive into the air towards me as if it were a javelin. I dove into the concrete beneath us, right forearm and leg scrapping as the blade narrowly landed by my face, careening into the crowd. The room suddenly became too loud, as I let out a cry at the feeling of blood squelching out of my abdomen, and at the screams from the crowd. Forcing myself up, the boy had been muttering to himself, closing his eyes with a smile as I stomped over to him. “Are you fucking kidding me, Topher? The hell is wrong with you?!” There had been kids in the audience, ones who were barely reapable. Anger pulsated through my veins, voice booming with a force that silenced the air. Flexing my wrist once more, I quickly closed the distance, eyes narrowing as he knelt down in defeat, pointing to his barely recognizable face with a final request. “Finish me, you’ve earned it.” Although he disgusted me in that moment, I did as he pleaded, slashing down against his chest with a splintering crack. The boy collapsed under the weight of himself, I to my knees as I discarded the whip. Applause broke out, my vision waning, scooping the boy up in my arms, my hair veiled us from them as my hands smoothed his matted hair away from his eyes. Vocal range depleted and softened, my gaze slipped out from its malice, words echoing as he slipped into unconsciousness. “Don’t be such a fool.”

By the time I awoke, they had placed us in the infirmary. My body ached in ways it hadn’t before, heavily influenced under drugs to the tune of a bandaged stitched stomach. Although a numbed euphoria coursed through me, my stomach turned at the feeling, thinking of the man that bloomed in the metal bathtub. Pushing myself off the table as the room had cleared out for the next emergency, I pulled the IVs out from my arm to a wince, stumbling for him. They had enveloped his face in cotton tinged in pink. He looked at peace, like a content street dog. The sky cried behind us when he awoke, leaning over to me as he whispered. “Let’s get out of here.” That afternoon was the first time I left the academy since Thrax. The first time I ran through alleyways with glee and climbed atop skeleton skyscrapers and sat perched amongst an emptied rooftop. I tried looking for my home as Valentine sat in a discarded lawn chair that somehow made its home up here, but it had blurred into the city beneath me, worn away and faded with age. I promised to myself one day I’ll return to that spot, to find the faded purple tutu and coiled bun, toothy grin held by a man before his back gave out, before he bloomed in that metal tub that I had to wash away. Valentine asked what I had been looking for by the time I joined him, but all I could answer was “something long gone.” The sky died and faded away into pinched lights in a sea of blackness, I clutching to a buoy of a faded lawn chair.

That was the last day I saw Valentine. On the day I lost myself in an ocean of blood and stars, only left with memories of scars and abandoned Polaroids to never be found.

[jcinktinder]

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[cress-meadowforge]

Cress giggled, a bubbling, warm sound. "Remind me, Monty, what did they dress you in? Yours wasn't that terrible special effects makeup where they attempted to make Two's tributes appear made of stone, right? Mortifying. They'd been plastered and veneered like a cheap storefront."

If they're still Reapable, they're too young for me. Cress hummed, letting the carbonation of champagne singe her tongue. One more year. That's all Cress had. Two more cycles, and then...? "I look forward to the day you meet your match, Cannon. To see you bested? Enamored? A sizable feat indeed." She refrained from articulating the added thought: that she was certain it would come when he was least expecting it, in the absolute strangest of forms. There were few people in the Panem with personalities as large -- presence as felt -- as Montgomery and Cress. To find someone to balance that? Was there even truly room?

"Are you willing to put money on it?" She plucked a strawberry, admiring its vibrant color before bringing it to her lips. Each cycle, this was what she looked forward to most. "Training scores come out tomorrow. That's certainly when the sponsorship rush will begin, and I'll lose you to the masses -- embarrassing, really. The begging. But we have no obligation. Only time, only the privilege of enjoying a bit of fun. And I've thought up some new categories this year, just to mix it up." She signaled for another drink, a last-minute pause to confirm her own selection before they were cemented. "It's time to place bets."

Monty sipped at the tall mimosa glass. "We'll have to wait to see what she does for the interviews. Usually those outfits are much more stylish than the atrocities they dress the poor things in for the Parade." After over one hundred Games, a dearth of creativity had appeared for the Parade outfits. There were only so many farm animals District Ten could be dressed as, only so many types of grain that could be woven into fabric for District Eleven. The interviews, though, were where the true looks would emerge.

Monty rolled his eyes at the thought. "Oh, please - you'd be the first to know. For the most part, though, if they're still Reapable, they're too young for me." With a playful twinkle in his eye, he made purposeful eye contact with Cress. "For the most part. Plus, plenty of people back in Two who I haven't seen yet." It was a general truth that Monty held - there was something that came with aging out of the Games that altered one's view of life. But all truths had their exceptions.

"It's a bizarre take, but I'll admit I'm intrigued." Monty finished off his drink, hailing the waiter to bring a second. "But a facility? In Three?" Monty barked out a laugh for it was truly a preposterous suggestion. There was simply no way that Three could afford that kind of thing, and even if they could, who would staff it?

"Look, if Ellemona - or whatever her name is - can pull it off, more power to her, I suppose. But I've been watching some of the training, and she's only been in there once that I've seen. And she couldn't lift a sword. A shortsword, Cress. Not even something impressive." A full chuckle bounced out of his mouth and he held a hand to his chest to feel it. "Won't make it past the Cornucopia, I don't think. Unless she runs. But even then - people will chase her down. Nice enough to look at, though, I suppose."

[therpsource]

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▬ we’re stitching our summer SEAMS ▬

we are an au hunger games rp community set after a failed rebellion and the destruction of district 12. we are currently in day two our first hunger games, and are holding promotions for capitolites, peacekeepers, + reapable characters for our next reaping.

we are  celebrating being active now for 2 months with a new skin, ranking system + incentives, and more!

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