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[mathiascain]

Journal

Life is just unfair I feel like. I’ve never felt so abandoned before, other than when I was first abandoned a long time ago. But this time was so much worse. Both Patrick and Elessar didn’t want me around during the Gala, and I was so bored. Patrick said it was because I messed up when I made that wolf, something I don’t think counts as messing up since I didn’t kill her. Then Elessar said that he needed a break from me, but I don’t know why. 

It sucks. After they served us food, I just left. I don’t know anyone in the memorial, and I was so bored I didn’t want to be there anymore. What sucks is that I have nowhere to go. So I just decided to go home. Even if Patrick and Elessar aren’t around, I still have my family. They were all pretty happy to see me too, and they let me talk about why I’m upset. 

I know that eventually Patrick has to talk to me, because all this gang stuff is coming to an end, and he needs me there. Then after, maybe Elessar will want to not be on break anymore. I think he’d be happy to know that I’m going to kill the people who kidnapped him. Once all of that is done, things will be better and not unfair anymore. I can’t wait. 

[choiharu]

The Hunt.

She was so pretty. Like the lights of Seoul. The lights outside kept going long after hers stopped. It was a good idea to go hunting in Korea instead of hunting here - no matter how strong the urges are to find that little nurse. Cute thing. I fear that would be dirtying my hands too close to home though. I'm sure the punishment would be severe if I was to hunt within the city - or at least, if it was to be uncovered.

She's too pretty, too well-seen.

Damn it.

Mi-Cha... she was certainly beautiful, though. I barely had to seduce her. She was hungry for it. The glow on her face after she came... her smile... It was almost as sweet as the essence I siphoned from her... Almost as sweet as the fear in her dying eyes. Perhaps I acted too quickly. She was delicious. I could have held onto her a bit longer.

What can I say, diary?

I am a creature of habit.

[logan-prescottx]

Journal Entry

You know, I keep sitting here wondering how many dogs in this world can go without a home. It’s like people can’t see what a genuine beast these pups all have the potential to be. I brought in this sweet girl the other day, scared to death after being abandoned, and she wouldn’t leave my side til’ she fell asleep. She may wind up being the next foster fail.

Are we all damned to the same fate? Supernaturals stuck living our lives, loving people with expiring dates, and here we are going on? I went to visit momma’s grave a few weeks ago. Then I went to visit my great-niece and nephew. All sworn to secrecy about this life. I mean hell, they want to keep getting the money from the company, so naturally they’re not saying a damn thing. But there’s another thing. Who wants to live forever when all you’re left with is shitty people? Makes a guy wonder how the vamps do it. I’ll ask Effy one of these days.... 

Shit she’s not even a vamp anymore.

[arlcnchevalier]

Journal Entry | Post Greece

I wonder if she’s out there. My own phantom haunts me much like Archie haunts Chloe, but Dominique isn’t like Archie. The man seems hellbent on getting to Chloe, and her alone. Dominique would like to see everyone around me writhing in pain before coming for me... Or before making me succumb to her needs and wants once more. However... I do wonder if reaching out to her for help would be beneficial. Even if it meant owing her a debt, along with the one I cannot ever begin to repay.

Still... watching her dance tonight, laughing and enjoying herself in a way I haven’t seen in so long, I can’t help but think she has enough monsters hiding in the shadows. Adding another one would only cause more concern.

And to be perfectly honest.... Dominique would only bring ruin. Not for Chloe, no. But for me.

[vitvliyv]

                            - ̗̀   HSHQTASK019: SPEAKING   ̖́-

𝐈. vitya has never been talkative. she grew up around the notion that it was always better to keep your mouth shut. always. not in that ‘speak when you’re spoken to’ way but in that ‘you get noticed when you speak ( too much )’ way. 

𝐈𝐈. she’s old enough to be able to express her thoughts efficiently. mumbling is a sign of weakness. stuttering is a way to embarrass yourself. when you articulate clearly people believe you and listen to you. speaking properly is an important part of how vitaliya carries herself.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. english is a relatively new language for her. she only picked it up after zhenya started school. partly because she wanted to be able to help her with homework, partly because she would have found it humiliating if her daughter had known a language she didn’t. either way, she was never really motivated to learn it though. even now, surrounded by people who mainly speak in english, vitaliya hasn’t bothered to open a textbook. she has an interpreter and in the worst case in scenario when she has to do the talking... if she gets her point across, it’s all good, and if she doesn’t get understood... she can survive foreigners not understanding her. what does she care ?

𝐈𝐕. she learned german in school, years and years ago. while she can read and write quite well, holding a nice and flowing conversation in german is just not something that happens naturally. in that sense her english is stronger than her german but in every aspect... 

𝐕. accent in english:

[awesomedigityx]

No offense....

Sitting at the desk at work she sighed, today had been a rather tough day for her. Sleep hadn’t came to her last night, her mind running a million different directions which didn’t allow her to fall asleep. The moment she had fallen asleep, she heard Gavin and had gotten up with him. Not like sleep was going to help her much now. She would have had to be at work shortly after falling asleep anyways. Pushing the thoughts from her mind she continued to type of the report that was sitting in front of her. It was a mess, whoever had written this report needed to work on their penmanship if they wanted someone else to type it up for them. Xandra grumbled as she continued to write. The woman could feel her emotions starting to get the best of her, the chatter all around her from the officers and other office workers had started to grate on her already worn thin nerves. Didn’t these people have something else better to do with their lives than sit there and gossip with one another? As much as the woman tried to not listen in she was finding herself listening in and hearing the woman and men in the office talk about the newest relationships the rumors that some broke up and the just plain nasty comments that some made towards one another. The blonde shook her head and finished up her last sentence on that particular report before she saved and submitted it for the officer that had asked her to type up and submit it for him. Xandra didn’t mind doing that sort of thing, it wasn’t like she had anything else to do with her time. There hadn’t been much that needed filed or typed up recently. Probably because her and a few other of the girls that did desk duty had finally caught everything up.

Hearing the gossip continue between her co-workers she grumbled. “Really?” she muttered out. They had been going at their little gossip group for nearly an hour. The last thing Xandra really cared about was listening to how the chief was sleeping with a new rookie cop. That news didn’t surprise Xandra. Hell, the woman had walked in on him in his office more than once with a rookie bent over his desk. What these new women seen in the boss-- she would never know. The man was vile and much older than most of them. Maybe it was their way of making sure that they didn’t get crappy assignments? Xandra couldn’t be for sure. She would never do that, it grossed her out to just think about it. For their sake she just hoped that these women were getting good assignments out of it and not just sleeping with him to be put on the crap assignments again. That would have been something that would cause Xandra to flip her lid if she were one of those women. When she had logged off the computer in front of her, she stood up and grabbed her water bottle and was planning on going to fill up the diffuser bottle that already had lemon and lime slices in the diffuser part-- ready for the moment that she filled it up with water. As she stood up the women that were sitting at the other desk gave her a funny look, which Xandra ignored for the moment. All she wanted to do was go and get her water. Not deal with their petty antics.

Going to fill up the water bottle up, she came back after it was filled. Popping the cap on the water bottle she walked back to her desk. It was still a bit early to head to lunch, but she had needed the short walk. It woke her back up and stretched her aching back and legs. Her body hated her almost all the time anymore. Taking a sip of her water, she made a happy sigh as she headed towards her desk. Before she could make it all the way back to her desk, one of the women that had been gossiping for most of the day stopped her. “Xandra, no offense but, you look like complete shit. Stay up too late fucking all the men that you can?” the officer asked her. Xandra stopped dead. That woman, this officer, did not just go there. The blonde turned towards the woman and gave her a dirty look. That was one of Xandra’s largest pet peeves. When someone would say ‘No Offense but,’ or any form of using that. Obviously if you start a sentence with ‘No offense’ you are purposely about to offend that person and not even care. That was exactly what this officer did. Xandra could feel her blood boil as she stared the woman down.

“Excuse you?” Xandra demanded as she snapped the cap back onto her water bottle. The woman already knew she probably looked a hot mess. She was carrying a baby, and hadn’t slept the night before except for a few hours. When the officer spoke again, Xandra scuffed. “It’s no secret that you have fucked plenty of guys in the department. Are you even sure who the father of the baby is?” Xandra raised her eyebrow as she shook her head and walked to her desk. The woman could feel hot tears burning the back of her eyes. Setting the water bottle down, she turned back around and stepped right up to the officer, without giving the officer a chance to react, Xandra swung her fist full force into her jaw-- knocking down the woman. The officer she had just looked up at her as she held her jaw, a look of pure shock crossing her features that Xandra had just smacked her. “Last I checked you don’t know me nor are you important. Besides, you are just mad I walked in on you getting slammed by the boss. So, fuck you and you ever. I MEAN ever talk about my child like that again. I will make sure that you have to have your jaw wired shut.” she deadpanned. If looks could kill, this officer would be a dead woman walking. “Do I make myself clear?!” Xandra demanded. 

Not at all impressed that the woman had decided to insult her by starting the sentence off with ‘no offense’. If there was one thing that drove Xandra crazy it was starting off a sentence like that. Just come right out and say it. Don’t be a chicken shit. The officer just nodded and Xandra muttered a good under her breath as she gathered her stuff. There was no way she was staying there. Her nerves were all over the place and at that moment she didn’t care about work. As she walked away, she felt her tough facade fail and tears started to fall. Xandra couldn’t believe that she was allowing something so simple as the woman using ‘no offense’ and then saying those words about her child get to her. It’s not like she had slept around. Antonio had been the only one that worked in the department that she had ever been with. Fucking pet peeves, she thought as she made her way out to her car to go home. She just wanted to go home, cry, sleep and cuddle with Jamison and Gavin if they were still home.

[xmacdougal-blog1]

DAILY TASK 019; SIBLINGS/SIBLING FIGURE/COUSIN

MORAG MACDOUGAL, THE ARCH ENEMY

Isobel had always wished she had siblings. Growing up alone in the huge empty manor with parents as cold as hers had been lonely. She longed for someone to spend her days with, to laugh with, to play with. Isobel looked onto those with overprotective older brothers or clingy younger sisters with jealousy. She only had her books and her music to keep her company.

Isobel got on fairly well with her cousins from France but she only saw them in passing over the summer breaks and so there was never any time for them to develop a meaningful relationship. Unbeknownst to her, however, she does have a cousin much closer to home. She’s actually distantly related to Morag MacDougal, a Slytherin girl in her year. Isobel has no idea that they’re related, though Morag does and chooses not to divulge this fact.

mentions of @lustrous-gold​

To call their relationship tense would be an understatement. Morag and Isobel never got along, you could even say they were enemies. To Isobel, Morag was always much too concerned with her reputation and much too proud of her blood heritage. Her opinion of Morag only worsened after she didn’t hesitate to needlessly punish the students at the Carrow’s commands. Isobel judges on how hard you work, not what’s handed to you just because of your family name. When Morag fled the scene of the Battle she didn’t hesitate to brand her a coward. And though she would never admit it, Isobel is more than a little bitter that Morag is the MacDougal in the Slug Club and not her.

PARA

Isobel glared over her textbook across the library as she and Anthony studied. Her target was of course Morag MacDougal, Isobel’s self-proclaimed arch enemy. She was sitting across the room, laughing with some of her friends. Just the sight of her made Isobel fume. This castle was only big enough for one MacDougal and Isobel damn well was going to make sure it was her. Scowl only deepening at her thoughts, she nudged Anthony without her eyes ever wavering from their glowering.

“Can you even believe her? What an arrogant tosser,” she seethed with feeling. Anthony barely even flinched from where he was scratching out a potions essay. He raised an eyebrow at her without even looking up. This was a regular occurrence with Isobel, he’d long ago learned to get used to it.

“I can only assume you mean Morag. She’s the only one you get this fired up about without even talking to,” he drawled, uninterested. “You know, staring at her across the library is only going to make you look like a creepy stalker.”

Huffing but conceding that he may be right, Isobel slammed her book down on the table with a little more force than was strictly necessary. “I know, but just the sight of her makes my skin crawl. She does know this is a library, right? Members of the lower class frequent it? She doesn’t need to be so damn loud,” she whispered vehemently. Isobel may be grasping at straws but she didn’t care. Everything about the other girl made her skin crawl.

Finally putting his quill down, Anthony regarded her with amusement. “Izzy, she’s not even being that loud. I think someone’s just a little bitter she got chosen to be in Slug Club this year.”

Shocked at his audacity, Isobel gasped entirely too dramatically. “Anthony Goldstein! How dare you! That would imply I’m a petty and jealous person!” Crossing her arms and leaning back, she blew at a piece of hair in her face.

He leveled her with a strong look. Isobel frowned. “Which… would be accurate. But I just don’t understand!” she cried desperately. “I’m a perfect choice! My grades are impeccable! My parents are renowned in pureblood communities! I’m on the quidditch team! I run the charms club! I’m in a million and one extra circulars! I just don’t understand!!” She threw up her hands in defeat.

Beside her, Anthony sighed and started to pack up his things. He wasn’t getting any studying done any time soon.

“Besides, don’t even get me started on that red hair. It can’t be natural…”

[isvbclv]

first of all: ISABELA TALKS A LOT. she fumbles over her words but it doesn’t stop her from talking, talking and talking. she can hold a five-minute-long monologue and not run out of breath. she is definitely a talker --- and makes a poor listener. her attention span for listening is very minimal, she easily gets frustrated because she feels like the other person is just taking way too long to say what they want to. it’s why she often interrupts people by offering them a word they might be looking for. 

when isabela speaks spanish, she usually uses words that sometimes sound odd --- either they are a bit outdated or just phrases that are usually used by elderly: it’s just part of her humour to be honest. 

english on the other hand... she hates how little she can express through it. it’s not that her vocabulary wouldn’t be extensive enough --- she’s been speaking english with friends for so long that it does come quite naturally to her, but the worst thing is when she can’t use spanish idioms or some certain word that doesn’t have the perfect english substitute.

isabela speaks very loudly and she laughs even louder. she also lets out interjections all the time: ha ! oh ! aa ! eehm ! she has a relatively vivacious way of speaking and it’s mainly because of the way spanish is pronounced. 

i feel like cruz’s accent is closest to isabela’s:

[nolanwilliams-blog1]

Task 019 - Silent Iron Storm.

Dunnam sat there, waiting with Wren. Eyeing every single tribute as they went into the training room, where they would have their presentation. The careers went into the room in dead silence, others wished their friends good luck. Just before his name would be called he felt Wren brush her hand against his. He took her hand in his and felt her squeeze his a little. When he returned the favor they locked eyes for a split second, then he heard his name called.

As he walked into the room he saw the game makers enjoy their lovely feast.

“Dunnam Redborn, District Twelve”

Dunnam introduced himself. Trying to make his voice as impactful as possible. Some of them looked his way then continued with their feast. Dunnam knew exactly what he was going to do. Walking up to a weapons rack he took a few weapons out. Without his judges seeing it he quickly hid them across the room. Returning to the weapons rack, he took two small axes in his hands. As he hurled one axe towards the balcony he shouted “It’s time for a little something.” As soon as the first axe hit the force field with a crackling bang, he threw the others. Then he vanished. To the game makers it must have looked like Dunnam simply dissolved into thin air.

Just after he let go of the second axe Dunnam hid. It was his game now, he could finally make use of the light feet and swift movement he had learned to use so well growing up. Hiding was the name, surprise was the game. Without being seen he moved to the first spear he had hid. Throwing it at the balcony he quickly moved to the next.

 Weapon after weapon rained down on the game makers. The force field was doing it’s work well and protecting them, but the crackling and the bangs were simply overwelming. They would see the sparks dwindle down and only a few seconds after they would see the next weapon hurtling towards them in the corner of their eyes. After his initial vanishing they hadn’t seen him even once.

When finally a great shiny trident hit the force field, Dunnam stood right infront of the balcony. “I hope you enjoyed your feast.” He said, then he left the room.

[carlisle-ember]

Task 019 -  Ice, Ice Baby.

It had been against Ember’s better judgment for her and Cooper to separate. They hadn’t left one another’s side since the train had taken them away from District Six, but they needed food, and they needed water, otherwise death would be inevitable for them. Splitting up and scanning the area for resources did seem like the most logical thing to do. Cooper would head East, and Ember would head farther South. 

As the brunette walked, she heard a canon. The sound made her stop in her tracks. She looked to the clouds and saw Oak’s face. “Jesus.” She muttered. She was beyond relieved that it wasn’t Cooper, but her heart sank nonetheless. Oak was just a child. She remembered back to the last conversation she had with the little boy. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay. You gotta try and stay strong.” She had told him, as she held the crying boy to her chest the day before they were launched into the arena. It had been a lie. Ember knew that. Nothing was okay, and now Oak was dead.  She stayed still for a moment, paying her respects to the boy, and to whatever family he had that might be watching. She had to keep moving.

Her feet sloshed along the grassy terrain. Another canon was heard. She stopped and looked towards the sky again. The clouds were beginning to look grey, and dark. It was strange, because up until that point, it had been fairly nice out. Her attention focused towards the fallen tribute that was displayed. It was Nox. Oh, god, Axel. She thought. Axel had became someone that  Ember considered a friend while she was in the capitol. She knew he didn’t think of her that way. He was only trying to be a mentor, and to give her advice. She knew that he cared about Nox, and that he must be hurting right now, watching the games. She shook her head and continued her trek further South.

It felt as if it were getting even colder. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she walked. Her eyes fell to the ground. It was hard to stay focused when there were so many tributes losing their lives, and when it was so cold. Luckily her distraction paid off, because she spotted a couple of beetles mixed in the grass. She eagerly bent down, scooping them up, and tucking them inside a side compartment of her backpack. Sure it wasn’t a capitol meal, but it was something to keep her and Cooper from starving. She wondered if he was having any luck with food or water.

It was snowing now. It was coming down hard, and fast. It made it difficult for the girl to see where she was going. She would need to find shelter soon, by the looks of it. She worried that she wouldn’t be able to find Cooper again until morning. Ember’s teeth were beginning to chatter together as she walked. She spotted something in the distance. The snow was clouding her judgment too much for her too see what it was, but as she got closer, she realized that it was a girl. Tinley ―the district eleven girl that Ember had fought with for her backpack. She didn’t look so good. “Tinley?” She questioned as moved closer to the girl, crouching down beside her. The girl was alive, but she was in a weak condition. She must have been in her position for a while now. She tried to speak, but Ember shushed her. “Save your strength.” She told her. “I’ll stay with you.” Ember didn’t dislike the girl, just because they had gotten into a confrontation over the backpack. They were both simply trying to survive. The other girl seemed sweet, actually.

The other girl was shivered hard, and her color was a light shade of blue. Hypothermia was beginning to take over. “Tinley, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand...” There was no response. Ember let out a sigh. She didn’t want the girl to suffer any longer than she had to. She capped her hand over Tinley’s mouth, and her nostrils, keeping it there until she no longer felt a breath from the girl. A tear rolled down Ember’s cheek, and she closed the other girl’s eyes. A canon was heard, and then another. Two tributes. Ember focused her attention to the clouds. She saw Tinley’s face, and then another.

“N  ―No.” The girl cried out. It wasn’t real. Cooper Jettson wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. “Goddammit!” She screamed, sliding down to the ground. Had he been alone when he died. Oh, god. If he was alone she would never be able to forgive herself for not being there. She was sobbing by this point. Ember had known Cooper her entire life. She knew only one of them would make it out of the arena, but she had refused to focus on that part. If she was the one to make it out of the arena alive, how was she going to face her brothers? And Cooper’s family?

For the first time since the reaping, Ember was alone. She no longer had Cooper. She didn’t have anyone. She pushed herself up off of the ground. “Take care of him.” She whispered, looking at the camera. She was speaking to Bertha. She knew that Cooper’s body was probably already at the morgue by now. She wanted only the best for the boy she would have given her own life for. At that moment, a parachute began to drift down towards the girl. It had a coat inside. Ember slipped the coat on. Immediately she began to feel more warmth. It was too cold, and the vision was too limited, Ember didn’t think she would have trouble from any of the other tributes for a little while. Odds were, everyone was seeking shelter. She zipped up her new jacket that Bertha had sent her, and curled up into a ball. She began to cry again. She would worry about the games again once the storm was over. For now, she only had thoughts of Cooper.

[mathiascain]

Journal 019

It has been way too long since I last saw Elessar. He wanted his space after I accidentally killed him, and now I’m bored. I didn’t mean to kill him that time either, it just happened. He did look peaceful laying dead like that, and now I can see why he likes it when I’m dead too. But ever since he spoke with Patrick, he hasn’t been killing me at all. I know Patrick knows best, and Elessar has shown me other ways to enjoy myself, but I long to feel death again. It’s frustrating that I can’t now.

Because Elessar wants his space, I have to find other ways to pass the time. I didn’t think it would be this hard to find someone in the city to play with. All the people at the Chateau are boring, and I can’t even hurt the ones at the Bordel. It’s really making me think twice about living here. Or maybe I just miss Elessar. I think Patrick would say that I miss him. It’s weird, I don’t think I’ve ever missed someone before. I don’t even miss my family when I leave them for a few days, but I know they miss me. 

I think I’m just bored, I should do something to fix it. Patrick doesn’t like it when I’m bored, but I can’t help it. I don’t have anything to do while Elessar is on a break. I could look into the gang more, but they’ve gone abnormally silent. Should I be worried about that? Nah, I want to find something to do. Maybe I’ll text Patrick and tell him I’m bored, that usually make him find something for me. 

[arlcnchevalier]

Journal Entry

Recurring nightmares, when I was human, were just a rotation of never ending denials for my books, or my wife leaving me. Never did I imagine that I would have to endure the nightmare of losing my love over and over again, but I fear it every single night. Every breeze that rips through the balcony window, every movement or creak in the home. I could sweat over the amount of times I have obsessively checked the new cameras I had installed. I know he’s coming, I know it’s only a matter of time. And I can protect her from the actuality of it.

But he’s left scars on her that I can’t even begin to repair. They won’t begin to heal at all until he’s gone off the face of the earth and I need to make that happen. I’ve been working with others, trying to find the best way to slaughter this faceless enemy.

I lost the love of my life. I refuse to lose the love of my forever.