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my-supernatural-rewatch · 29 days ago

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Episode Two: Wendigo

Dean Winchester in the Supernatural episode Wendigo

Stealing this synopsis straight from Fandango:

Sam and Dean follow the coordinates left in their father's journal and land in the middle of the Colorado woods where they investigate the disappearance of several campers.

This is one of those episodes that I used to think I didn't like that much, but we actually get some good insight into Dean here.

While the first episode really tries to make Dean a stereotype, we get a better look at what makes him tick in this ep.

But first a little bit about the story.

I'm confused about Sam. Did he go to Jessica's funeral? He dreams about visiting her grave and then Dean brings up that they spent a week at Stanford after she died looking for the thing that killed her...but did he stick around for the services? Becasue the end of the Pilot episode and the beginning of this one make it seem like he didn't.

Does Jessica's family think he had something to do with her death? Becasue in the pilot episode it looks like he bails while they're still fighting the fire.

From the start of this one, the brother's following coordinates John left them, Dean's belief is that once they find John he'll 'know what to do.'

So they show up at the ranger station near where John is sending them and Dean's first reaction is to be impressed with a photo depicting a huge grizzly bear. I love that Dean never fails to let the most simple things impress him. But it's also sad. This guy grew up knowing monsters were real and he still has enough interest in the world to be excited by a giant grizzly.

When the ranger gives them the skinny on the "Hailey girl" looking for her brother, Dean immediately goes into hunter mode, tricking the ranger into giving him her contact info. For some inexplicable reason except Sam is just being a dick, Sam literally asks Dean if he's "Cruising for a hookup" instead of making the correct assumption that Dean thinks this woman's missing brother could be related to their missing father.

A common thread so far in these episodes is Sam immediately thinking the worst of Dean's intentions and given what we come to find out about the way Dean was the one who pretty much raised Sam I'm wondering what bug is up Sam's ass because he acts like he doesn't know his brother at all and we've already established it's only been two years since they had significant contact.

Sam has no interest in helping Hailey. He just wants to bail and go find John. (Where, Sam? You're following the instructions John gave you. How do you think you're going to find him otherwise?)

Dean is concerned about his brother...because of course he is...because he's in 'shoot first, ask questions later' mode and it isn't like him.

And now I get to talk about Dean with women. This episode is the first where Dean has significant interactions with a woman he isn't interrogating and it doesn't come across the way his reputation would suggest.

Hailey immediately impresses Dean by noting that is car is 'nice.' Based on his response, she already gained some respect from him. When she tells him she hired a tracker and is going to find her brother, he again is impressed with her taking control and not being afraid to go out there herself. He isn't leering at her, he isn't trying to cop a feel, he doesn't hit on her at all.

Sam, of course, was wrong. Dean is doing his job.

At one point during a conversation about what the monster could be, Sam uses the word corporeal, seemingly expecting Dean to not know what it means. He does, and even uses it back at Sam, but not before teasing him by calling him 'professor' for dropping a big word like that.

Sam wants to tell Hailey she can't go look for her missing brother, but Dean puts the kibosh on it, knowing she won't go for it.

"Her brother's missing. She's not gonna sit this out, Sam. We go with her- we protect her."

Episode two...TWO of the damn series and Dean is making it crystal clear to Sam that the job is protecting other people. But Sam isn't buying it.

"So finding Dad's not enough? Now we got to babysit too?"

Oh the glare that Dean glares at Sam after that. He's been doing this much longer than Sam and he is protective of what the job means. Sam's memory seems to be very short in that area.

Dean is all in on the whole "saving people" thing (I'll get to that in a minute) and seems genuinely annoyed that Sam doesn't get it.

When they all meet up in the woods to find Hailey's brother/possibly John/whatever is out there, Dean calls Hailey sweetheart. It feels like this is supposed to convey how Dean sees women. How he treats them.

And maybe it would have worked had there not already been scenes where Dean made it clear he respected Hailey. But there are...so it doesn't.

Hailey rightfully points out that 'biker boots and jeans' are not appropriate clothing for a hike, and Dean responds with, "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts" as he looks down at what he's wearing and realizes he is dressed inappropriately. He was being defensive, not misogynistic. Not in this episode, anyway.

When she finally calls him out for not actually being a park ranger and he fesses up by admitting he and Sam are brothers and they're looking for their father, his sincerity immediately convinces her when he admits:

"That's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman...ever."

Cute little Dean moment I didn't want to let go by. Hailey accuses him of not bringing any provisions and he pulls out an already opened, half-empty bag of Peanut M&M's...a man after my own heart.

Interesting to note that 20 minutes into the episode and they still have no idea what the monster is.

When they find the blood covered camp spot of her brother, Dean comforts Hailey when she's crying while Sam is under a tree being all emo.

There's something else that happens throughout the episode and, again, we're only at episode two, that I think a lot of fans forget when it comes to Dean. Sam might come across as the quiet, smart, one, but Dean knows his shit too (I'd argue better than Sam but that's for another day). He knows as much about Wendigos as Sam does...and the only reason Dean didn't land on the monster being a Wendigo was because he was being too literal and knew Wendigos didn't usually appear in that part of the country. So, yeah, Sam figured it out, but Dean would have too. (And Dean and Sam together explain what a Wendigo is and Dean's the one who tells Hailey how they can kill it.)

Sam goes from emo to pissy again and Dean has to get him away from the dick measuring contest he has with the tracker, telling him to "chill out." Dean is super composed in this ep compared to Sam and even says to his brother, "I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?"

Up until a certain point in the episode, all Sam wants to do is leave to go find John. (Again, with no idea on how exactly to do that.) We are still here right now. Sam doesn't care about the wendigo or Hailey's brother, he wants to go find John and he doesn't understand how Dean can put that aside to help these people.

And here is where Dean's motivation is laid out for us plain and simple.

He shows Sam John's journal:

"This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business."

And when Sam questions why John doesn't just show the fuck up and tell them what to do (something I agree with Sam about!), Dean says:

"I don't know. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it."

People like to talk about how Dean wants to be John at this point and how Dean will just blindly follow his orders. But in these quotes, in this scene, is obvious to me that Dean is so attached to John, among other reasons, because Dean sees the bigger picture. As much as we think he was, and as much as we discover how obsessed John was about finding Mary's killer, John wasn't always just led by revenge. He taught Dean (and you would think Sam) that helping people, trying to prevent what happened to the Winchesters from happening to other people, was not just a worthwhile endeavor...but an important responsibility.

And holy shit I can't believe I just defended John Winchester.

But back to Dean. Sam isn't buying any of this and tells Dean the only thing he can focus on is revenge.

And here is where Dean does something everyone seems to ignore or forget about.

DEAN WARNS SAM ABOUT STAYING ANGRY

"...this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man."

Sam sincerely asks Dean how he does it and, again, we're reminded that Dean truly believes in what he's doing.

AND IT'S ONLY EPISODE TWO

He tells Sam he does it for 'them' (referring to Hailey and her brothers, but meaning all the people who need help).

"I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable."

Helping people helps Dean cope with how shitty everything is.

Although then he does then add: "What else helps is killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can."

Establishing that John has successfully convinced Dean that killing is a necessary part of the job that is also satisfying to him.

He raised killers. They kill for a reason, sure, but they are still killers.

I feel like that gets forgotten a LOT within the fandom.

Some interesting notes: Sam was the one in peril in the first episode when the Woman in White gets him in the car, and now it's Dean getting nabbed with Hailey by the Wendigo. When Sam finds them, and cuts Dean down, Dean for a moment is genuinely hurt. Grunting, having trouble moving, something that doesn't happen a lot in later episodes. It's almost realistic.

Also, being in the cave and dragged away by the Wendigo causes Dean to get covered in dirt again...two episodes in a row where he gets all mucked up while Sam stays pristine. Did Jared Padalecki get that written into his contract? (It's reminiscent of the movie Ghostbusters where all the actors get smothered in marshmallow except for Bill Murray.) But I digress.

Dean uses both bastard and bitch to call out the Wendigo while Sam leads the siblings to safety. I feel like they use the word bitch so much because back in 2005 people were less likely to complain about the misogyny of it and it was one of the few swears they could get away with using on television.

Doesn't mean I don't get pissed off every time I hear it.

In his efforts to get the three siblings to safety, Sam basically abandons Dean to the Wendigo. I mean, it works out that Dean is the one who saves them all by shooting it in the stomach with a flare gun but, wtf Sam? They were running in the right direction. Your brother was all alone.

This episode has the first "person who got saved kisses Dean" moment after Hailey tells him she doesn't know how to thank him.

Dean's resposne to her saying that is to just smirk and she responds by saying, "Must you cheapen the moment?" to which Dean responds, "Yeah," with a smile.

That she kisses him goodbye (on the cheek) and sincerely tells him she hopes he finds his father shows she didn't take him seriously. He wasn't being a lech, he was just being Dean.

The episode ends with Dean, once again, trying to protect Sam's feelings by reassuring him that they will find John.

We're already establishing Dean as a lot more than comic relief in episode two. And Jensen Ackles is not-so-slowly showing us how much he can do with this character.

Some notes for posterity:

We get what I believe is Sam's first "Check this out" in this episode. (the precursor to 'get this')

Dean offers to let Sam drive the Impala at the beginning of the episode and Sam refuses but at the end of the episode Sam insists on driving and Dean lets him.

The significant music from this episode comes from Foreigner - Hot Blooded and Rush - Fly By Night

The brothers pose as Environmental Studies majors from UC Boulder at the rangers office and then tell Hailey that they are Park Rangers, and give her their real first names.

There is a movie reference, but Dean doesn't make it directly. During Sam's dream about visiting Jessica's grave, when he places the flowers down her hand comes shooting out from the ground: just like the ending of the movie Carrie.

This hunt takes place in Lost Creek, Colorado.

Dean briefly wears John's jacket in this episode.

We get Sam's first "Dean!" in this episode when the Wendigo takes him.

Recognizable Guest Stars in this episode: Corey Monteith and Donnelly Rhodes

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zenkor123 · 2 months ago

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Journal of Peeta Mellark-Great episode of 4th October 75 ADD pt 1

October 4th 75 ADD

I expect in the coming years in 13 to hear great details about my flashbacks from lots of people, however I want to record what the flashbacks look like from my own memory. Or rather Dr Molina wants me to and I agree with her. These aren’t simply episodes of madness but they feel really real to me, the lizard mutts, capital torturers, fake images of mutt Katniss I can almost smell them. I used to think of them not as my own as belonging to the whisper or the monster I tried to forget about them as soon as they were over but now that I made peace with the monster they feel different. Dr Molina says I never really left the capital torture chambers and I can’ t keep pretending otherwise. I need to face those hallucinations she says, stop being ashamed of them So here it goes:

“Since merging with the mutt, the flashbacks and episodes have taken on a different character. Instead of a mission to drive rage agianst Katniss images hallucinations now are of my fears. As I wake up I first sees premonitions or pre flashbacks. I tried to ignore it as best as possible but I didn’t have any Morphling and I quickly used up my little bottle. Images of the mutts Snow showed his captives the lizard mutts that whispered the name of Katniss only stopping as they killed either avoxes engineered to look idenical to Katniss, or actual clones of her as snow laughed, his war on Katniss not built on anything more then a ego driven grudge by a man child. mutt katniss with fangs, the doctors that destroyed me, swarms of tracker jackers all came to attack me . I felt pain particularly in areas that had been subject to Jacker venom injections, lion mutts, Cato Mutts, Monkey mutts, wolf mutts, Myrna , all joined the attack. It all seemed real to me, first the mutts appeared in flashes then attacked them with the pain increasing as it went on. I first tried to remind himself they weren't real but then he went mutt himself and attacked the hallucinations. First I winced in pain, my pupils increased in size, then my heart rate increased and felt enough bodily tension that I could pass out. Rather then passing out I went mutt and battled hard to crush the sources of my pain I roaring loudly as my eyes filled with rage. I Got up and began chocking the capital tormenting beating mutt Katniss, and throwing things at the Lizard mutts. I killed several lizard Sometimes it was all of these combined often it was other horrors from my mind occasionally it was one at a time. Sometimes they were simply background noise. In this state I am highly dangerous and thanks to Snow’s demons I have destroyed property, injured nurses while confusing them for the hallucinations. It is sometimes culminative like snapping after 100 mosquito bites with outside stimuli playing a major role like before. The flashback lasted an hour. Katniss remembers watching the entire episode from the ventilation shaft it did look different from his previous episodes, he looked like a full scale mutt on a violent rampage against illusive threats. Katniss could only watch from the distance transfixed to these sights. The look on his face she had seen before while hunting that of a cornered animal Followed by that of bear warding off intruders followed by the face of an angry predator.

The more pain I experienced the angrier he got when with fear, I looked fully red, my veins showing and I yelled at my demons telling them to go die, and that I’m not going back to the capital(in my episode the tormentors claimed to be taking me back to the capital in a portal) I made noises of pain even after my hallucinations fell before my might. But there were more hallucinations I got a bottle and began chasing the hallucinactions of Spiders. Dr Aurelius fired a needle with a needle gun that knocked myself unconscious. All the hallucinations and bothers disappeared and I felt calm I heard a thump as I feel fast asleep.”

So here it is, this was painful to write but Dr Molina says it will get easier as time goes on. She also had me draw this entire episode, they are in my sketchbook and urges me to do this with all my monsters so I am doing it. How am I supposed to work otherwise? Katniss sees the drawing of Lizard mutts, and realizes that she may face those mutts in the capital as Snow created them to assassinate her.

They are trying several methods to cope with these episodes. They will become part of me and I will get strength from them she says. I look in the mirror afterwards and I see myself in a different light, the curls are the mark of wilderness, my cheeks my strength, my eyes my determination like the ocean waves, with my pupils dilating like waves. I look intimidating I am strong I just haven’t realized it until now. My skin looks fleshy, rather then sunlike. I have lost my physical innocence that pictures of Peeta show.

Katniss realizes she has reached a major point in the answer with regards to Peeta's transformation the point where he no longer sees himself in the mirror but sees an mutt that escaped from the evil plans of his creator instead. Katniss sees the emergence of a hope, in Peeta that perhaps if he can only leave the past behind symbolized by her, that past being lost and not even belonging to him, he can start anew, build new memories, all without her, Katniss also notes that Peeta is also beginning to wonder if perhaps something good could come from the hijacking hence his reference to how strong he is.

in other news for the first time I am meeting my new co workers who will still hire me after the mega episode. We visit a secret room in the hospital called the “Den”. It is a large room, with a refrigerator, oven, book shelf, sofa, and a door that goes directly to the tunnel network. It also is painted! Its walls contain drawings of a water fall that is next to a great sea, upon asking galena say it is the Niagara Falls.There are also numerous wooden crates, of the elixir of the East as they tell me Morphling was called before it was discovered that district 6 also had native Morphling farms. It has paintings of district 13 before the dark days and the ancestral forests that Salesman Brown showed me. I see many new faces but I also am surprised to see Johanna, well not surprised, since I sometimes see her siphoning Morphling into buckets. The faces are all young. We are seated around a table. There are lots of couples. The people standing up are in their 50s with grey hair one of whom is Dr Galena, the Elephant. But there is lots of new faces. I sit in between Ash Brown, the hoppo(a type of hippo mutt) and Johanna Mason(the iron pecker) who welcomes me into the club and tells me she is glad there will be another victor in the cell. So my application has been accepted? Great! They confirm this and say my application has been accepted and that I will start by doing Morphling siphoning with Johanna I have the code name “Jabberjay.” I receive a tattoo of a Jabberjay that one of the cell drew. I ask who drew the Jabberjay the drawing is pretty well done. A young woman about Johanna's age raises her hand she looks like Ash but she is also a forester. She introduces herself as Velma Brown, code name the Swan the packager of what I learn is called the “victors cell." She says that formal positions while true are understatements that they put on their monthly reports to coin. I laugh, it’s so devious, so I get the choice of multiple tattoos. A Jabberjay rising from fire, a Jabberjay flying in the sky, or a Jabberjay eating bread. I request 2 of the tattoos, the Jabberyjay flying in the sky and the Jabberjay eating bread. My right arm has the Jabberjay in the sky and my left arm has the Jabberjay pecking at bread. It is decided that Johana will instruct me in morphing siphoning, and that Ash will take me on more tours of the tunnels of District 13. Everyone in the room has a Yellowish tinge to their skin like the morphings of D6, they also all smell like morphing. The Den has additional rooms-the expanded closet which is called the Bar, the Closet is the size of a restroom and reflects how used 13 is to compressed spaces. The Bar is only seperate due to its large foldable window to the main hallways which customers can climb in, and it is sound sealed. People can drink morphing and listen to music. The next to introduce themselves is Arlo Stockbridge, code name the groundhog, the keeper of the Den. He is the one who gives me the tour and shows me the bar. He is an engineer who I have seen working on the hospital machines. He isn’t a man of many words, but his intelligence is apparent. He also aids in the designs of the design of tunnels and caverns in the mines of 13. He is nervous to meet me, he reminds me of Beetee Latier. He is figiting with coins, but he isn’t nervous it is like the coins which spin in his hand provide stimulation. He is not red headed with blue eyes but has brown hair and Green eyes. Someone, a woman who’s hand he was holding before, who he is sitting next to is using straws for the same purpose, she has a baby on held her chest. She also is not a red head but has grey-blue eyes and copper colored hair. He explains with intensity the workings of the morphing machines and offers to do a demonstration of the machines. Arlo introduces her in his own introduction as Helena stocksbridge, code name, the Gecko who manages the data for the cartel as his wife. It is clear that everyone in this cell has known each other for a very long period of time….

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once-upon-a-memoir · 5 years ago

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LFC :: Zatna Spiteveil

The Basics --- -

Full name: Zatna Spiteveil, previously Mirthheart. Nickname(s): Zatbab, stabby gal, sunflower, sunshine, shadowstep. Title(s): Shadowblade. Alias(es): Eclipse. Age: Around 2900 years old. Birthday: 10th of July. Race: Sin'dorei. Gender & pronouns: Female, she/her pronouns. Sexuality: Nobody fucking knows. Marital Status: Unofficially going out with @frostwyrmsfury‘s Andiais.

Physical Appearance --- -

Hair: The majority of her head is bald and scarred, the hair scalded and burned away during a childhood accident. Now Zatna shaves what of her hair still grows, instead opting to wear pale ginger wigs whenever she isn't dawning her leather hood or scarf-cloak. Eyes: Golden yet with a tint of darkness. Her eyes are tired and heavy yet alert and sharp, seeing the world through a veil of pain and morals. Height: 5'/152.4 cm. Weight: 112.44 lbs/51 kg. Build: Ectomorph. Zatna is thin yet obviously well-trained, her strength focused on agility and flexibility. Scars: Burn scars on her shoulder, neck, and head. Several scars on her… everywhere, really. She essentially looks like a grizzled war-veteran (because that’s what she is). Two small pieces of the outer edge of her ear have also been torn off. Tattoos: A few small, simple, and minimalistic ones that seem silly but are deeply symbolic. Distinguished Traits:

Her relaxed posture.

The slight freckling of her skin.

The bags under her eyes.

Silent footsteps.

A missing finger on her right hand.

Common Accessories:

A scarf in either red, black, or purple that you really cannot tell if it’s a scarf or a cloak. Spoilers: it’s both.

A one-handed sword, sheathe strapped to her back.

Two daggers at her hips and several other forms of sharp weaponry hidden across her body.

A cloth pouch and a leather purse attached to her belt.

Two golden hoops in her right ear.

Personal --- -

Profession: Occasional assassin, bounty hunter, tracker, and monster hunter for hire. Full-time Shadowblade and hunter of oppressors, warmongers, and whoever else breaks her moral standard for a living. Hobbies:

Singing.

Journal-writing.

Grumbling over existence, inequality, and people’s poor lack of morals and ethics.

Researching and observing.

Skill(s): Knife; hand-to-hand combat; shooting with a handgun or revolver; daggers, and one-handed axes and swords combat; singing; a bit of Void, Light, and Arcane magic; outdoors survival; surviving otherwise impossible to survive situations; strategising; acting; winging it; pulling pranks. Languages: Fluent Thalassian, conversational Common and Orcish, and a few words of Zandali and Darnassian. Residence: Zatna has a few hidden, barely used cottages scattered about Azeroth but no real, stable home. There’s one in Azsuna, one in Eversong Woods, one in Feralas, and one in Deadwind Pass. She also considers Keizi and Knoton’s abode a home, as well as Zatna’s parents’ estate outside Silvermoon. Still, she’s most likely to sleep and reside in the crowd of the Uncrowned or the wild. Birthplace: Silvermoon City. Religion: None. Patron Deity: None. Fears: Losing people; drowning; having a mission team mate be captured due out of her lack of skill.

Relationships --- -

Spouse: None. Children: None. Parents:

Vazolra Mirthheart (mother, alive).

Jathun Mirthheart (father, alive).

Siblings: None of blood, but the one person she considered a brother is double-deceased. His name was Itillan Riverseeker. Other Relatives: The only other relatives Zatna knows of is her mother’s side of the family, who abused and bullied every family member into becoming a follower of the Void, which led to them being exiled and becoming ren’dorei. Zatna refers to any of those relatives as “Crimsons”, short for Crimsonveil. Pets: None that are still in her care. When she lived with Keizi, Knoton, and Mo’hir in Durotar, she had several cats and raptors.

Traits --- -

Extroverted / Introverted / In between /: Zatna is an extroverted person, but, lately, with the change of pace in her life, she has become far less social in any way that isn’t business related.

Disorganised / Organised / In between /: She’s not a neat freak but doesn’t make a mess either.

Close Minded / Open Minded / In between /: So long you don’t try and oppress people or hurt them for no apparent reason in her vicinity, there’s next to nothing that she won’t accept and respect.

Calm / Anxious / In between /: Being anxious has never really been a thing she’s done.

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between /: She fights for a cause and what’s right, not to get people to agree.

Cautious / Reckless / In between /: She tries, and fails, to be cautious.

Patient / Impatient / In between /: This, somehow, always surprises people.

Outspoken / Reserved / In between /: Zatna used to say literally everything on her mind. Now she’s more reserved with personal things, like emotions and her mental state, but anything else she’ll more than happily yell to the entire world about.

Leader / Follower / In between /: She can’t follow orders worth shit. Not even her own.

Empathetic / Apathetic / In between /: She knows and understands and can relate to feelings, but simply has a very, very difficult time actually feeling them. This counts for her own but also things that are supposed to rub off from other people.

Optimistic / Pessimistic / In between /: It frequently changes whether she’s optimistic or pessimistic, though she has a tendency to lean towards a sense of pessimistic optimism. Like, it will probably be fine, but only moderately, and there’ll be some casualties, and overall Zatna simply expects everything to be mediocre.

Traditional / Modern / In between /: No comment.

Hard-working / Lazy / In between /: She can and will work through entire days without eating and sleeping.

Cultured / Uncultured / In between /: Depends on what culture you mean. Sin’dorei culture? Eh, a little cultured. Meme culture? Very cultured. Manners? Not cultured at all.

Loyal / Disloyal / In between /: Her trust is very, very difficult to get, but once you do she will die for you. And, generally, she lives by a “no man is left behind” mindset on missions, unless it’s absolutely, one hundred percent necessary to leave them behind.

Faithful / Unfaithful / In between /: Only thing she has faith in is her ability to track down and kill people.

Assertive / Timid / In between /: Don’t get fooled by her height, you’ll wish her aura never came near you.

Additional Information --- -

Smoking: Occasionally. Alcohol: Frequently, if she didn’t work so much. Drugs: Possibly, if offered. Triggers: Drowning; being stuck beneath something in the middle of a fire. Face claim: Kim Jihae. Theme song: Life by Neffex. Alignment: Chaotic good / neutral. In-game classes she takes after the most: Subtlety rogue with a splurge of outlaw and simple Arcane mage.

Alt Verses --- -

Brightheart: Not much changes here aside from the fact she, briefly, has a successful love life with Halduron Brightwing. They have three kids and end up getting a divorce after they’ve all migrated from their home.

Modern: A woman in the mid-30s still working towards her college degree. Up until a few years ago, she’s been making her income through professional downhill mountain-biking.

Forsaken: Zatna dies in Northrend and is raised as Forsaken. She’s very nonchalant about it. Everybody else isn’t.

RP Hooks --- -

Academy: Vazolra, Zatna’s mom, is the headmistress of a magic academy in the heart of Silvermoon where Zatna, alongside many, many other people, have graduated.

Bounty hunter: Not exactly feeling like going off to an alternative universe for someone who’s already out of reach to harm anyone else on Azeroth, Zatna spent the entirety of Warlords of Draenor as a bounty hunter, alongside her best friends Knoton and Mo’hir. Zatna still occasionally go after bounties and accept bounty hunter jobs, if they line up with her style of targets.

The Uncrowned: Zatna is a Shadowblade going under the alias Eclipse. She frequently launches campaigns, plots tactics, and gathers information to take down vile people of all kinds. In this line of work, she needs the help of all kinds of people, and preferably a lot of them.

Taverns: Zatna is social butterfly and quite the drinker when she finally lets herself take a break from work.

Contact Information --- -

where i roleplay: discord and tumblr. zatna can be found at @once-upon-a-memoir while follows and likes come from @foxfictioncentral. what im looking for:

action & adventure rp

people willing to further a plot idea i have that features a drug-caused disease, a lot of murdering, frustration, and several attempts and fails at coming up with a cure

connections of all sorts (business, friends, enemies, familial, what have you)

slice of life

emotionally charged rp

long-term and short-term connections

pre-established relationships

angst

detective rp

what i wont do: explicit sex, self-harm, suicide, in-game rp (it’s an anxiety thing), and excessive gore.

i mainly write multi-paragraphs style as i have a tendency to vomit words, but i won’t say no to rping with different styles. my writing is very emotion heavy, and my favorite thing to write is emotionally challenging stuff. give me all the angst, tho i write p much anything

useful links: about || relationships || verses || starter call rules / guidelines / ooc info

other muse blogs: @hugs-not-anonymous @conflictedenergies

mun blogs: @foxfictioncentral @jcfoxington @arcticartings

#world of warcraft rp #looking for rp #looking for contact #neutral faction rp #crossfaction rp #horde rp #sin'dorei #blood elf #.a heart without its mirth.about #.lfc

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ansu-gurleht · 6 years ago

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ok dream journal time b/c that was a pretty cool one

so it was like, some kinda weird scifi/cyberpunk/western themed thing. at first it was like a tv show, but it later morphed into a video game.

there were three main characters. there was this tough country guy who was really experienced, and we just called him boss. there was this girl who earlier on was like a robot butler? but she was really a ghost in a robosuit. but then she became human again so idk. idr her name (or if she was given one) but i’ll call her aradia. and there was me, who was in this weird scifi world, somehow pulled out of my normal world. me and aradia were like, hired by boss to work in his dope-ass apartment, which was pretty big tbh. i think aradia had worked there for a while, but i think boss had just recently hired me b/c i’d just recently fell into this world. i was also kinda the comedic relief of the show/game, since i kept making stupid pop-culture references that flew over the rest of the cast’s heads.

early on in the dream sequence it was kinda like a tv show? it was really cool. idr all the details, but aradia got a call-back for a new job. it looked kinda like a hospital? but her boss was like a vampire, so idk....(worth noting that there were a lot of aliens and monsters in this. to the point that at this early stage my impression was something a la undertale, except obviously more adult and “edgier”)

anyways she accidentally got so excited when she got the call for an interview she forgot to get into her robosuit and just....left as a ghost. so she was just invisible but she had on her gloves and shoes and purse or whatever. it was funny, but funny as in laughtrack funny, though. so she ended up possessing some random patient/customer at the place for her interview.

but then she almost got the job, which entailed her vampire boss making her a vampire too, but she was like “uh wait can we do this another time” b/c it wasn’t her body and she didn’t want to force this random lady to be a vampire. idr what happened after that b/c the whole “aradia gets a vampire job” arc was kinda forgotten about.

anyways we got a cut to your typical “here’s a little hint at a villain” scene you always get. it was some dude who was in like, prison-stasis? his stasis-pod said his name was illinois (yeah....), and he was, uh. it was hard to say if he was ever human to begin with, or if he was actually some other species, but he was definitely really cyborg-y and augmented now. but he got broke out (supposedly b/c of his gang or whatever) and killed all the guards. and left the scene on an edgy “she dies first” line, which either directly specified “she” was aradia, or it was heavily implied, i forget.

idr if it was ever elaborated on in the dream sequence or i just dont remember what it was, but aradia and illinois had History. something happened between them that ended up putting illinois in prison. like, he deserved it, he’s like a supervillain. but she was the one who put him there, probably betraying him somehow. they might have been an item as well? idk. i think it’s implied that whatever happened put aradia in a bad situation and boss hired her to help her out.

anyways me aradia and boss were at the swag hotel watching tv (aradia had inexplicably become human at this point) and we found out that illinois had broke out of prison and was on the loose. aradia started freaking out b/c she knew he was after her. it took a while for me and boss to calm her down but she explained (sorta) what was going on, enough for us to get ready at least. so boss was like “well, he’ll find out you’re here. so we’re gonna sit tight, arm up, and take him out on our own turf.”

so at the time apparently he only had 3 weapons: an assault rifle, which he gave to aradia, a pistol which he gave to me, and a big ol’ hammer he kept for himself. it’s worth noting that it’s around this time that the premise transitioned from tv show to video game. more specifically, the whole rest of the dream played out like a tutorial sequence.

so eventually illinois shows up, and me and aradia open fire. unfortunately my pistol did not have a lot of ammo. and he came to take me out first, b/c i guess i had better aim, or he couldn’t see aradia from where she was shooting. so he comes at me with some kind of melee weapon. this whole sequence was weird. he had so many different melee weapons. and there were quick time events i got really lucky with, where you can disarm him, take the weapon and injure him with it. idr all the weapons but there was like, a machete and a crowbar, i remember. anyways i got him low enough that boss came in with the finishing blow with his hammer.

as his taunting final line illinois said something like “there’s a tracker on me, my gang’s gonna come by to finish you off soon” and boss was like “whatever” and smashed his head in.

after that was a pretty long period of us Gearing Up For The Next Raid. somehow there were a lot more guns and ammo around the apartment, so we went scrounging and loading up. it felt very tutorial-y b/c i kept asking boss and aradia questions about shit.

anyways we got pretty good and geared up, and were getting impatient so we started doing like, fashion? trying on random shit in boss’s closet for laughs. but then the gang showed up. but they were all kinda pussies, and were easily dispatched, or they ran away.

last thing i remember was me and aradia looting their shit, while boss was chilling on the couch watching tv. i found some weed, and also some fish? like live fish in ziploc bags. and also an eel, which was live, and also not in a ziploc bag, it was just in the lootbag, which had a lot of water in it also. me and aradia were afraid of the eel so we went to boss to ask him to deal with it. last thing i remember was him laughing at us for being scared of the eel

#dream journal

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siderealxmelody · 3 years ago

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One Over Another {Zoya}

@youaregrisha

She wouldn't let herself be cowed. Besides with her new amplifier and the fact he was an Otkazat'sya how much of a threat could he be? She didn't like that neither of them were locked up. But Genya and Maven had advocated for leniency when it came to Luda. Luda had made it clear she didn’t want to be without him. It still baffled her how someone like the Darkling could love someone at all. Use them sure, he had used her and Alina just fine — but love someone? Love them enough to be put as a disadvantage? It made no sense to her.

She stepped backward as the door to their rooms opened. Luda didn't stand to chat but her eyes were red rimmed. Zoya wasn't about to feel sorry for her. If she thought the Darkling was some Saint then she was in for a rude awakening. She walked into the room, she grabbed at the doorframe — this felt like déjà vu. He had stood on the window just like this when she had come to him after she had hurt Alina.

"You've taken over my rooms."

"Well, someone had to, I wanted to remove every trace of you from this place."

She waited for him to glare at her, to say something cutting. But he only sighed and turned to look at her.

"I had a hidden compartment, did you find it?"

She blinked, the room had been torn apart but they had found nothing. A part of her wanted to say she had — to say she'd burn everything in it. But he was asking, which meant it could be important.

"No, but we're getting whatever it is out. I don't want anything from you."

He didn't reply just waited for her to take him there. They'd tailored him as soon as they'd come but that had been a week ago. With the ball preparations in full swing — his tailoring was beginning to fade. She had tried to come to that first tailoring to give Genya some moral support but Genya had asked her not to.

She had wanted to do it alone, apparently even Luda hadn't been allowed. Their relationship baffled her. This woman was powerful, she assumed that part of her story had been true. The way Luda spoke to him — she held no fear of him. But it wasn't even that, it was the way he looked at her. As if he looked away she'd disappear again. He didn't touch her but Zoya had seen his fingers reach for her when he thought no one was watching. He'd looked at Alina like that but there had been a desperation there, a madness to it. However, with Luda here he seemed almost content, balanced even.

They'd come to her rooms quickly and she let him in. He walked into her rooms and stilled.

"The skylight is a nice touch."

"Just get your things."

She wanted to call him Darkling or Aleksander, but neither seemed right on her tongue. So she called him nothing. She watched as he moved around the room. Her skin crawled being this close to him, thankfully he didn't touch her bed or things. Besides, as she kept reminding herself — he was Otkazat'sya, he couldn't hurt her anymore. He finally stopped moving and knelt just under the window, just next to where her desk was. He cut his finger and she moved forward her hands up.

He looked at her, his face impassive.

"Do you want me to get my things or not Zoya?"

"I've seen what Maven can do with blood, why did you cut yourself Darkling?"

"It is keyed to me, you think I'd use a lock when the old ways work so much better?"

She lowered her hands just a bit but narrowed her eyes.

"One wrong move and I will grab the air from you, or maybe I'll electrocute you."

He hummed and nodded turning back to the wall. He began to draw, Maven and Juris had been trying to teach her. But the runes all blurred together, she did notice they flared with light as he finished each one.

"Why do they flare silver and not purple like Maven's do?"

"It's tied to our bloodline, Maven's descended from the sky and I from the moon."

He said it so nonchalantly, almost gently. She was thrown back to when he'd sit with her class and tell them about all the saints. He'd been so patient and answered every question they'd had. Had it all been a lie? The ruthless, obsessive man he'd been in the end — had that been his true self?

Her mind refocused on him as he pulled out a perfectly square section off the wall. He set it to the side and exhaled slowly, as if preparing himself for whatever he was going to find. The air pressure began to drop in the room but he didn’t seem to notice.

He reached into the square hole and began to gently set the items down on the floor next to him. Her concentration completely broke as she realized what they were, children’s toys — old by the looks of it. She couldn’t keep herself from speaking, the implication of them too hard for her to wrap her mind around.

"Why do you have — are they trophies from the first Otkazat’sya family you killed?"

He didn’t stop what he was doing, his voice still held that gentle patience.

"These were my children’s toys."

He didn’t elaborate and Zoya wanted to just ignore the sudden questions cramming in her mind. But none of this made sense — he had a wife, children. He’d been normal — so what had happened?

"What happened to them?"

"I won a king his war and he killed my family as a reward…they were so young, they deserved the world."

She swallowed and looked away, she had nothing to say to that — what could she even say?

"They died before the Fold went up?"

"Their deaths are the reason I made it. I - I was content once Zoya. I was happy with my little corner of the world. I helped Grigori find other Grisha to save, I smuggled them to The Sanctuary for a new life. I - I went home to them every night the most I was away from them was week-"

"You know that pain so how could you destroy families? How could you do what happened to you to others?"

He turned to look at her, meeting the anger in her with his calm.

"Because their lives, their potential matters more than anyone’s else’s life. Victor had the makings of a tracker in him, Nicola had — she could have been an acclaimed scholar. Why should I care for an Otkazat’sya family when all they’d amount to could never measure to the lifetimes I should have had with my own? I was robbed of lifetimes of happiness Zoya. Perhaps if I had had my children by my side I’d be a little less…mad or obsessive or whatever word you and Genya whisper about when you both think I can’t hear. The King let me live — that general laughed as he slaughtered my family, they should have killed me when they had the chance. I lived and I intended to make everyone regret it — they cast me as the monsters and I did what monsters do best, wrought destruction."

"So what, you’re biding your time till you have a plan to cause another Civil War?"

Why was she engaging with this? Why was she allowing him to keep talking?

He sneered at her and slowly rose, she raised her hands the wind picking up around them. All he did though was place the toys and books he’d taken from his hole on her desk. He ran his thumb over the spine of one of the books.

"Luda doesn’t ask much from me, she wants to help — she thinks Nikolai will be someone who could do great things with Grisha. If he had someone to guide and teach him. I can’t — call it weakness, call it stupidity, but I cannot part from her again. So for however long she wishes to engage in this futility I will stay my hand, I will help her. All I want now is her by my side, that’s the thing about being a Otkazat’sya - it puts everything into perspective. If I only have 20 or 30 years left do any of my other goals matter? If I am not getting my power back the least I want is to spend my last years with her."

Zoya blinked, surprised by his confession — by his actual honesty to anything. She frowned and looked at the toys, at the book he was still running his thumb over.

"If that’s all you want why are you making her cry? I saw her this morning why-"

"This is the week she died, this is the week our children were slaughtered, this is the anniversary of when I made The Fold. She asked me if I remember and I said I did, I said I went back and got some of our things. She was crying because she was happy I still felt anything after so long — she was crying in relief that she didn’t have to mourn alone. Now, will you get me a box or basket to take these things back to my rooms? I don’t want you touching any of this."

He could move her with words and still make her want to throttle him. She grabbed an unused box from the barracks outside her door. She gave it to him and silently watched as he began to arrange the things in the box.

"Morozova Journals?"

"Hmm? No, a mix of her notebooks for different healing ideas and personal journals talking about her hopes and fears for the future. At least that’s what I assume are written in them, I never checked."

Zoya didn’t have any more questions, she walked him back to his rooms and watched as he arranged the box on the table. She shut the door behind her and exhaled softly. She still didn’t trust him, she doubted she ever would. But now she had a weakness - a thread she could dangle if he ever tried to get out of line again. She let herself smile, it was nice to have something over The Darkling.

#character check in #my writing #feel free to take this a starter too :)

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deanwinchesterwhimsies · 7 years ago

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Star-Crossed

A/N: This will be a drabble series and will not be in chronological order. The reader is the same reader in each part, but at different stages in her and Dean’s life. It will bounce from the past and future and be guided mostly through song titles/themes. Playlist to be linked soon.

Song inspiration: Gun in My Hand - Dorothy

The day Dean Winchester crashed into your life, something changed. A shift. An alignment. Call it what you may. He was everything. Strong, handsome, and a skilled hunter. You were helpless about the man 12 years your senior. He left as quickly as you met him, but it wouldn’t be the last time you crossed paths. Far from it. Dean Winchester trusted you, and he would bring you pain, life, heartache, and euphoria in return.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Language, pregnancy, age gap (but nothing ever illegal)

Words: 1,298

July 2006 - 15

1.22 Devil’s Trap

The day Dean Winchester crashed into your life, something changed. A shift. An alignment. Call it what you may.

You never forgot the look on your Bobby’s face as the pair of you heard the rumble of the Impala as it pulled into his salvage yard. He had been enjoying the conversation about the Greek mythology you were learning at school. Bobby’s skin paled and his eyes darkened. He looked defeated.

“Just perfect,” Bobby muttered under his breath as he made his way to the door. You stayed at the kitchen table, comparing your class notes to the lore in Bobby’s journal.

It was Hunter business and your parents wanted you to stay far away from it. They were currently out on a hunt deemed too dangerous for you. You were only allowed on local salt and burns if it wasn’t a school night.

Bobby was your “babysitter” and like an Uncle to you. Also, the only hunter you had known until the Winchesters. His job was to keep you out of trouble and teach you the lore. That’s it. According to your parents ignorance gets you killed, so they trained you like a hunter but didn’t let you into the field. They wanted you to live a normal life.

“Boys, what can I help you with?” Bobby didn’t open the door all the way. One interaction with the Winchesters could rope you into their mess. You’d be marked for life. Doomed by their monsters.

“Our dad.” The husky voice caused you to look up from your homework.

“We think yellow eyes…” Another man’s voice.

“Shit!” Bobby opened the door all the way. The Winchesters walked into your life and they would never leave.

Dean noticed you at the table. “Hi, I’m Dean Winch—“

“That’s Y/N Y/L/N, she’s 15, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring her into your mess,” Bobby barked.

Dean gave him an odd look. “Y/L/N? They had a kid?”

“Yeah, and they’ve done a damn good job keeping her out of this. She ain’t a hunter. She’s a tracker, and only a tracker.” Bobby slammed the books on the kitchen table shut.

“A tracker? I’m Sam by the way.” He reached out and shook your hand.

“I’m well versed in lore and highly skilled at finding cases. I CAN hunt, I’m trained, but I am NOT allowed too.” You sighed.

“It’s not the life for you. Your parents are going to shoot me once they find out you met the Winchesters.” Bobby slumped into his chair.

“Winchesters?” Your eyes grew wide as you took in the two men. “They’re Dean and Sam Winchester? Bobby you never told me you knew them.”

“Because the Winchesters are—“

“Nothing but trouble,” You drawled exasperatingly. “I know, you, and mom and dad, have only told me a million stories.”

“Trouble, why are we trouble?” Dean grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

“Do you really have to ask that Dean?” Bobby raised his eyebrows.

Dean gave you a wink, you blushed. “Come on, Bobby. I’m not as bad as they say.”

“He is,” Sam chuckled.

“Stop that.” Bobby glared at Dean and his boyish smirk at you. “And not that kind of trouble. The kind that can get Y/N killed.”

Dean frowned and got down to business. You forgot about your homework and got your first taste of hunter talk. But Bobby was right. They were trouble. They brought danger wherever they went. And you were unfortunately drawn to it.

That night you met your first demon, Meg. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. And Dean, he was everything. Strong, handsome, and a skilled hunter. Your 15 year old self was helpless about the man 12 years your senior.

The way he smiled was enough for your crush to start. But it was him being impressed by your knowledge and own hunting skills that got you.

He left as quickly as you met him, but it wouldn’t be the last time you crossed paths. Far from it.

Dean Winchester trusted you, and he would bring you pain, life, heartache, and euphoria in return.

April 2015 – 23

Season 10

“Y/N!” Dean honked the horn, impatient. You chucked the offensive pink stick into the trash.

“Fuck.” You mentally kicked yourself, holding back the tears. You were on a hunt, now was not the time. You could cry when you got back to the bunker.

You shuffled through the Gas and Sip, a fog settling over your body. The usual snacks and drinks for the boys were plucked off the shelf. The thought of your usual canned mocha energy drink made you want to run back into the bathroom and throw up what little you had kept down from breakfast.

With a sigh, you grabbed a ginger ale and some animal crackers. You didn’t think it would do any good though, your morning sickness was untamable.

The gas station attendant rang up the purchase while eyeing you up. You had just purchased a pregnancy test from him 5 minutes ago and your snack choices weren’t looking good for you.

You held out hope that it was just a bad stomach flu and that a gas station pregnancy test couldn’t be correct. But, it was still a brand name test no matter where it was purchased.

“Good luck.” The attendant offered a reassuring smile. You grimaced. Oh god, you would need it.

You couldn’t even look the boys in the eye as you slid into the back seat. Especially Dean.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sam, always the perceptive one.

“Yeah.” You held up the ginger ale. “Stomach bug.” He cast you a look of sympathy.

“Let me know if you need me to pull over. I don’t want chocolate chip pancake all over baby.” Dean looked at you through the rearview mirror. His green eyes concerned, for both you and the leather interior of baby.

You slightly gagged at the word baby, but gave him a thumbs up. It was going to be a long hunt.

At some point in the drive you passed out. When you came to rain pattered against the roof and the dash illuminated in the dark. Soft rock spilled from the speakers and baby’s low thrum offered you some solace. You vaguely noticed the smell of the woods, aftershave, and a trace of gasoline enveloping you. Worn leather caressing your exposed skin. Dean’s jacket.

A faint sigh escaped your lips.

“Hey sleeping beauty.” Dean reached around the back of his seat to pat your leg. “Wake up, we’re almost there.”

You slowly sat up, pulling Dean’s jacket on. Shielding yourself against the anxieties looming over you. “How long have I been out?” Your mouth felt fuzzy and your muscles ached.

“About 10 hours. We even stopped for food, you were out.” Dean’s voice was tight. A small flutter began in your heart. He was worried about you.

“We got you soup and salad, but it’s probably cold now.” Sam held out a bag for you.

“Thanks.” The smell of clam chowder invaded your senses and your stomach did a somersault. “Pull over.” You clamped your hand over your mouth. Dean was quick and you threw the door open before dry heaving onto the shoulder of the road.

It hurt. You searched the floor for your ginger ale. Once you sufficiently got rid of the bitter bile coating your tongue, you crawled back into the car.

“Y/N? I think you should sit this one out. Get some rest.” Dean pulled back onto the road. Those green eyes watching you in the mirror once again.

“You’re probably right,” you responded weakly. Maybe a few hunts or all hunts from now on.

This wasn’t a stomach bug. You were pregnant… with Dean Winchester’s baby.

And he didn’t even love you.

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takingacloserlook · 7 years ago

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The Bridge to Nowhere

When Noah first posted this video it was the central discussion point for my colleagues and I for a solid couple of weeks. We were arguing over the many different explanations and theories it had put in our heads. Now, over three years later, I’d like to re-examine it.

After getting a remarkably tame and comparably considerate explantion of Severance from an unlikely source, Noah wanders off into New Jersey, stunned and very angry about being whisked there. There was some temporal disturbance too - Noah ends up going two entire months back in time while he does it. HABIT takes credit for the transportation, which I’m having difficulty believing. At no point has he demonstrated these “talents” before, and I’m more inclined to believe it was done on the part of Firebrand. Or at least, some collaboration of the two.

See, we were very confused about the relationship between HABIT and Firebrand. Firebrand seems to have no true reverence for the...thing, but seems to be comfortable with enlisting his help however briefly. In DEUS EX MACHINA, he attributes his split from the Collective to HABIT - somehow. HABIT claims to be doing this out of the good of his heart, but I am incredibly skeptical - he was very, VERY adamant on Noah drawing the severance symbol for him.

My current theory, based on the words HABIT uses when talking Noah into drawing the symbol, is that he somehow used this symbol to retroactively free Firebrand from the collective. The point that tips me off to this is when he says “and - Noah - I want you, to think about your freedom”. Seems awfully coincidental. I’d like to know HABIT’s motive for freeing Firebrand, but it turns out it may be more simple than expected. HABIT isn’t on the best of terms with the Slender Man - thralls of the monster were set upon him in “MOVING IN”, and he certainly didn’t seem to be on the best of terms in the videos afterward. It’s possible he was just trying to get back at his former “business partner” in some way.

Well, whatever the case, he’s gracious enough to let Noah go unscathed, which is more than I can say for the man in his bathroom behind him. Someone sent me a video from 2012 of a detective named Zeke Strahm that looks almost identical - wound and all - dying on camera after an entire channel’s worth of videos detailing his struggle against these forces.

If this is Zeke Strahm, then it lends credence to HABIT’s possible time manipulation abilities - Zeke died two years before this video was posted.

Noah manages to make it to a 7/11 to presumably take a leak when he finds himself somewhere besides a public restroom. The camera does not react to this new place well - there’s a disturbing tint and noise to everything, and a constant, droning ambiance in the background. Noah seems as put off as we are - he describes the place as “not right” and “unnatural”.

He wanders around for a bit, pursued by some barely-seen tracker who, if we grab some frames, seems to be HABIT, having a nose bleed, filming some ants. He receives a few texts from Firebrand telling him to “find the bridge”. The purpose of this seems to be to get Noah out, and Firebrand knows how it happens because he’s lived it already.

Noah makes it to the bridge after some incredibly off-putting and horrific footage and meets an unexpected visitor - Jeff. Jeff, who died over a year prior, murdered by HABIT. Jeff begs him to not listen to “them” and implores him to kill himself. Before he can offer much of an explanation he runs off, seemingly scared of what’s behind Noah - HABIT.

HABIT is surprised Noah made it into his...HABITAT, and asks him how he got there. Noah doesn’t know. This seems to be a future version of HABIT - he’s wearing different clothes, which is a good indicator about these kind of things. He gets incredibly frustrated with Noah’s indecisiveness about suicide, before composing himself when realizing Noah is filming him on his camera. This just underlines everyone’s belief that everything we truly know and see about the EverymanHYBRID crew is filtered to us through HABIT. He’s the director, even when it’s not his show, and puts on a happy face for the viewer. Disgusting.

HABIT reminds him of what he told him earlier and insists that Noah’s going to do what he told him to do, probably because he’s seen it happen already. He sends Noah on his merry way, and returns to his eternal pursuit of Jeff.

So, what the hell happened? Where did Noah go? Why was Jeff there? Why is HABIT insisting this is “his house”? How did Noah get there?

Let’s get the most obvious answer out of the way - Noah ended up in the “Candleverse”, a turbulent pocket of liminal space outside of the “iterations” the EverymanHYBRID crew seem to be stuck repeating. Whenever they die in their pocket universe - which for some reason, seems to be located entirely within our plane of existence - their souls return to the Candleverse to await the next cycle. We’ve seen brief glimpses of the place before, in strange EverymanHYBRID videos posted for our viewing pleasure by HABIT, but this is the first time an outsider has managed to break in.

And it doesn’t suit him. Noah gets very, very sick while he’s in there, going delirious, obsessively filming, suffering from blood noses and coughing up blood...we’ve received loud and clear that he’s not supposed to be there. But who sent him?

HABIT claims to not be the responsible one, and I believe him. There’s no reason for him to have done so - he’d just finished telling Noah everything he needed to hear and threw him out of his house. He didn’t have anything new to say beyond some foul taunts and a couple of hat re-adjustments. It’s incredibly questionable who could have enough influence over the Candleverse to do such a thing.

The Slender Man could have done it, but it doesn’t seem like something that lines up with what he wants Noah for. He wants Noah to get the journal - it’s why he showed up to “rescue” him from The Order in 2011. Putting him in harm’s way like this isn’t his style. However, HABIT had suggested that as long as Noah was in his house, he was safe from the Administrator, and as soon as Noah leaves, he found himself in another dimension, so it’s suspicious to say the least.

Could it have been Firebrand? Possible, but again, strange. Certainly his texts would suggest that he had a hand in it, but then again he could just be trying to salvage a shitty situation the best way he could. What would he have wanted Noah to travel there for? To get some footage of the Candleverse out into the world? Some vague hope of HABIT divulging more information?

There’s one other possibility I’m open to. Dr. Corenthal himself. The man is clearly not your typical psychiatrist from what I’ve seen in the EMH video “The Property”. He possesses some kind of influence over space, as he was able to carve his own little “Eden” into the nether, and willingly transport Vinnie in and out of it at will. perhaps he wanted to let the world see the Candleverse in all its terrifying, miserable glory, to get some footage out that WASN’T filtered, cut and edited by HABIT. A small little “fuck you” to the cunt. Corenthal’s connection to Noah is very tenuous - the only link is Milo and Mary - but it does seem to line up with his character and what we’ve seen he can do. Perhaps he wanted Noah to meet Jeff, hoping Noah would follow his advice?

Jeff’s appearance here is startling. Who is he referring to when he says “them”? HABIT is a single person, so it’s got to be more complicated than that. Is he referring to HABIT and Firebrand’s unholy alliance? Is he trying to put Noah out of his misery, or hasten his demise? Certainly, killing himself didn’t seem to stop the Collective from bringing Milo into their ranks. Why would it be any different for Noah?

Perhaps Jeff just wanted Noah to stop posting videos. One of the last sightings of Jeff on EMH video he was imploring us to stop watching - seemingly believing our viewership was perpetuating the horror of the Slender Man across the world. I can’t say I’ve found much to prove him wrong, there.

In any case, the videos of Noah’s trip to New Jersey left us horrified and confused, and Noah traumatized. The next we saw him, he was an abject mess - and still is, despite seemingly having been refocused around the release of DEATHTRAPEXODUS when he returned from his trip to the boardwalk - which he still has not finished uploading to the channel. I’m not saying he has an easy life, by any means, but it’s incredibly frustrating and sad to see him cycle in and out of complete and utter misery. Every time I think he’s pulled himself together, he falls apart again. Let’s hope he can upload Milo’s Journal for us before the end of the year. God knows it’s been almost a whole one since he managed to get the damn thing open.

#tribetwelve #everymanHYBRID #HABIT #Noah Maxwell #Firebrand #the Slender Man #the Administrator #the Collective #Bridge to Nowhere #Severance

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orlissa · 7 years ago

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Time After Time ep 7: Suitcases of Memories – Recap (Part 1/2)

Okay, so the rule still stands: I’m translating back from Hungarian, so there could be differences between the actual dialogue and what I’m writing here.

We open with Doug’s men invading Brooke’s lab/home, which they find empty. When they confirm it, John, HG, and Jane enter the building as well, and, led by John, they go down to the basement lab.

John tells them what happened there while he was there, although it is clear no-one really knows what Brooke was working on. Doug reaffirms that no-one’s there—just like Griffin’s place. HG is frustrated, because it means they have no lead on Vanessa’s whereabouts.

Meanwhile Brooke and her henchmen take Vanessa to a big house/mansion upstate, which belonged to Brooke’s family when she was a child. One of Brooke’s people, a black woman named Serena greets them—it’s not really specified what she does, but she is good with computers and kinda acts like Brooke’s second-in-command.

Vanessa tries to tell Brooke to stop, she can still make things right, but she doesn’t really care. She actually enjoys seeing Vanessa afraid. She tells her henchmen to lock Vanessa up.

Back in Brooke’s lab, the team is trying to find some clue. Jane is sitting at the computer, pretty down, saying that everything’s been deleted and she can’t bring the files back, which puzzles her, since Brooke couldn’t have had the time to delete everything. She decides to go upstairs to take a look there as well. As she leaves, Doug’s phone rings, and it’s Martin. It’s actually pretty cute—Doug knows Martin’ll want to talk with HG, but HG doesn’t really know how to operate the phone, so Doug picks it up for him. We see that Martin is in an empty warehouse with the time machine. HG tells him to stay put, he’ll contect him when it’s safe to come back.

John asks where the time machine is, but HG won’t tell him. Doug expresses that he doesn’t trust John and wants him to be locked up so they can focus on Vanessa. HG placates him, saying that “as long as John’s selfish reasons align with theirs, he can be of use to them.” To which John replies that he is needed to do the dirty work. Here HG and John has a short exchange I don’t really understand—I guess the translator messed up some idioms, so it doesn’t really make sense. But the point is that HG warns John not to go too far, because even his patience has its ends.

Back in Brooke’s mansion, she goes to Serena, who’s working on the computer. Brooke asks her if Griffin has made contact, but he hasn’t. Brooke is not concerned: he just wants to act tough. Then they speak about the time machine—thanks to the virus Griffin uploaded in the last ep, Serena can locate it, although she can only tell that it’s in the city, but as soon as it is turned on, she’ll be able to control it and bring it to where they are. But there’s a catch: the virus will delete itself after a day, so they need to act before that.

In the lab, Doug assures HG that the time machine is in a safe place that cannot be found, but HG is still concerned. He wants someone there with Martin; he reasons they can blackmail Brooke with the time machine. Doug and one of his men go to Martin, but another stays to keep an eye on John. Doug also gives HG a device—he has put a tracker on John’s clothes, and HG can track him with that device in case John went missing.

Up in Brooke’s bedroom, Jane doesn’t find anything, but she remarks that Brooke must be really lonely and cold, because she has no personal effects, no photographs, etc., and concludes that something must have happened to Brooke that made her this way. She and HG talk about how they didn’t notice Brooke and Griffin planning something, and HG says “I didn’t suspect either that my friend is a crazed killer.” He asks Jane whether “we can know a person completely.” Jane replies that she’s only know HG for a couple of days, but she trusts him, although she’ll never trust John. HG is glad to hear that, and says that he’s not happy that he had to let John out, but feels like he needs to try new strategies to win—he says that if he wants to free Vanessa, he can’t be choosy over how he does it. Jane assures him that he will not need to do anything immoral.

Downstairs John is looking through some files, when a phone starts to ring in one of the drawers. He picks it up, and it’s Brooke. John tries to get information out of her (what is Project Utopia? How did his DNA end up in 1980?), but Brooke says nothing. He tells John to tell HG that if he wants to see Vanessa alive, he’ll need to give her the time machine. John is frustrated, because he only cares about his part in all of this, while he knows Brooke won’t kill Vanessa either way. After the call ends, Brooke is nonplussed. She tells Serena to keep looking for the time machine, while she gets John and HG to come there.

On the other location, John is about to tell HG about the call, but then one of Brooke’s enhanced henchman appears and attack him and Doug. They struggle, then, hearing the noise, HG rushes down, and as the henchman is trying to strangle John, HG sedates him.

At Brooke’s mansion, Vanessa is down in the basement, locked up (however, she can move around in the basement). A henchman comes to bring her up; Brooke wants to talk with her. Brooke tells Vanessa that her father grew up here and that she spent much time there as a child. Her father last the mansion, but Brooke bought it back, although it’s not under her name. Vanessa asks where Griffin is, but Brooke brushes the question off, saying that he wouldn’t help Vanessa anyway, so why is she asking after him? Vanessa deduces that Brooke is the boss. Brooke says she doesn’t care about emotions, but still, Vanessa tries to get closer to her through emotions, bringing up that both of them grew up without their parents. It doesn’t work. Vanessa points out that they are not their fathers, then asks Brooke what she wants. Brooke reveals that her father didn’t speak up about Anders’ theft of Project Utopia because he died, and so nothing ever came out of Utopia. Vanessa tries to reason that there is no point in Brooke’s plans, as it has all went down and is over, to which Brooke replies that “nothing is over of you have a time machine.” She wants to correct the past to get everything back that was taken from her family. She has her father’s diary to work from—she says everything is actually her father’s plan.

Back in the lab, John and HG talk about how to get info from the henchman. Meanwhile, Jane’s reading some file, and tells the guys that Project Utopia seems to be about gene manipulation—she brings up The Island of Dr. Moreau—she sees the parallels between their reality and HG’s novel. She says that everything HG’s written about is still very much a current issue. John asks about how his DNA got into all this, but HG only says that the only thing he knows that “it has not happened yet.” At this point the henchman starts to come around.

Griffin arrives at Brooke’s mansion. He says he knew she brought the house, but had no idea she’s using it as HQ for her “monsters.” Brooke stops him. He says he’s sorry about what happened the previous day—he got close to Vanessa and made a mistake. Brooke says their lives doesn’t matter—once they have the time machine, everything’ll be different. She says “only this matters now” and hands him their father’s journal. He tells her she matters to him.

In the lab, John is getting ready to torture the henchman. He just randomly selects a bottle and injects its contents into the henchman. The henchman starts to suffer right away, but still won’t talk (John asks about Vanessa’s whereabouts, HG about what the henchman’s task was). To HG’s question, he answers that he was supposed to bring John and him to Brooke, but he won’t tell where Brooke is. John asks HG what to do with him, and he replies “I think we should continue” (meaning the torture). John smiles: “I think you have just entered the grey zone as well.”

HG goes upstairs to Jane. She asks if everything’s alright and HG admits what they did. She tries to reassure him that he is only trying to save Vanessa, but he replies that that is not excuse. She stresses that he is a good man, to which HG changes the topic and asks her if she found anything. She tells him that she didn’t find anything on the net, but, based on the fact that Griffin used to be a soldier, she deduced that his father must have been, too, and with Doug’s help, she discovered that Griffin’s father worked for the Department of Defense (at least I think that’s what they meant). They find at that Griffin’s father created Project Utopia, but it was called off by the government before completion., because the project was deemed unethical and dangerous.

In the mansion, Brooke’s trying to reach her henchman (the one John and HG just tortured), but she is not successful. Then she turns to Selena, who tells her now she knows the time machine is in the Bronx, and now she’ll able to locate it in a couple of minutes.

We’re at the middle of the right now, so… commercial break. Meaning that it’s 1 am here and I’m tired. Hopefully, I’ll be able to finish the ep tomorrow, but now I’m going to bed. Bye! :)

#time after time

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academla · 8 years ago

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Debunking studyblr stereotypes, or something like that

I see a lot of new studyblrs worrying about these things and it really bothers me that these are worries at all. This is not me railing against the many studyblrs who are fortunate enough to have or happen to have all the supposed “studyblr” things, but rather the point of view as a blogger who feels entirely at home, supported, and accepted in the community, and who is also paying for college. I’m opting not to use a read more, because I feel like read mores get disregarded half the time.

To start with, I will unabashedly admit that I use few, if any, of the studying techniques touted by the studyblr community. They just don’t work for me, and that’s cool. I don’t have the time/energy/ability to do mind maps and aesthetic notes, I don’t have the discipline to do pomodoros, and my attempt at bullet journaling failed within a few days. I have a cute school planner, but to be honest as the weeks approached finals I legitimately did not write anything in it.

As for stationery. My current favorite pen is this Paper Mate Write Bros. pen my friend lent me in psych class one day. Yup, you know the ones I’m talking about — the ones that schools stock in bulk because it’s $2 for 12 pens, and $7 for 60. The closest I ever got to “studyblr” was the Pilot G2′s, which I like, but I still far prefer my super cheap alternatives. I also got a giant bag of similar pens (Bic, Paper Mate, and Staples) for free on Freecycle, and I’m 1000% content with that collection. I didn’t buy anything new except $5 worth of bargain school supplies this year (some notebooks and filler paper). I reuse old notebooks to make filler paper. A lot of my binders and folders are dog-eared, but I mean they work. I also like the college-ruled notebooks you can get at like pharmacies and generic brands — no fancy dotted, high quality paper for me! Oh, and I only have Mildliners and Fineliners because a follower sent them to me. I love them, particularly the thought behind them, but I do still revert back to my Bic highlighters and Paper Mate pens. Look, if someone offered to send me stationery (which I don’t need at this point), I would ask for a white-out pen (which I received!! Thank you!), maybe a couple new erasers, a Sharpie or two, and if I’m really splurging, a 60-pack of those Paper Mate pens. (((*cough*mywishlist*cough*))

Now let’s talk electronics. I have a MacBook Pro from 2011 that I received as a gift when I started high school. It’s literally imploding, like each of its functions are gradually falling apart (first the battery went to shit, and now the CD drive doesn’t work). It’s a Mac, but honestly as soon as this one dies — and I intend to stretch out its life as long as humanly possible — I’m going straight for a $200 Chromebook or other PC laptop. Let’s be real, literally all I need it for is to go online and tote around with me, and I don’t even have $500 to spare. Plus, using messages/FaceTime on my Mac slows it down, so there’s no real reason to hold onto the Mac OS X. I bought my iPhone 5s when I was 18 (two years ago) with my own money, paid cash up front. It’s sluggish now, but like my old MacBook, I’m seeing if I can make it last through til grad school. And the idea of having a high quality camera is laughable. I film silly little, hopefully relatable vlogs on my iPhone, edit them, and upload them to Google Drive.

Also, I don’t have succulents; I’d kill them by mistake. I don’t make cute healthy meals; if I make ramen it’s a huge deal. I’ve had the same twin bed and bedsheets MY ENTIRE LIFE and not a single one is white. My desk is a hand-me-down wooden monster and it’s got stains all over it.

Here’s the other important thing. Do I feel remotely bad or envious of studyblrs with all this fancy stationery, who can be so productive? Frankly, no. I think it’s awesome they have everything they need, and that it works for them. But being a studyblr is about SO MUCH MORE than materials and studyspo. I appreciate the “real studyblr” movement that happened a little while ago, but I dislike the divide it created at all. Live and let live, right? The only reason I’d want a pretty new MacBook Air is because it probably isn’t as slow as mine. I wouldn’t reject Muji stationery or pens, but I don’t really feel any desire for them. And much as I admire others for being able to do habit trackers and bullet journaling, it’s not like I sit around wishing I could do it too. I mean, I can watch professional dancers all I want, and appreciate their beauty and ability, but I’m not going to go home and berate myself for not being able to do the same thing. They’re doing what they enjoy doing, same as I do.

MY POINT IS, to all these new studyblrs who are worried that they don’t have what it takes to be a studyblr, BRO DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT. I’m relatively well known and respected in the community, and we’ve just listed all the ways I’ve breached every single fabricated studyblr “rule” — so if I can do that and get away with it, you certainly can too.

#mine #tp #studyblr #studyspo #academlets #long post

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androidmaniaco · 4 years ago

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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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[HR] Carnivore

Carnivore

Nairobi, Kenya, 1870 A.D.

Journal of Matthis Lefavre.

May 21st, First Entry.

Today marks the first day of the hunt. The hunt begins when the first signs of the hunted are discovered. A single footprint, a few broken branches, a fresh kill. Most of the time, very subtle signs that could be completely overlooked by the untrained eye. Although in this particular case, it was anything but subtle. Even now, as I write this, I still struggle to find the words to describe it in this journal. Only one word comes to mind when I think about what I came across that day, carnage. I tightened my grip on the.577 Black Powder Express rifle I had pressed firmly against my shoulder and slowly took in my surroundings.

Approximately 10 meters in front of me lie the mangled form of a large animal, from what I could make of it appeared to be of an adult lioness. Its carcass was crushed into the bloodstained soil, claws still fully extended as it most likely died fighting for its life. The wounds were consistent with many other cases of the hunted kind but with one unique and sadistic difference. Its entire head was ripped from its carcass.

As I moved past the lioness, I noticed that this unfortunate creature was not the only one to suffer such a fate. Strewn across the African soil lie the rest of the pride. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I heard a deep moan from the uprooted tree in the center of the killing field. I slowly made my way toward the source of the noise, rifle held firmly at eye level. When I reached its source, I was surprised to see none other than the king of the pride. The once-mighty creature lay there almost motionless, its great maned head resting on its paws, his wounds deep and his eyes full of pain and fear.

I stood above him and looked upon the once mighty ruler of the African planes, whose roar struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it, who in a matter of seconds was reduced to nothing more than a scared injured cub. My hunt was not for lions that day, otherwise, I would have spared him, yet to leave him alone in that state, to die a slow death while waiting for the pain to end would have been beyond unforgivable. I gave the creature a swift and honorable death with a single slug between the eyes. The loud bang reverberated across the dry plains as birds from nearby trees took to the sky. Then all was silent. All but a single roaring trumpet in the distance.

I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice as I realized that I had just heard the call of what the local villagers called Shetani Tembo. The distant sound had only come from several kilometers away. My human instincts wanted nothing more than to flee that killing field, away from the monster whom slain dozens of villagers and hunters leaving their crushed headless corpses to rot in the hot African sun. Nevertheless, I had a job to do, as I walked toward the source of the noise I took one last look at the male lion. The old king is dead, long live the new king. The hunt was on.

May 22nd, Second day of the hunt.

My name is Matthis Lefavre, born in Burges, Belgium to Alan and Eloise Lefavre. Although I grew up the son of a prominent banker, I never joined the family business. Instead, I enlisted into the military and spent most of my life stationed in the Garrison in the 4th regiment of the French Foreign Legion. It was there in the deserts of the Sahara where my passion for the hunt began.

Years after my service, I served as a guide to wealthy European clients traveling to various places on the vast continent of Africa. Some traders, some tourists, some missionaries and other big game hunters such as myself. It was just a few weeks ago that I received a telegraph about a rogue bull elephant that has been attacking villages in the eastern parts of Kenya just off of the Tanzanian colonies. Reports of entire hunting parties going missing and villages being attacked as women and children flee into the night as they watch the large dark figure trample their huts into the ground in its primal rampage.

Although elephant attacks are rare, they are not unheard of in these parts. On occasion, a wounded elephant will go on a rampage and attack humans and other animals alike and hunting parties will be sent out to euthanize the creature before more damage is done. One thing though did stand out in the case of this creature. It took the heads of its crushed victims and was found on multiple occasions feeding on cattle and humans alike. Given the fact that all elephants are herbivores, this news was most unusual and unsettling. Perhaps some rare disease befell the creature causing it to go mad such as victims of rabies do cause it to lash out and attack anything that moved. To feed on another living creature like an average carnivore had never been recorded in any historical documents anywhere in Europe.

The local tribes’ men called it “Shetani Tembo”. The men of the colonies referred to it as the “Moving Mountain”, or “Chasseur Noir”. The shamans and elders believed it to be possessed by dark spirits which gave it its hunger for flesh and thirst for blood. Even though its sightings were frequent, its appearance remained much to speculation as it only attacked at night and was never seen in broad daylight. Although several descriptions remained consistent. Large tusks that almost touched the ground, darker skin tone, and bulging eyes that seemed to look straight into your soul.

We made camp that night roughly 6 miles from where we found its last kill. As the others slept, I took first watch. The night was filled with sounds of insects and creatures of the night. The mosquitos were so bad that the locals among our hunting party smeared mud across their faces and the backs of their hands to prevent them from being bitten. The youngest of our party a young Frenchmen named Alexandre tossed and turned to swat at his face from time to time as he slept closest to the flames in an attempt to deter the ravenous winged fiends.

I sat rigid back facing the flames of our campfire. A trick I learned in the legion is to never look directly into the flames of a campfire so that your eyes will not adjust to its light but stay tuned to your dark surroundings. Soon afterward I was relieved from my watch from my long-time friend Absko, a local tracker and ingenious hunter who accompanied me on many hunts during my time in Africa. I slept on the ground that night with one hand resting on the butt of my rifle. Ready for anything that may come our way in the night.

May 23rd, Third day of the hunt

I awoke with a start after being awakened by a firm hand being placed on my shoulder. As I took in my surroundings, I saw Absko standing above me. I sat up as I began to recollect my dreams last night.

In my dream, I was once again standing in the killing field where we found the lions. The ground still soaked with blood and the sky glowing red as the sun was setting. I looked around me as to my horror the slaughtered lions were no longer lying prone but standing up surrounding me. Their heads still missing their limbs still contorted into unnatural angles as they all slowly shambled towards me.

I looked in horror as the male lion stood by its tree watching me not with the eyes of a beast but the eyes of a man. Its human-like expression was that of absolute terror. I slowly backed away as something caught my eye in the distance. I shimmering dark shape of a man shrouded in darkness stood far away watching me, its body stood tall and thin, unlike any man I had seen before.

My focus was then directed to the male lion as it suddenly appeared right in front of me, its human eyes bore deep into mine as it uttered a single phrase, “The Night Has Come”. Just as the sun disappeared in the horizon I felt the earth shake as heavy footsteps approached in rapid succession and a deafening trumpet sounded from right behind me and I was struck from behind.

It was after I was struck that I was awakened. I did not tell Absko about this dream nor did I mention it to anyone else. Judging by the forlorn looks on everyone else’s faces I doubted I was the only one who had a fitful sleep that night. We pressed on throughout the day tracking the great beast. Its trail was not hard to miss as entire trees were found uprooted and boulders the size of horses were found overturned in its wake. There was also the presence of dark bloodstains left behind in its tracks, we could not determine if it came from the great beast itself or its most recent kill. Still, we pressed on until nightfall.

We made camp in the clearing of a thick underbrush as to be the least likely place to be attacked by a bull elephant. There were 8 of us altogether, 3 local African tribesmen including Absko, and 5 Europeans including myself. The young Alexandre. A stout and burly Dutchman named Bram who worked as a doctor in one of the nearby colonies. A fellow ex legionnaire named Micheal, and an elderly roman catholic missionary from Portugal whom we called Father Acosta.

Given the rumors of this beast’s origin being of the spiritual nature, he was assigned to our party to give spiritual aid if needed. Most of us were reluctant to take him along given his age and clerical status but to our astonishment, the Elderly Priest not only held his own but appeared barely winded on even the longest stretches of our incursions. He jokingly remarked afterward just because he spent the majority of his time behind a pulpit doesn’t mean he couldn’t out-trek any of us younger men. It was after this that he gained our respect.

It was Bram that took the first watch that night; I stayed awake with him for most of his watch, chatting briefly about our recent findings. “It’s a strange thing really,”, he muttered under his breath in his thickly accented French. “To act in this way, blindly attacking anything that stands in its path is unlike any case I have ever heard of”. I agreed solemnly, what we were going against was unlike anything I have ever heard of during my time in this contentment. Even in even in local legends.

It was then I noticed that unlike last night not a single sound could be heard, not even the mosquitos were found which admittingly is a blessing in disguise. I slept that night with my trusty rifle under my arm only to be greeted by the same dream, the only difference was the black figure of the tall man was much closer than it was before, and the footsteps of the beast seemed to plod consistently throughout the dream, as if “Shetani Tembo” himself stood over my sleeping figure his dark truck slowly reaching for my head.

May 24th, Fourth Day of the Hunt

I awoke again at the same point of the dream as the words once again escape the dead lion’s jaws “The Night Has Come”. As I looked around, I noticed that every member of the party lay in sleep as well. Bodies twisting and turning as they most likely had similar dreams as well. It was then that I noticed that the spot where Micheal slept was empty as the ex-legionnaire was nowhere to be found.

His rifle which never left his hands since the first day of the hunt lay there untouched. I shouted to alert our party as stood abruptly to their feet. “Who was on the last watch last night?” I demanded in anger. Absko motioned his head to the still sleeping form of Alexandre. I woke him up with a swift kick to the ribs. He awoke with a yelp and struggled to stand to his feet. I lifted him by the front of his sweat-stained shirt and yelled, “Where is Micheal”? “I don’t know”, He stammered in a panic. He was right there a second ago. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’m sorry”. I shoved him back and roughly tossed his rifle into his arms. “You, Absko and Bram follow me, everyone else starts packing up camp.”

Not waiting for a reply, I stormed off into the bushes in search of our missing member. The others followed quickly behind. It was not long before we found him, or at least what remained of him. We found his body in a tree, his crumpled form barely recognizable and a steady stream of blood leaked from his neck where his head should have been. “Fils de pute” Bram cursed under his breath as he took in the sight.

Alexandre immediately doubled over and began to vomit profusely at the horrible sight. Absko just stood there his dark eyes never leaving the sight. It was him and myself who were given the task of bringing Micheal lifeless body from the tree and giving him a decent funeral. Father Acosta said a brief prayer and read a brief passage from his Bible. “To everything, there is a season. And a time to every purpose under heaven, a time to be born and a time to die; A time to plant and a time to harvest; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to build up; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance; a time to love and a time to cast away; a time for war and a for and a time of peace…”

We trekked on as the trees began to become less frequent, and the land soon gave way into a vast and dusty planes. It appeared that not much grew here, even the few trees that remained were scarce and in different states of decay. Not even vultures hung on their branches as we moved onwards following the deep footprints of our great beast.

It was close, every once in a while the sound of distant trumpeting could be heard. Every single time it would bring a chill every one of us and Father Acosta would cross himself and mutter a brief prayer in Latin. We were forced to make camp that night out in the open, leaving us feeling exposed. We decided that we should take watch in twos to keep each other awake in the event one of us gave into slumber.

I sat there with Absko, the two of us sat facing away from each other back to back as to prevent either of us from becoming flanked as we had done many nights before during our many other hunts. Not a word was spoken between us as we sat their eyes trained on our surroundings. Nothing was ever needed to be said between us. We have known each other for years, and knew everything about each other.

He knew about my time served with the legion, and my family back home in Belgium. I knew of his wife and daughters back in his home village and how he carried a necklace made from animal bones and colorful stones wherever he went as it was a gift from them after he left to become a guide many years ago. He and I understood each other and respect that allowed us to work together effectively almost without uttering a single word. Together we had hunted down and killed countless dangerous animals varying from man-eating lions to rogue rhinoceroses.

There was something different that night as I no longer felt the sense of security that I usually did with his imposing figure seated behind me. With everything I had seen over the past few days, I felt a real sense of dread creeping into my mind as a brief tremor shook the ground as something large moved into the distance. We were getting closer than ever, and it would only be a matter of time before we would meet “Shetani Tembo” himself.

May 25th, Fifth day of the hunt.

That night my dream was just like it was before. The setting sun, the headless lions, the dark figure in the distance standing even closer than before. This time though it wasn’t the lion who spoke to me, it was the figure of Michel hanging from the tree his head now firmly in place eyes looking directly into mine as the ground shook behind me. “The Night Has Come”.

an angry shout from Absko awakened me. He stood there pacing looking around him in anger and shouting in his tribal tongue. I looked anxiously around me as I noticed our two other African guides were missing, as well as a generous portion of our food and water.

“I should have known this would happen, ” Absko shouted angrily. “Ever since last night, they have been acting suspicious. I knew by the look in their eyes they were cowards but I never once saw the eyes of a thief.” “Fear can make even the strongest men do desperate things,” said Father Acosta, causing me to look wearily at Alexandre who sat there dumbfounded. “Should we run the rascals down?” asked Bram, who instinctively slid a slug into his rifle.

“No , ” I replied firmly. “There is no time, we gather the rest of our supplies and continue the hunt”. Everyone began to comply as we packed up our camp and began to move on. Closer to our target, closer to the monster.

As the hours drew by, we came across what looked to be the dung of an elephant. Absko knelt and let his hand hover over it. “It is still warm,” he said in his usual monotone voice, “that means the beast is close”. A loud trumpet was then heard in the distance. As I listened to the sound, I noticed that it sounded very different from any elephant I had ever heard. It was almost like a mixture of a trumpet and a deep angry roar at the same time. The sound echoed across the planes as something that caught my eye in the distance.

There standing far away was a large dark figure making its way into what appeared to be a canyon which I estimated was a day’s journey away from where we stood. “Merde Merde MERDE”! I heard Alexandre shout as I saw his stagger back and fall onto his backside in shock. I follow his gaze to the droppings as what appeared to be a portion of a human skull grinned out of the pile of elephant feces. There was no denying it. This murderous beast not only removed the heads from the bodies of its prey but devoured them as well.

We made camp on the outskirts of the canyon as Father Acosta and Bram took the first watch. The two conversed while the Dutchman tended to a gash that the priest received on forearm after stumbling over one of the many rocky crevices. “So do you think this beast could be possessed by the devil himself?” Bram asked in a hushed voice. “It is very possible,” Acosta said, he winced as the Doctor roughly tightened the cloth over the open wound. “I don’t believe it is the devil himself but dark forces are certainly at work in this land”.

He inspected the Doctor’s work thoughtfully and then once again picked up Michael's rifle, whom he now carried as if it were his own. “The father of Evil is described in scripture as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour”. He nodded grimly in the entrance's direction to the rocky passage. “Sound familiar”?

Bram nodded while twisting a stone necklace he wore around his neck. “I’m not exactly sure why an alleged herbivore would suddenly take to eating meat.” He said. “It could be pathological or related to the animal’s nutritional deficiencies in salt, iron or protein.” “Either way,” said the Priest, “These are dark times, and it is in those times where men need to stick together, a chord of one strand is easily broken but a chord of multiple strands is not.” Bram smiled as the Priest’s quote of scripture seemed to have some positive effect on his mood.

That all changed when a bellowing roar sounded from the entrance of the canyon. I immediately stood to my feet and aimed at the darkness. We all stood in a circle facing the darkness, rifles in hands, bodies ridged, eyes unblinking. The horrible trumpeting roar came again as a sudden gust of wind smothered the embers of our fire and we were suddenly shrouded in darkness. The night was silent and we could hear nothing but our heavy breaths. It was then that the slow but steady sound of footsteps began to move in our direction.

“The beast is heading right for us,” Bram said with fear in his voice. “Stand firm” I commanded the group, “If we stand together we can make it out of alive”. The ground shook as the footsteps began to get closer and closer. “Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu” Alexandre began to shout. “Be quiet!” I said in a hushed tone. “He knows where we are, Mon Dieu, I don’t want to die” He shouted as a deafening roar pierced the night.

Alexandre suddenly broke off from his position and began to run off into the night. “Stop you fool” Acosta shouted as he began to run after him. Absko reached out and grabbed the priest by the shoulder. “There is nothing we can do for him now,” he said, “He made his choice”. The heavy footsteps began to pick up speed as they followed in the direction of the fleeing Frenchman.

I aimed and fired into its direction as the night was suddenly lit up for a split second as the muzzle flashed. We saw the beast, for only a moment and the sight of it caused every muscle in my body to tense up. It was massive, from head to toe, its tusks long and pointed forwards, its leathery dark skin was a myriad of scar tissue from large claw marks to singular bullet wounds. The shafts of several spears were also seen still protruding from the great beasts hide.

The great footsteps continued with great speed as the beast continued to give chase. We listened in terror as the young man began to scream as the great beast eventually caught up to him. I quickly loaded my rifle as fast as I could as the screams intensified. Then just like that, the distant screams were suddenly cut short as the night was once again made silent as the grave. “We can’t stay in the open like this, ” whispered Absko. “Agreed” I replied, “We can’t stay here”.

A deep throaty roar then broke the silence as the heavy footsteps began to move back in our direction. “Quickly” I shouted, “Into the canyon”. Then abandoning the remainder of our supplies, we broke off in a sprint to the rocky outcropping. The footsteps thundered after us gaining speed.

We all made our way through the entrance as we blindly fumbled over the rocky terrain. The charging elephant did not slow down we heard the sound rocks crushing under its heavy feet as it made its way through the entrance. I then heard a surprised shout as I saw the figure of Father Acosta crumple to the ground, having lost his footing he now struggled to get back to his feet. “Matthis, Absko cover me” shouted Bram as he turned around and began to make his way to our fallen comrade. I once again raised my rifle and aimed in the direction of the footsteps. The resounding boom rattled my eardrums as the sound of the gunshot reverberated off of the stone walls of the passage. Once again I caught a glimpse of the beast, this time I knew for sure that I had hit my mark.

It bellowed in pain as I knelt to begin to reload my rifle. Behind me, Absko fired another slug in the direction of the creature. Having been paying attention to the location of the beast after my muzzle flash, his slug also hit its mark. The gigantic Bull Elephant just kept coming. Bram now had Father Acosta’s arm thrown over his shoulder and was assisting the old priest who was limping badly.

“They are never going to make it unless we draw the beast away from them” Shouted Absko. As he said this my mind immediately went to the flare gun, I kept in my pocket. I reached for it and pulled back the hammer. I made aim for the threshold between our two comrades and the charging elephant and pulled the trigger. The light flashed so bright I had to blink several times before I was able to see again.

It flew over Bram’s shoulder and bounced across the ground behind him. It was then for the first time that I fully saw the beast with my own eyes. It slowed to a stop, its bulging eyes looking at the strange glowing object in front of its face. Its long trunk curiously twitched in-between its long, freshly bloodstained tusks. Its shadow behind it in the flickering light danced across the rocky walls making the already massive beast look even more physically imposing.

Absko then shook me out of my daze. I looked behind me with a start and noticed that Bram and Father Acosta had made their way past us and were running toward the opening of what appeared to be a large cavern. Before I made my way back, I looked one last time into the eyes of the beast. I saw a hunger in those eyes unlike I had ever seen even in the eyes of the fiercest of carnivores.

I then made my hasty retreat to the cave’s entrance. Safe from the reach of the monstrosity behind us. None of us slept that night.

May 26th, Sixth day of the hunt.

As the light began to pour into the entrance of the cave, we slowly made our way outside. With rifles firmly pressed to our shoulders, we quickly scanned our surroundings. The beast was nowhere in sight.

“We were foolish to follow the beast this far” Absko said. “It knew we were coming, it wanted us to follow it here”. “We fell right into its trap” Bram muttered darkly as he tended to Father Acostas swollen ankle. Absko, and I scouted ahead to see if the coast was clear at the entrance of the canyon We were greeted by none other than the beast itself. It sat there almost motionless at the entrance as if waiting for us to dash for the exit.

We slowly made our retreat back to the cave entrance and updated the others of our findings. “Things got us cornered like a rat,” I said grimly. “Running away or sneaking past is not an option.” Father Acosta spoke up. “All of our food and water was left at the camp”.

We sat there pondering in silence for a minute. “We have no choice, we have at least 6 hours left of daylight, when night falls that is when the great beast will make his move.” I barked. “To make it out of here alive, we need to make a stand.”

May 27th, Seventh day of the hunt.

After spending the day preparing for our last stand, the four of us took shifts sleeping and keeping watch. For most of us, it had been 48 hours since the last time we slept so we needed to gather as much strength as we could. I offered to take the first watch but Absko insisted that I get some rest.

As fatigue and exhaustion eventually overtook me, I found myself, like every other night standing by that same tree. The headless lions, the blood-red sky, the male lion standing before me. This time was different though. Hanging from the tree were the crushed and headless bodies of the other members of the party. Bram, Father Acosta, Micheal, Even young Alexandre. My eyes darted back to where the lions were standing only to find that the creatures had vanished. The tall shrouded figure stood right before at an arm's length away. Its eyes the same sad eyes of the lion had in previous dreams. Those eyes, full of pain. Full of sadness. The earth began to shake as “Shetani Tembos familiar trumpet roared behind me.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself face to face with Absko he held a finger to his lips without making a sound. We both crouched behind a stone and looked into the darkness. Just ahead was the great demon elephant making its way through the valley. Its tusks glinted in the moonlight, its trunk curiously feeling among the stones. “Wake the others and get into position”. I whispered as Absko slipped away into the night.

Eventually, one after the other, the remaining three members of our hunting party gave their signals that they were in position. Father Acosta at the entrance of the cave, Absko and Bram on a ledge near the top of the rocky crevice, and I positioned at ground level with the beast. I aimed the lumbering bulk; it was too far away to make a decent shot. The .577 Black Powder Express could drop a full-grown elephant in its tracks, but at this distance in the dark, it was not guaranteed. I looked over to Father Acosta who also had the beast in his sights. He was in a much better position to take the shot. The great mass than stopped in its track, the sound it its trunk snuffing loudly and it began to move into the priest’s direction. Things were all going according to plan.

A loud boom resonated across the valley as Father Acosta’s muzzle flashed. The beast lurched forward not even slowing for a second toward the priest who had turned and ran making his way to the entrance of the cave. Once the beast reached the mouth of the cave and the priest was out of range, Bram and Absko made their move.

A large log sat above the cave entrance wedged against a pile of boulders we spent most of the day piling against it. Both men began to roll a large boulder intended to knock the log out from underneath, letting loose the flurry of stones upon the great beast. The boulder let loose, crashing hard against the log, but much to my horror, the log didn’t budge. A sharp cry then broke out as the elephant began to drag Father Acosta out of the cave with its great serpent-like trunk.

I cursed under my breath. This was not part of the plan. The stubborn priest’s previous injuries must have been more of a handicap than he let on. I watched in horror as Father Acosta reached out desperately grasping at anything he could to hold on to. At the rate, he was being dragged I have no doubt his fingers were being torn to the bone. Just then another gunshot broke out.

I looked up to see Bram standing at the edge of the cliff, kneeling to load another slug into his rifle. The elephant jolted in pain and and effortlessly tossed the priest against the rocky wall. Just then a loud crack broke out as the log suddenly gave way. Bram still knelt after just finishing loading his rifle as the boulders began to bounce in his direction. By the time he looked up, it was already too late.

A large slab hit him in his midsection and he was sent spiraling off of the cliffs face. A large dust cloud was kicked up as the large boulders crashed down upon the beast. The elephant cried out in a mix of anger and surprise, and he was pelted over again by the falling stones. As the dust settled, my heart began to race as I desperately began to scan the rubble in search of my friends. Bram lay face down just at the mouth of the cave, but there were no signs of Absko nor the priest.

Just then slowly the rocks began to fall away as the great beast shook himself free of the fallen stones and began to move toward the fallen doctor. Bram sat up groggily and began to lift his rifle, but the beast was already upon him. With a great swipe from its trunk, it knocked Bram back a few feet; the rifle flew from his grasp.

I watched in terror, wanting desperately to leave my post and rush to my friend’s aid but there was nothing I could do. I was too far away to make a decent shot. All I could do was watch as the beast lifted one of his large legs and with a heavy stomp, snuffed the life out of the Dutchmen. Bram did not scream as the others did; Instead ,he sat there staring the beast in the eye with a look of defiance. Courageous from the beginning to the end.

It was then the beast looked in my direction, seeing me standing in the open with almost no cover. It reared up on its hind legs trumpeting loudly as if ushering a challenge. I just stood there, still as a corpse and as silent as the grave. The ground shook as it charged in my direction. Head low, tusks pointed forward and ears flapping like the sales of a ship in the wind.

Just a few steps closer and this beast would be in range, I aimed with my rifle and aimed right between the tusks. The beast let out a low growl as it quickly closed the threshold between the two of us. I didn’t take the shot. Not having enough time to reload or take cover, I knew that this had to be the killing blow. Only one of us would walk away from this fight tonight, the man or the beast.

Just as the beast was only several meters away from me a bright red light flashed from behind us as Absko took fired the last remaining flair from his spot on the cliff lighting up the entire canyon in a red glow. I could see the beast now clear as day, Its dark scarred flesh, its blood-stained tusk, its long serpentine trunk and its dark bulging eyes that bore into me like knives. It reminded me of my dream that very first night, the earth-shaking, the blood-red sky, the billowing trumpet. Only this time, I stood facing the beast head-on. I squeezed the trigger.

The slug bore deep into the elephant’s skull as the great beast let out a pained cry. Its two front legs gave way as the beast fell to the ground. I dove to the side as the fallen monster skidded to a stop tusks merely inches from my exposed chest. I stood to my feet and took in the whole sight. The beast lay still, its only movement coming from its heaving chest as it took its final breaths. Its trunk moved lazily across the ground like a dying snake and its eyes slowly moved to where I was standing.

I stared in wonder as I noticed the eyes were different now, it was not hatred in the eyes of the beast, nor anger or hunger, but relief. The beast took its last breath and just like that, the great Satani Tembo was dead.

June 1st, Final entry.

The following is what took place after the last day of the hunt.

The next morning that followed our last stand, we took the time to examine the body of the great beast. To our surprise, what we thought was just an average overgrown bull elephant seemed to be everything but average. At a closer glance in broad daylight, our party discovered strange carvings in its giant tusks and the flesh around its eyes. There were strange markings also cut into the flesh of its feet as well.

Absko and Father Acosta both confirmed that these markings were symbols of dark power and could very well be the work of a powerful witch doctor. Absko refused to translate the strange symbols for us and Father Acosta strongly insisted that we burn the body to ensure no dark forces would be able to use its vessel again. We burned the beast that same day saving nothing but its tail to bring to the village elders as proof of its demise.

We buried the remains of Bram at the entrance of the cave with all of his belongings. Father Acosta kept the bone necklace the doctor always wore and hung it next to the cross that hung over his heart. He told us it was given as a gift to the doctor by one of the many people whose lives he saved from sickness and disease. Each stone represented a child in that village who would not be alive if it were not for him. The priest wore that necklace until the end of his days to remember the man who gave his life so that we may live on.

Absko returned to his home village, claiming that it was time for him to return to his wife and daughters. With the great beast gone he could rest easy knowing that his loved ones were safe. I bid my friend farewell, and he left without a word. No words needed to be spoken between us, we both knew that this would not be the last we would see of each other. As long as there were beasts that hungered for human flesh and dark forces still unknown to man, the hunt was never truly over.

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Journal of Peeta Mellark-Taming of the mutt

October 3rd 75 ADD

who is the mutt? Is it totally foreign to me? I engage I deep conversations and see that the mutt isn't hate but searing pain itbwants to kill katniss so the pain will go away. It is wild, Tracker jacker blue, has horns, and a multitude of wounds, like an undead, it is leaking Jacker venom from its finger nails. I try to reach it and it says it did everything it did to keep me safe and roars. I hug it and it merges into me. As it melts into me many memories emerge and I realize that the capital beat me to the ruins of Peeta, it gutted them leaving only fear, determination, it's a shell. I am desperate for any part of Peeta so I need it with me. After the shiny memories pass unshiny memories emerge that of talking back to my mother, memories of my mother emerge and a hatred and desire to kill her hidden in me feels old. I also beat the crap out of a bully in elementary school. He went to the hospital, could not go to school for 2 months. His name was Phineas something. It was when I was 12? I once almost killed Myrna when she was about to burn me with metal tongs. I am afraid of spiders. I burned myself on the stove and my mom told me I was an Idiot. I am afraid of enclosed spaces. It has a fea memories associated with fear, and pain. The hijacking targeted fear and so my fear, became the mutt. It is more aniimalistic The most painful memories were accesed It emerges that this side of me had been denied all my life and had been abused by the capital. It is my inner demon. It also shows determination to survive but feels a more abstract injury that my spirit was taken from me, this pain existed long before I was hijacked. It felt forced to conform to survive to wear many masks. I have had to beg for food, lie convincingly, Myrna even made me bash myself for food. I want people to like me, I have sacrificed too much for that end. I felt Katniss said something about being a peice in games and I sort of remember a very shiny and gutted memory. I decide to fulfill it rather then have it be manipulated by anyone else, what if I didn't play by the rules for once? But I must face the facts I choked Katniss and I alone. The modification was specific it was the face of my transformation but it was not the actor, the venom had clear physical effects on my body, the impact on my memory was not natural. However in my mind It appears not like it appeared before everything but with loads of Tracker jacker stings, and slightly purple from the venom, it was twisted and it too lost large amounts of memories turned into but a machine mutated by the capital. But I wasn't as nice a person as everyone says I was. Though I saw my nice side die, it was real but it wasn't all that was there. By making peace with my monster I now remember more of my mother then I do my father. I also felt guilt for this monsters presence when I was Peeta but fusing with the monster removes something off my chest even with my memories fragmented. When I was mutated it erased as much of even my monster but forgiving it made the material that the mutts was made out of betray the capital it no longer had any of Peeta to sustain it, but it is still a mutation it is just my mutation, a tormented feral mutation, I am a mutation and what features it has became my own. My nightmares are now more frequent they are no longer of “only losing her” but it is worth it. its the only side of Peeta willing to give itself to me . A weird effect is I got a paper cut and felt nothing. I am desensitized to pain. As Myrna Mellark the witch said, “Mellarks never give up." I clearly am stubborn, capable of taking great pain, I trust nobody, deep down I am a rebel. I am ashamed at my timid nature and having to debase myself for those with power over me. I can work with this.

Katniss has many thoughts on what she just read and ponders

Katniss thinks about how Peeta once viewed her as a source of safety and hope and feels self hatred for not being able to protect Peeta, she hears Morphling Peeta in her head say as he did to Haymitch “only I can protect me”. She tries to remember who Phineus is. Phineus Chance was the tribute for the 70th hunger games he was reaped right after he left the hospital. He was known to be the neighborhood bully and he was from the seam a descendent of rebels from the Dark days. He got 7th place in the games before being killed by the game makers fireball. Katniss remembered playing with Phineus as children. It was never revealed how he got those injuries but Katniss never imagined that it was Peeta that caused those injuries. Katniss also remembers what the doctors told her about the parts of Peeta’s amygdala swelling from the effects of Jacker venom after being suffocated. Katniss also remembers Peeta killing a spider in school when he was 13, she remembers Peeta freaking out about Spiders when Peeta rested with Katniss after she was injured by the fence. Katniss always hated the witch and thinks that Myrna is an appropriate name for her. With The description of Peeta’s demon as blue Katniss wonders if Peeta really did appear blue during his hijacking. After Peeta killed the tracker jacker nests in 13 he returned with a blueish tinge that lasted for 2 days. Katniss also recalls that after she killed Glimmer her warts sometimes appeared a light faint blue. Finally she rages at Delly, it was Delly who convinced Peeta that it was over, that he would never be Peeta, again, to give up, even if Katniss believed Peeta lost, that before Peeta made an effort not to scavenge his ruins for useful material but to rebuild as himself, had given her comfort at the time even if she didn’t realize it. Because of Delly leaving Peeta, Peeta began talking about himself in the 3rd person, told Gale that “the rescue came too late for Peeta.” Boggs that “Peeta got what he deserved.” Peeta had no self to build off of, only scavenge for useful materials. She would never forgive Delly for this, Katniss imagined what it would be like after her memories destroyed, thinking her past belonged to a person who died, with the present belonging to a shell left with the scraps.

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Meryl Streep says she was not "deliberately silent" about Harvey Weinstein

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Meryl Streep says she was not "deliberately silent" about Harvey Weinstein

Meryl Streep has responded to criticism from Rose McGowan regarding her work with Harvey Weinstein.

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In a tweet which has since been deleted, Rose said: “Actresses, like Meryl Streep, who happily worked for The Pig Monster, are wearing black @goldenglobes in a silent protest. YOUR SILENCE is THE problem. You’ll accept a fake award breathlessly & affect no real chance. I despise your hypocrisy. Maybe you should all wear Marchesa.” Rose is one of the women who accused Harvey of sexual assault.

Meryl responded with a statement sent to Huffington Post, where she explains how she was unaware of Weinstein’s misdeeds.

“It hurt to be attacked by Rose McGowan in banner headlines this weekend, but I want to let her know I did not know about Weinstein’s crimes, not in the 90s when he attacked her, or through subsequent decades when he proceeded to attack others.

“I wasn’t deliberately silent. I didn’t know. I don’t tacitly approve of rape. I didn’t know. I don’t like young women being assaulted. I didn’t know this was happening.

“I don’t know where Harvey lives, nor has he ever been to my home.

I have never in my life been invited to his hotel room.”

She added that they are both “together with all the women in our business, standing in defiance of the same implacable foe: a status quo that wants so badly to return to the bad old days, the old ways where women were used, abused and refused entry into the decision-making, top levels of the industry”

Meryl, we salute you for speaking out.

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