SmilingPanda19
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The cornucopia has been picked clean and the faceless creatures roam aimlessly in the area.
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Victor stands in his quarters in front of the mirror. He runs his hand through his dark brown hair. He frowns a little at his appearance, that scar on his face he deeply hates. His yellow suit is ironed perfectly and fits him quite well. He picks up his golden scepter and walks out the door early in the morning. He walks out of the hall and looks into the Gamemaker room to see nobody there. He frowns and walks back to the hall filled with the six head gamemakers quarters. He notices the tape over Herman’s door at the end of the long hallway. How lovely… He walks over to the door, peaking in the room for a moment. The crime scene is still fresh, but he doesn’t seem frightened of it. He doesn’t seem to show an emotion at all in fact. He only does that when certain people are around… He sighs and walks back down to the end of hallway. He takes a deep breath and slams his scepter into the floor three times. “GOOD MORNING SUNSHINES!” His wide grins spreads from ear to ear as he wakes up the gamemakers with the slam of his scepter and shout of his roaring voice. @Edema Rue @Ancient Elantrian @Lotus Blossom @witisthebest
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I’m fine with it too, but I’m really busy as is and I don’t want to be asked to do it because I know I won’t say no and my life is already stressful and I’m living in constant break downs -thumbs up-
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“All gone…” he whispers, repeating her. A slight sniffle, like he’s a little kid again. That same innocence, except this time his disappointment of a father isn’t there tending to him, it’s the most wonderful woman in the whole entire world. “and we will be on top of the world…”
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A little beep goes off and Elsie’s no longer broadcasting to the whole arena. Silly ain’t it? Everyone knows the man who calls himself Victor Forlin is actually the sweet little gamemakers boy, Cassian Bonswear, except him. “I love you too…” his voice was still on camera, recorder still recording and broadcasting across the whole arena. @Experience
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He feels tears start to drip and he wraps his arms over her shoulder pulling himself over her so he can hide his face in the crook of her neck. But what he didn’t know is that the camera has a perfect view of his face. They can see he remembers and just as that glimpse is there it fades. Gone like it never happened almost. He sobs into her neck. I am Victor Forlin, Son of Eddie Forlin… The soon to be greatest Gamemaker of all time…
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All cameras previously on them shut off to the public and go private.
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He just stares at her terrified, his lip quivering. His eyes shifting from brown to gold. “But-But-“
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He is staring at the screen, she would have heard Elsie say his name, questioning him and he is fumbling for words. He knows too much. “I-I…” He brings his hand up to his face and feels the scar across his forehead and looks down at his hands, his eyes starting to blur a bit on the edges. Blood. Blood on his hand. It’s all there. Dipped in colorful paint and sprinkled with crimson blood. He feels a sunflower petal fall into his hands. Amyra… He blinks and the blood, paint, and sunflower is gone just him staring right at Elsie through the screen. ”My Da-“
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Victor pauses and stares at the screen his eyes loose their gold color for a moment, going a brown. That name… Cassian Bonswear… Why was it so familiar. He looks into her eyes and sees a little girl. “El?” He can’t look away. He almost feel his body get younger in years going back 5 years. There she was. The most beautiful little girl in all of district 12. Her laugh was sweet and her eye’s mesmerized him. Something about the sound of her voice brought warmth to his heart in that moment and he just felt this click. And if the world was perfect I’d be held in your embrace… His eyes start to fade back to gold. His age suddenly going up in years, his scars coming back, his pain, his hurt, and his tragedy. He holds his mouth open trying to say something but can’t muster words.
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He saw someone screaming at the cameras and he leans over looking into it… who was that… something seemed… familiar He, without looking, clicks a button that is supposed to turn her voice on so only he can hear it at his computer, but he clicks the wrong one. Instead it blasts loud through the whole arena and the Gamemaker headquarters.
