SmilingPanda19
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Victor smiles happy as he sits up. He watches her go over and turn off the recording he frowns. They can’t just have a wonderful moment together without someone getting in the way… he looks to the screens and stands up, walking over to look at the tributes while they argue. He leans against the button board. @Experience the little red light is still blinking showing the camera is still recording and broadcasting, but they don’t know that… they all are still on camera
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He closes his eyes and wraps his arms around behind her waist, pushing back on the couch and she is half leaning on him. Her arms fall over his shoulders and he holds the kiss for a moment. This isn’t something to be wasted. He pulls her close enjoying it. It seems like forever to everyone in the area even though it only seems like a second to him. He pulls away slowly smiling at her. @Edema Rue
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I’d totally be willing to revive this
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He pulls her closer pressing his cheek against her hand. He stares right back at her, smiling softly at the beautiful look in her eyes. He takes his hand and pulls hers off his cheek, pecking the back of it lightly. He whispers slightly “You don’t have to… you’re my queen. Queens get whatever they want.”
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He blushes a crimson red. “Shhhh…” He turns to Siylna. He knows how uncomfortable touch makes her. He can’t possibly relate, he needs touch to feel love. Asking her to play with his hair or hold his hand is a stretch as is. It doesn’t matter, he will live, as long as she is happy. “Elan be quiet. Stop bothering her you useless fool.” He turns him getting snappy.
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He shakes his head. “Your crazy… I would never…” he takes another sip if his coffee leaning against her. (was supposed to post before) he follows behind her over next to Calliope, he just glares at Elan. Reminds me of my mother… what a… special woman He sips his coffee down, making his anxious overstimulated trembling and fidgeting worse, but he loves the brutal bitter taste of black coffee.
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The polls are being funky. I tried to delete my old poll and make a new one on Threnodite Hunger Games and it won’t let people vote. Not sure what to do.
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He jumps with a squeak, moving closer to Siylna. He straightens his suit quickly and clears his throat.
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The little white blips get closer to all the tributes until they land on the ground in front of these tributes @The Wandering Wizard @Argenti @Canada Lover @SymphonianBookworm @Kajsa :) @Ravenclawjedi42 @AN020C @Lord Spirit @Experience They turn out to be white balloons carrying a chocolate chip cookie with a picture of one of the faceless creatures giving a thumbs up next to Laurellen. It also reads “Thanks for being my best friend!” (thanks for voting yes to Wiz living!) GMHQ Victor walks in, he straightens his yellow suit and fixes his wet hair from bathing. He coughs slightly, covering his mouth with his hand. Coffee soaks into his throat as he takes a sip. The mug shakes with his trembling hands. “Hello dear.” He mumbles quietly.
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A wind starts to blow through the trees, ruffling All the leaves and blowing them around. A cool breeze, almost refreshing to all the tributes. a voice comes over the speaker. ”Hello Hello Hello! My dear friends we’ve got much to do. Much to do. It’s been 24 hours and I think some of you deserve a treat. Make sure you enjoy it before you all die!” It clicks off. A holographic picture of Victor in his yellow suit and way too wide grin appears in the sky for a moment before disappearing. In the wind little blips of white start to float through the sky.
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Had a rough day. Can't really sit still right now. Struggling to focus. Didn't get enough sleep. Just wanted to leave yinz with a little message. Make sure you remember to drink water, get sleep, and eat food.
I know I'm not exactly loving myself right now and I know I might sound like a hypocrite, but please go love yourself. I know its hard. Its really really really hard to love yourself. I expect perfection of myself and it has come back to bite me horribly. Stand in front of the mirror a thousand times and say it to yourself over and over. Here's what I need to tell myself honestly.
I am trying.
I see that I am trying.
I am doing my best.
But life sometimes gets the best of me.
I want to love myself.
But its hard to love something you hate.
But others love me, so I should love me too.
I am loved by a wonderful God.
I should also love myself.
Beauty standards change day in and day out.
But my faith remains the same.
I may be soaked with tears, but tears do dry.
I might be shaking with fear, but darkness only lasts for some time.
I am holding myself here because I'm scared to see the other side.
I need to let go, be vunerable, less skeptical, and more hopeful.
Stop boxing yourself in.
You're not just the word pessimist, you're a person who struggles to love more than hate.
You're not just the word introvert, you're a person who wishes they were alone so they could feel less lonely.
You're not just the word therapist, you're a person who would rather suffer instead of others.
You're not just the word perfectionist, you're a person who is afraid to try and when you do, afraid to fail.
You're not just the word people pleaser, you're a person who places joy in other peoples joy.
You're not just the word deep, you're a person who has though the hardest thoughts.
But.
These do not define you.
You are not defined by your looks.
You are not defined by your name.
You are not defined by your body.
You are not defined by your shame.
You are not defined by how you cope.
You are not defined by your fame.
You are not defined by your friends.
You are not defined by your family.
You are not defined by your grades.
You are not defined by your job.
You are not defined by the words that people call you, good or bad.
You find your identity in your Lord, in your creator, and the beauty of the creation.
I don't know who needed to hear that, but I needed to tell myself that. Thank you for listening. Have a great night everyone. Gn.
Panda out.
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A slow single drip of rain starts to fall from the sky above them, trickling down on leaves and off one leaf into their water bottle. It will take a couple minutes, but they should have a small glass.
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@Edema Rue
