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He squeaks a little, pulling himself close together awkwardly. “I…” He fidgets with his hand. He bites his lip. “Okay.” He sits back.
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He smiles at her laugh, he loves it when she laughs. He holds her hand close to him. “I like it too…” he trails off just staring at her for a moment. He takes a breath, his voice shaky again suddenly. “About the murderer though- you know what will happen if someone’s not responsible-“
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He nods nervously. He squeezes her hand and lays his head on her shoulder. As long as she is here, I’ll be okay. “Mhm.” He mumbles. “Enjoy the moment, on top of the world… we’ve got this.”
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Victor shifts uncomfortable. “She is out of these games… no need to remind me…” He mumbles.
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Victor sits anxiously next to Siylna. He bounces his leg and fiddles with his hands. His yellow suit shifts awkwardly. “….” he looks around, overstimulated but hiding it the best he can. He was still brewing with anger, who was stupid enough to risk all their lives on a murder? Someone was going to pay for this.
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The creature screeches and falls on its side. It claws at at him aggressively with its fingers and dagger, trying to draw blood.
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The faceless creature whips its head around unnaturally, a complete 180. It holds up its dagger, a swift almost robotic bend of the elbow and it starts charging towards you to defend its treasures. The closer it gets to you the louder it gets, starting to draw the attention of the shades. @Lord Spirit
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ITS UP EVERYONE!
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The day of the games has arrived… The Gamemakers all sit in the gamemaker headquarters. The front of the room is filled with flashing lights and beeping noises. Keyboards click and peoples chatter takes up the majority of the air space. The room is booming with action. It's 7 am. The games are about to begin and everyone is giggling with anticipation. The arena has appeared on the multiple screens on display throughout the room so everyone can get a clear view. . The back of the gamemaker room has been redesigned. Its previous blue, white, and gray theme has been changed to a more sophisticated look. The walls were redone into a fine African Blackwood with black and gray painted sections covered in priceless paintings of all shapes and sizes, and Black Marquina marble flooring installed along the main floor. Dark brown leather chairs sit on a circular raised platform in the center back of the room around an oval shaped African Blackwood coffee table that’s encased in clear resin. The front of the room is covered in technology and busy gamemakers working away at the games, and yet the back of the room has a pool table and bells to ring for tea. Nobody is allowed here except for the top six gamemakers. Golden chandeliers hang and warm flickering candles rest on the walls to light the side of the room with a more old fashioned feel. One could call it, for lack of a more descriptive word, charming. Along in each of their fancy leather chairs with their fancy cups of tea and their expensive clothes sit the gamemakers. Each in order of importance from left to right around the table. Siylna takes the far left and then Victor, Herman, Calliope, Kaa, and finally Elan on the far right. The clink of fine china sounds throughout the whole room as the gamemakers settle into their seats, practically dripping with excitement. Victor sits uneasily in his chair, shifting at every squeaky sound and every clank of a cup. He pulls his head back a little bit towards his shoulder uncomfortably as his hands fidget with the bounce of his leg. Siylna looks up from behind several screens. She continues tapping buttons, but winks at Victor. “We’re doing this,” she says, “and we’re going to do it right.” Victor nods half heartedly. “I know, you're right, love. You’re always right.” He looks over at the other gamemakers, it is way too loud in here and way too chaotic for such an early hour, at least for Victor. Callie laughed and stood up, walking over to pour herself another drink. She picked up the cue stick next to the pool table, and leaned over casually to hit in a few billiard balls. “This will be fun,” she said to the other gamemakers, smiling as she set down the cue stick. Siylna laughed and followed her over. “Oh, I know.” She grabbed her own stick and carefully hit a ball. Kaa stares blankly at the screens, watching that everything goes according to plan while the other gamemakers dilly dally with their silly games. “Tell them to come sit down, the games are about to begin.” He mutters to Elan. Elan is sitting sipping his tea next to him with a way too wide grin on his face. “There’s not much to see… nothing at all. Nothing to call them for.” He breaks our into a giggle only a madman can produce. Of course the blind man is going to be useless to him. Kaa rolls his eyes and just looks back to the screen, if they were going to be children he’ll throw them in with all the rest unless they start acting like the adults they are. Everyone finally settles down into their seats after a few minutes of bickering and chitter chatter. Practically sitting on the edge as the countdown finally begins. 60… 59… 58… 57… Just as Callie was about to sit down, she noticed Herman wasn’t there. Drink in hand, she briskly walked to the door. All the others were so invested in the countdown. Before she turned around, the gamemakers caught the hint of a smile. Then, in a moment, it disappeared, and she slammed the door behind her. 56… 54… 53… 52… 51… 50… 49… Calliope broke out into a run. She made it to Herman’s room, and knocked on the door. 48… 47… 46… 45… 44… No answer. Calliope banged on the door with her fists. 43… 42… 41… 40… The tributes are raised through the tubes in the ground, trackers implanted into their arms as they enter the arena. 39… 38… 37… 36… 35… It wouldn’t open, so she turned to her side and tried to push through, fidgeting with the handle. No movement. 34… 33… 32…. 31… 30… Their platforms lock in place, giving them a perfect view of the Cornucopia in the middle of the ring of tributes. The cornucopia glows faintly green in the darkness. And oh, it is dark. There are no stars in the sky, no moon. Dark trees are faintly visible, and it’s obvious that shades are moving between them. The cornucopia itself is full of packs and weapons. A single, scythe stands tall and straight at the center, glittering dangerously. Knives, an axe, and several spears are also visible. And there are clubs, weapons designed to break bones without drawing blood. 29… 28… 27… 26… 25… 24… 23… 22… 21… 20… Calliope tried to work through the lock, but it was stuck. She sighed, and collected herself. “Mister. Sylvester?” No answer. “Mister Sylvester, we need you in the headquarters.” Was he ignoring her? She pulled out a tension wrench and paper clip, beginning to pick the lock. 19… 18… 17… 16… 15… Around the cornucopia, several figures flickered into existence. Faceless, featureless mannequins with daggers, swords, knives. They drew their weapons, prepared to defend the supplies. 14… 13… 12… 10… With a click, the door was unlocked and swung open. 9… 8… A single shade floats into the circle, meandering between the tributes, caressing faces and playing with hair. And then it floats back into the trees, disappearing into the crowd. 7… 6… 5… The loud countdown rings over the gamemaker room and everyone is on the edge of their seats. Siylna has a tight smile, eyes bright. 4… 3… 2… Footsteps came from down the hall, heels tapping quickly on the marble, and all the gamemakers whipped their heads around. Victor jumped up from his seat and looked down the hall, Siylna following close behind. Calliope came to an abrupt stop once she saw the other gamemakers. She composed herself, and looked each one of them in the eyes. “Gamemakers,” she said, calmly, “There seems to have been a murder.” Calliope stepped to the side, revealing the limp bloody body of Herman Patrick Sylvester VI lying on the doorway of the hall, dead. Screaming immediately follows her announcement, lesser gamemakers running around in a panicked frenzy. The head gamemakers, though, are silent. They know what this could mean for them. Victor stands in shock, his face filled with horror, not for the rotten old man, but for his own life and reputation. Kaa and Elan just stand back by the door, their expressions hidden behind the shadow of the far end of the hall, their shaking breathing however proves how horrible this is. Siylna is the first to step forward. She prods his cheek. “How…unfortunate.” 1… A loud blaring horn sounds and Siylna’s prerecorded voice sounds over the arena. “Let my games begin!” @The stormfather @Ravenclawjedi42 @Lightweaver2 @Lord Spirit @The Wandering Wizard @Silver Phantom @Argenti @Master if Magic @Scars of Hathsin @DefiantAllomancer @Experience @SymphonianBookworm @TheRavenHasLanded @Kajsa :) @Wittles of Shinovar @The Honorable One @Szeth's Facepalm @shortcake @AN020C @jerps @Justice_Magician @Aeoryi
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Yes, good, thank you
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Sorry for double post Yes, you can join, but you better do it quick (as in RIGHT NOW @Aeoryi
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Uhmmmm- one moment
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Sleep is temporary. Shard is forever.
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I kinda just realized how low my self esteem is… I mean I’ve known, but it hit differently today.
I was excited today because we were going out into the woods for a Christmas in the woods festival thing, which is always fun. I got to wear overalls and shin high boots. I got out my bracelets/bumble bee earrings and my flannel. I put my hair up in a messy bun and I felt really cute. So I walked out the door like that.
I was thinking about how fun it was to wear that stuff and how much I love it, and I kinda came to the realization. Why don’t I wear this all the time? School. I’ve been given crap for just wearing overalls let alone the rest. I have to be like everyone else I guess, but I look like bull crap in that stuff. I look like a McDonald’s dumpster fire. If I walked into school with boots, flannel, and overalls on I would get comments from everyone like “You look just like stuff you scoop.” And “Thinking about moving back down south farm girl? Would make my day.” I already get called farm girl by my friends, which is funny the first time but the 27th time…
I am most comfortable the more covered up I am. I love to be covered head to toe, which means people don’t have to see me. I dunno if that’s a healthy thing…
I don’t wear makeup a lot because I mean, it can’t really fix my face. (I know, I sound weird, but who cares.) my nose is always too big or my acne is acting up. My chin dips below my lips and I get light facial hair. My eyebrows are too thick and then when I try and fix them they are too thin, I don’t look like the same person.
I don’t pack a lot in the behind, insecure about that. It’s not a problem I guess, but I’m not exactly comfortable plopping down on a friends lap as a joke because what if they make fun of me?
My ex (if you could call that hardly two craps 3 month ‘relationship’ a real relationship) was once mad at me when we were ‘dating’ and started saying all the things he hates about me. “You look horrible in bright colors, stop wearing neons, your galaxy hoodies are disgusting.” I don’t own any neons anymore. I don’t own any bright colors. I don’t wear my galaxy hoodies to school anymore.
I take showers every day, I’m not disgusting. I wash my hair everyday but I still manage to be constantly greasy. I’ve had problems with that before with close friends so now I fear it. “What will they say if I end up a mess at school?” “Will they still love me?” I use dry shampoo but it bugs me that I have to do that every day in order to look presentable.
When I bought my overalls recently and loved them I was so excited to show my mom. I showed her, but I could tell she didn’t love them. Her first question was “You sure you didn’t get anything more feminine?” …I’ve never been a super feminine woman. Sure I do feminine things like paint my nails occasionally and have longer hair, but not crazy feminine like my little sister. I hate dresses. I hate skirts. I usually don’t like pink or purple colors. Everything my mom wanted me to buy. I don’t know, I know she loves me, but I can’t help but feel I disappointed her.
I hate my voice too. I always feel like I’m annoying people with my voice. I’m getting into singing and acting, but that requires me to share my voice. I was literally almost in tears when I first had to sing in front of 30 teenagers. My teeth chatter naturally from extreme nervousness and they were chattering on level 100 speed. I don’t sing for my family, I sing when alone because I don’t want anyone else to hear.
I don’t know… I just don’t like my looks. That’s not even talking personality. I don’t know how to fix it, it’s gone down like crazy. I tried to talk to my dad about it, but he was just like “every teenager gets that” but I dunno… anyone understand that?- Show previous comments 7 more
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Panda, my good, good, good friend, Panda. How did I not check my SUs earlier? At least I'm here now. Better late than never!
You are enough, panda. It doesn't matter what they think. Everyone has felt this at least a little bit. At least once or twice.
Panda, you're a wonderful person. Even if you were ugly, in a room full of people disparaging you and calling you ugly, you would be the prettiest in the room. You are not ugly, Panda. Tolkien once said, " The most critical [viewer of my work] of all, myself, now finds many defects, minor and major." Tolkien was the creator of Lord of the Rings, one of the greatest fantasy novels of all time, but he still found many, many, many defects in it. in turn, we find in ourselves the flaws that other people won't see as prominently or will be distracted by other features before seeing. the most critical person of us is, almost always, ourselves.
Panda, I've never seen you in my life and most likely never will, but I know that you are one of the most beautiful people ever. It doesn't matter what the people who want to break you down think. their barbs hurt, yes, they're painful as they dig into our skin, but you know what? You can move on. You can say that it doesn't matter and that even if they don't think so, God knows the truth of the matter. You're pretty, you're beautiful, you're wonderful, you're amazing. You might not be able to see it, but it is evident to those of us on the Shard and to the friend group in MC.
When you look at yourself, what you consider as defects and all, don't think about how bad those might be in your eyes, think that you are a beautiful person in the process of turning into someone even more beautiful. It's truth. 100%.
You don't have to "fix" anything. There's nothing that needs to be. You're perfect as you are. And, besides, if people are telling you that you need to fix yourself in a rude way, then the only person who needs fixing is them. No-one should tell anyone that they don't look good and need work on them. No-one deserves that, especially you, Panda.
Talking is something that a lot of people struggle with, me included. I've found in my experience that the best way to become better about talking is not think about how bad you think you are at talking. Just let go and breath. Take a breath if you're feeling nervous before you talk and think calming thoughts. It gets better, I promise. It may not help quickly, but it will get better.
And, one last thing before I finish this.
You mentioned personality- *takes a breath*
Panda, you have a wonderful, amazing, beautiful personality. your personality is almost all about you I know about you. If that's not what you want it to be, that is completely and totally fine, but there is a difference between wanting to change your personality and making that a thing you hate about yourself. I will track you down and slap you if you think that you have a bad personality, because you don't. Panda, you do not have a bad personality. You are an awesome, super cool, funny, witty, creative, smart and all around amazing human being.
If I was in the same room as you right now, I would slap you and then hug you and tell you that you don't have to change anything about yourself. You are perfect the way you are, my friend, because you are you. And there's nothing I think any of us on the Shard would want to change in you. If any of those friends you have in real life don't want to be friends with you for looks, then they didn't deserve to be your friends anyways. Wear what you want to wear, be who you want to be, do what you want to do. If they're your friends, then they will support you.
All I know is that you are one of the best people I know. One of the best. I swear, you're similar to my closest irl friend. I wish I could introduce you two because I bet y'all would become friends over time.
Well- I think this reply is big enough so I leave it at that. I wish you the best, my friend, and hope that you feel better about yourself! If you're feeling down about your looks or your personality, lemme know and I'll persuade you otherwise because there is not a storming way I will let you think that. I'll even come into mc and party you if it takes that. Maybe I'll gather Deathi, Sasha, Alex, etc. and bombard you with love and compliments until you finally give in.
P.S. I'm serious about all of this. I mean every little thing. Every jot and every tittle (fun words).
Good night.
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The Cornucopia is different every games. This one is different than the last and the one before that. You’ll find out on Monday.
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trust me... the gamemakers will be sure it won't happen Nobody can escape us
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Running and making lots of noise is the least expected to attract shades. Flame can do it pretty quickly. But blood.... if a single drop of blood reaches open air you'll be swarmed in under a minute.
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I am simply saying because everyone wants to avoid the terrible wrath of the shades... however.... a blood soaked arena does sound nice... the shades will be hungry for sure....
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Unlikely because we are doing more planning, but theres a chance.
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Just so everyone is aware sign ups are now closed! If you have someone you know or you yourself would like to sign up you MUST personally PM me before Monday. Monday morning at 7 am Est the games will start. Everyone try and post at least once on the first day so that your characters move out or into the blood bath that will hopefully not be bloody. Can't wait for the games to start!
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If only… by the way did you end up talking to THAT dog?
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